Chapter 4 #2
She bit into her rib, and I watched her eyes close for a split second before she spoke.
“I admit, breaking up with you wasn’t solely my decision.
My parents had plans for my life before I even knew you were into illegal things.
They wanted me to be with and marry someone of my caliber.
Someone safe, as they put it. They were skeptical about you because you never really gave them much, and I was trying to convince them that you were a good person—”
I cut her off. “I am a good person.”
“You are, but they didn’t see that side of you.
You were so tight-lipped, vague, and quiet that they had already drawn their conclusions about you before actually getting to know you.
I also broke up with you because you lied to me.
You were my best friend, . . . my everything, and to find out that you were, indeed, into illegal shit, broke my heart and made everything my parents said about you true. ”
I cleared my throat and slightly pulled my beard. “No disrespect to my in-laws, but fuck what they thought about me. They may have been right about what they thought of my family, but I would have never put you in harm’s way.”
“How could you have guaranteed that? Look what’s happening with Emil and Ellis. It could have been you being judged by twelve or carried by six.”
“Neither one of those things will ever happen to me. I’m not the face of the family business.
I’m the man behind the curtain, setting shit in motion.
No one knows me on the illegal side of things.
My brother handles that, and he’s not doing a good job, as you can see.
But fuck all of that. This isn’t about my profession.
This is about me and you, and what’s going to happen moving forward. ”
“Emery, please. If you love me like you say you do, you will let me be happy.”
“Are you?”
“Am I what?”
“Are you happy? I mean genuinely, 100 percent happy. Don’t lie to me either.”
She looked down at her plate, pushing her mac around.
“I was happy. Now I’m just . . . mid. Liam’s a great guy, and I know he loves me and wants to take care of me, but he doesn’t know how to separate work from his personal life.
I’m not trying to be bratty, but I miss having intimate moments with him.
I crave attention and love. I can slowly feel that slipping away.
” She shook her head. “I don’t even know why I told you all of that.
It’s clear you don’t give a damn what I feel about him.
You’re already threatening to kill him.”
“What did I tell you at the restaurant?”
She giggled. “You said a lot of shit.”
“I did. But I also said I was going to allow him to continue to fuck up so I can catch you before you fall.”
“I’m not going to fall. I can’t fall. And I can’t fall back in love with you.”
“You never fell out,” I affirmed and sipped my drink. “I need that time back, Yumi. It was stolen from us because of your people. I got it. We were young and naive. But I know what I felt for you, and wasn’t anything puppy about what we had.”
“I don’t want to hurt him.”
“But it’s okay for him to hurt you? How does that work exactly?”
She fell silent as I watched her closely.
She was only trying to stick beside him because she was forcing shit between them.
She didn’t love that nigga like she loved me.
She was just too afraid to disappoint her raggedy ass parents; she was going to force this narrative with Action Jackson to appease them.
“You don’t have to respond to that. I just want to know if we have any chance of getting back to us. Things and times have changed, but I’m hoping you don’t think about anyone or anything else, and put yourself and happiness first for a change.”
“You don’t understand.”
“I do, baby, but I don’t care about that. I want to do it to you, for you, and with you.”
“He’s going to propose, Emery. I saw the ring box at his place last week. I don’t want to hurt him just because you’re chasing a past that should be left where it is.”
“I’m retiring soon,” I revealed. “I haven’t told anyone yet, but I’m getting away from the illegal business and focusing on the legal side of things. My pops wants me to marry the daughter of one of the five families to continue a legacy I’m not allowing to be mine.
“Been doing this shit for too long, and I want out. I want a normal fucking life where I don’t have to look over my shoulder, make deals with shady motherfuckas, or kill anyone.
I want my queen and my kids to be able to move around freely without the threat of danger looming.
I want love, happiness, and all the shit that comes along with that. ”
“Why now? What brought about the change?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. You have always been my motivation. That’s why not being with you isn’t an option. I need my peace back.”
She raked her French tips through her scalp, then took a sip of her wine.
She then pushed back from the table and stood, walking around it and standing at my side.
I turned in my seat to face her, pulling her closer by her hips, and placed my head on her stomach.
She grabbed my braids, pulling my head back so that she could look me in the eyes.
“You broke into my home, and now you’re trying to break into my heart. What do you want from me, Emery Omari Aldana?”
“You know what I want, Yumi Alaya Aldana.” I smirked at her as she shook her head.
“I’m possibly about to make the worst decision tonight, but I want you to prove to me that if I go down this road with you, that this won’t all be in vain.”
“You go down this road, there’s no turning back, Yummy.”
“Let me get a trial run of the Emery of today. I want to test drive it before I make a purchase. Fair?”
