Chapter 11
I was surprised at how easily conversations flowed between Major and me.
He was nothing like I expected. Major was a little rough around the edges, but he knew how to have a civilized conversation.
Even when we disagreed on something, he still talked to me with respect.
He knew how to understand my perspective. I liked that about him.
It was hard parting ways with him because I really enjoyed my time with him. I liked that he at least gave himself a chance to pet Sparrow. Some people would act like cats were nasty and wouldn’t touch them or want to be around them.
The snow had come down more overnight, so I took some pictures of it from the window. It was so much I wouldn’t be able to open the door if I tried.
I couldn’t get over the fact that he heard me pleasuring myself. I would die if he knew I visualized him while I did it.
When I woke up and got myself together, I paused when I reached the living room.
Major slept on the floor, and he looked uncomfortable.
I should probably ask him if he wanted to sleep in the bed with me for the rest of our time.
There was no need for him to sleep on the floor, and I felt comfortable enough with him.
I told myself that I was going to live in the moment, so that was what I did.
Whatever happened, happened, and by the time I left, I wouldn’t have a single regret.
I went into the kitchen to feed Sparrow and to make breakfast. I didn’t want to wake Major, so I hoped he’d be okay with pancakes.
“Good morning.” Major’s voice sounded deeper than it was the night before as he stood in the entryway of the kitchen.
I turned to face him. “I thought you were still asleep. Sorry if I woke you up.”
He pushed off the door and closed the space between us.
“Nah, you didn’t wake me up. I didn’t sleep well.”
“Sorry. Were you uncomfortable on the floor?”
His eyes looked from mine, then to the counter.
“I was, but I also couldn’t get the taste of your pussy out of my mind. What’s for breakfast?”
He stepped away from me and walked to the counter. I stood behind him staring a hole in his back because I was speechless. Major didn’t care what came out of his mouth, even when it sounded crazy. His bluntness was a turn-on to me.
“Um, I was thinking pancakes and bacon or sausage. I’m not in the mood for eggs, but I can make you some if you want some.
If you want something completely different, I can make that too.
” I wasn’t sure why I let him get me all frazzled.
He was just so nonchalant, then asked about breakfast like it was nothing.
“Let’s make the pancakes and bacon together.”
“Oh, okay.”
I made the pancake batter as Major made the bacon.
“Here, let me help you mix the batter.” Major came behind me and put his hand over mine. His dick pressed into my back. It was semi-hard, and it felt big. I could imagine how it would feel fully hard.
“It’s all in the wrist action.” Major whispered in my ear as our hands moved in sync to mix the batter.
I knew how to make pancakes. Very well at that, so I wasn’t sure why I let Major think I needed the help. I wasn’t going to complain, though, because the moment felt intimate.
“You ever put blueberries or chocolate chips in your pancakes?”
It was hard to focus on his question as his dick pushed into me.
“I’ve used chocolate chips. I should have gotten some from the pantry.” My voice came out breathier than I intended.
“You should have.” He picked up the bowl and poured it into the pan on the stove.
He pushed my hair to the side and kissed the side of my neck.
“I like them browner around the edges,” he said, then kissed my neck again. I watched the pan to make sure it wasn’t time to flip the pancakes. I felt Major move, and suddenly, my pajama shorts moved too.
My legs were pushed apart, then Major’s tongue was on my pussy.
“Don’t let my pancakes burn, Tumy,” he mumbled against my pussy, then lifted one of my legs.
He couldn’t have expected me to worry about cooking anything while he licked and sucked up my juices. He threw me off again.
“I thought we were cooking together?” I managed to ask between moaning.
“We are. You watch the food, and I eat this pussy. Now pay attention and let me finish.” Both of his hands were on my hips. He pulled me closer to make my bottom half arch more as he devoured me.
I gripped the counter with one hand while I managed to flip the pancakes over.
“Fuck this.” Major stood up, turned the stove off, then picked me up. “I was trying to hold out, but I can’t any longer. Your smell and taste are driving me fucking crazy, and I need to feel that shit on my dick.”
He carried me to the bedroom. The door was already open, so he closed it and dropped me onto the bed. My bottoms were already off and sitting on the kitchen floor.
I watched Major as he took off his shirt and shorts. He had a tattoo on one of his biceps, and the other arm had multiple tats. His two silver chains rested against his chest.
He licked his lips and pulled his hair behind his head. He climbed onto the bed and got in between my legs.
I felt his dick at my opening, but instead of entering me, he leaned down and kissed me deeply. His tongue felt like it would go down my throat, and I moaned. One of his hands traced my body. His fingers dipped and traced every crevice or stretch mark.
“Cute ass.” Major smiled, then dropped his head to my titty. He suckled on my nipple like it was his first drop of liquid in forever.
My phone rang on the table next to the bed, but I ignored it. Whoever it was, they would have to call back later. It wasn’t anyone important because it was the regular ringtone.
Major kissed me again at the same time he slid into me.
“Ahh, fuck.” Major groaned when he was fully inside of me.
My phone rang again, and it almost messed up my rhythm.
I moaned and wrapped my arms around his back. My legs rested on his back as he slowly moved in and out of me.
“You so fucking wet. Why is this pussy so wet, Tumy? Huh?” His fingers pinched my nipple, and I cried out.
He leaned back and looked down. His eyes were low while his bottom lip was tucked between his teeth.
“You feel so good.”
“You do too. Got my dick nice and creamy. I like that shit.” His tone was low as it sounded like he talked through his teeth.
My phone rang again, and Major snatched it from the table.
He answered as he flipped us over, never interrupting our connection.
“She can’t come to the phone right now.” I guess the person on the other line said something else because Major was quiet for a minute.
“She’s in the middle of taking a real nigga’s dick.
” He smacked my ass. “She’s taking it so fucking well, too.
Gotdamn.” He smacked my ass again as I moaned and rode his dick to the tip.
Certified crazy. He had to be crazy to have done that.
He dropped the phone but never actually hung it up.
I wasn’t sure who was on the phone, but whoever it was sure got an earful.
I wasn’t sure if I should have been offended or not.
All I knew was how good this man’s dick felt.
If the chick he told me not to be concerned about was getting this type of dick, she would be sick if he went elsewhere.
He had to be lying. I knew I would be sick by the time this little trip was over.
How could I go back to lackluster dick after this?
This man answered my phone and told whoever it was what we were doing, and he didn’t lie.
I would be lucky if it were Daniel because then I wouldn’t have to worry about breaking up with him. I was sure he wouldn’t want to talk to me after he heard all of that.
“Ride this dick, Tumy.” He smacked my ass, then put his hands on my hips to guide me.
I placed my feet flat on the bed and bounced on his dick.
“Mm.” I moaned each time his dick hit my G-spot.
Major smacked my ass repeatedly with both hands.
“Just like that, Tu.” He gripped my shoulders and drilled into me.
I screamed and called his name as I came so hard, I saw stars.
Major groaned and damn near growled when he released inside of me.
He pulled me onto his chest and rubbed my back.
“I think we should go finish cooking our breakfast.” He kissed the top of my head.
“We should.” I closed my eyes and fell asleep on his chest.