22. Autumn #3
He moved his hips, making his dick rub on my clit as he smirks. “I made an appointment.”
Before I can make a smart comment about him being presumptuous, he slides home, filling me to the hilt.
He takes his time, more dancing than thrusting, rubbing every spot that only he knows, watching me moan, bite my lip, roll my eyes.
“Come for me, Auty. Wet me up,” he moans, and I obey him, whispering his name and digging my nails into his shoulders.
He never stops his slow pace, somehow prolonging my orgasm until I finally relax and he kisses my nose.
“Say the word I’ll put yo mama in the dirt.”
My eyes shoot open because I couldn’t have heard that right. But when I focus on him, he’s dead serious.
“Huh?”
“Say the word and I’ll kill her ass. I can make it look like an accident, too.”
“You’re asking me this? While we’re fucking?” I fight to control my moans as I feel another orgasm starting to build.
“Had to get one out of you before I ask you. I would have ate at least three out of you but I gotta do some shit tonight so I don’t have time… but I’m serious, Auty. Say the word and she’s as good as dead.”
I place my hands on Turk’s hips to still him. “Baby… where is this coming from?”
Mommy has always loved Turk and G-Pops. To most people, she comes off as a mother disappointed in her children’s choices. Which rings true, but they don’t know the choices she’s referring to, or her disappointment is really a spectrum between severe indifference and intense hatred.
“I’ve wanting to put two in ya mama’s big ass forehead since we were sixteen, my love. But I’ve been once again trying to let you see the light on your own. Shit, since you seem to be getting some act right, I thought I’d ask if you wanted me to handle that.”
He gives me a shallow thrust and I rub my hands up and down his flanks.
“You can’t kill my mother, Turkey. No matter how bad it is.”
He rolls his eyes like how he used to. Grabbing my hands, he lifts my arms until they’re above my head and begin his slow torture.
“Then you gotta work on letting her ass go. You my woman now, and I can’t help but to wanna dead anyone who hurts either of my women. And she’s number one on the list, bae. You see what type of position that puts me in?”
Slowly, he starts speeding up, rotating his hips like he’s in a damn salsa club.
I hear him, I hear what he’s saying, but that’s about as far as my brain capacity goes.
Everything else is just feeling. Feeling his rough hands grip my wrists.
Feeling his locs graze my neck and chest. Feeling him fill me over and over again.
“I seen somewhere the best time to say affirmations and manifest is during sex… so we finna try it, aight?”
A sound comes out my mouth that I pray is an agreement, but I don’t know.
“You were put on this earth for more than being an extra set of organs for your sister, baby. Summer knew that. She doesn’t blame you for anything, she was sick. It wasn’t your fault. Repeat that, Auty. It wasn’t your fault.”
Hot tears slide down the sides of my face as the pain I feel when I think of my oldest sister wars with the pleasure building in my center.
They call it being a savior sibling. Wynter and I were conceived via IVF to save Summer, our oldest sister who was dying from cancer. Wynter, though a carbon copy physically of Summer, wasn’t a match.
I was.
I didn’t mind helping my sister. She was a light, true to her name, and the world deserved her.
But then her liver began to fail, and they wanted a piece of mine, and I got scared. The doctors wouldn’t make me do it, even though I was a child and really shouldn’t have had a say. And before I could tell them I changed my mind, she died.
Mommy has never forgiven me.
I’ve never forgiven myself.
I open my mouth to repeat after him but the words get stuck in my throat. He slows to a stop, keeping himself planted inside of me.
“Turkey, please,” I sob.
He kisses my tears away. “Say it.”
“It was...wasn’t… it wasn’t my fault.”
“You’re perfect the way you are, Auty,” he whispers, starting back again.
“You’re perfect. You’re smart, loving, caring, the best mother.
You’re more than enough. And you’re gonna see what everyone else who matters sees.
I’ve never left you and I’m not going nowhere because you’re enough for me. Say it.”
He begins to slam into me, stealing my breath away, but when he starts to slow down, and my orgasm starts to leave, I find enough brain cells to say, “I’m enough.”
“More than enough.”
“I’m… more than enough.”
“I hate edging you but we gone do this every time I think you don’t get it. Every time you think Ima leave you. Every time yo mama shows her ass.”
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe. His steady pace has my orgasm rushing to the surface, full speed ahead.
Until he stills in me, making me want to cry.
He lifts up some, sliding my hands down with him.
“You, me, and Pay. We gone be together. Us, Deuce, and our other lil nugget are a family. Your family. No more back and forth, aight. Say it.”
“Ugh, no more back and forth–”
This time when he starts up, he thrust his dick so far his pelvis is flush with me. One, two, three times of deep, hard strokes and I come gloriously. My sight leaves me as I arch off the bed.
Turk nips at my chin, fucking me through it. “You’re gonna be better than okay, Autumn. You’re gonna be happy all the time. I’ll make sure of it.”
He pulls out as my orgasm finally fades, finishing on my pussy. He scoops up my cum and his, and I open my mouth automatically, closing my lips around his fingers and moaning obscenely around his.
Turk picks me up, and I lay limp in his arms until he sets me on a toilet so I can pee.
“I wish I had more time for aftercare. I got you tomorrow though, baby.”
I hum as he cleans me up and tucks me back into the heavenly bed.
I can’t believe I folded.
I’m with Turk.
And Patience?
“Turkey, we gotta get Pay–”
“Already on it, baby girl. C’mon now, you know Daddy gone make sure all his girls are right where they belong.” He kisses my temple and the sun from the windows isn’t so bright anymore on my eyelids.
My last thought before sleep takes me is setting a reminder in my mind to get back on birth control.