I scoffed. “You ride this ride, and I promise you ain’t getting off.”
“And that scares me.”
“You ain’t got shit to be scared of, baby.
” I stood and towered over her, then lifted her onto the table.
I leaned over her, pressing my lips to the softness of her neck, and her head fell to the side.
I slid the robe from her shoulders, trailing my tongue over her collarbone before sucking there.
I could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest as I made a beeline with my tongue to her neck then her ear.
“I’m about to see if that pussy is still yummy, then show you how good this ‘Emery of today’ dick is,” I whispered, swiping the food off the table, nudging her back, then lowering myself to my knees.
My palms slid up her legs, pushing the material along with it until I reached her thighs.
My Yummy was squirming, and I hadn’t even touched her like I wanted yet.
No panties.
Yumi brought her ass down here, already knowing what was going to happen tonight. I smiled, thinking about which angle to hit to make her cum multiple times.
I was never a man who had patience when I wanted something, so without considering that I had my dream woman on her dining room table spread-eagled, I attacked her pearl with my tongue. I could feel her lift slightly, then fall back onto the table.
“Emery,” came out as a soft whimper with a moan following. I swirled my tongue around her pearl, sucked, then repeated the process. Her pussy started to leak while she continued to serenade me with her pleasurable moans.
“Gah damn, . . . Emery! Fuck, uhhn!”
I gripped her thighs, smothering my face in her wet oasis.
Yummy as fuck. Just like I remember it.
“Shit, I’m about to cum. I’m about to cum. Shiiiit, mmmm!” And the dam broke with her squirting in my face, all over my lips and chin.
That was quick.
I knew her ass was horny before she brought her ass down here.
I let up some, kissing her pussy lips and thighs as she began to settle.
I stood, lifting my undershirt over my head, dropping my pants to the floor, and then my briefs.
I ripped her gown, exposing her pretty, apple-sized titties, and went back and forth giving each nipple attention.
She raked her hands through my hair as my dick pushed into the entrance of my once-favorite place.
I didn’t go all the way in, just enough to tease her while I continued to suck her nipples.
Her palms went to my ass to push me in all the way, but I grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the table.
“Em, put it in, please.”
I didn’t reply as I slowly fed her each inch, making sure to pull all the way out and repeat the process.
“Emery!” she yelled, using the heels of her feet to illuminate her need for me.
“You ready, baby?”
“Yessss.”
“You sure? You ain’t had this grown dick, Yummy.”
“Just . . . fuck me, Emery!”
“My pleasure.” I entered her with force as her back shot up, and she grabbed hold of me.
“Fuuuck, ahhh!” Her moans, the feel of her body, and how wet her pussy was, had me hip-rolling in her shit. I gave her long strokes as her nails dug into the flesh of my back. The more I stroked, the tighter her legs wrapped around me, seemingly wanting me to touch every organ inside of her.
“You still my Yummy,” I whispered in her ear. “Say it.”
“Em—Ah!”
“Say that shit,” I urged.
“Pleeease,” she whined, holding on to me tighter. I wrapped my arms around her thighs. Lifting her from the table, I then proceeded to bounce her on my dick.
“Mmmm! I’m going to cum again!”
“No, you’re not.” I pulled out of her, placed her on her feet, and bent her over the table. She reached her arm behind her, trying to grab my dick, but I knocked her hand away and leaned over her. “Say it.”
“Stop playing, Em.”
“I’m not fucking playing with you. Tell me you’re still my Yummy.”
Hard slap to her ass.
“Fuck!”
“Say it, mama.”
“You can’t d—”
Another hard slap.
“Ahhh, I’m still your Yummy!”
I smirked. “Repeat it.” I eased back inside of her.
“Mmm, I’m your Yummy.”
“That’s right. You want me to make that pussy cum again?”
“Yes, baby. I want you to make me cum again.”
“Whatever you want, baby.” I began pounding her pussy until she was cumming again.
“I’m not . . . I’m not on birth control, Emery. Please pull out.”
“Too late,” I said, emptying two weeks of backed-up nut in her womb.
I had no intention of pulling out in the first place.
She probably should have thought about that before she let me fuck her raw.
Catching my breath, I stood upright, picked her up, and took her back upstairs to her bedroom.
We showered, and I washed us down, then took her back to her bedroom so we could dry off.
Once that was complete, she crawled into bed and got under the covers.
“I’m too tired to curse your ass out. But, please leave, and don’t come back.”
I chuckled lightly. “You know that’s not happening .
. . And your favorite color is sage green.
Sweet dreams, baby mama.” I didn’t wait for a response as I left the room, got dressed, cleaned up the mess, and put the food away.
I made sure all her windows and doors were locked, then set her alarm, locking the main door on my way out.