Layanna
I smiled as I kept finding myself in a state of shock, knowing the type of freakiness looming behind those dark, penetrating eyes.
After every good thought, I was zapped back to reality and ended up asking myself how or why I so easily gave this man that I used to call “bro” every hole I owned?
And why did the thought of fucking him again and again until I couldn’t anymore keep crossing my mind?
On several occasions, I found myself panicked at the thought of not having his friendship, his intimacy, his affection, and his dick.
My doorbell sounded, and I assumed it was a package because I wasn’t expecting any company and the kids were away at school.
Opening the door, I was shocked to find Caleb on the other side holding carry-out bags from my favorite seafood restaurant and my favorite bottle of wine.
“Caleb, what are you doing here?” I asked, feeling my body react to his presence as I licked my lips, looking over his appearance, appreciating everything I was seeing.
“Can I come in? I have dinner and wine,” he spoke nonchalantly as if I hadn’t been actively avoiding every attempt he made to reach me.
I stepped aside, letting him in, as I watched him walk to the kitchen and unpack the food, deciding to ask yet again, “Caleb, what are you doing here?”
“Yanna, don’t test me right now, because the way I’m feeling, I’ll yank them little ass biker shorts off you and spank your ass and pussy until you’re sore and squirting everywhere,” he spoke matter of factly and continued, “I have been calling and texting you for the last week and for some reason, some bizarre reason, the woman that I have talked to everyday for the last however many months, can no longer be reached after her pussy turned me every which way but fucking loose,” he stated in a growl biting his bottom lip after.
I tried biting back the giggle threatening to escape my lips, but I failed miserably as I began to crack up laughing at his dramatics.
Caleb’s gaze shifted to me as I continued to laugh, and I started to feel self-conscious as he looked me over, standing in neon pink biker shorts and a sports bra, with my hair in a messy bun and my feet bare.
I’d gone to the gym earlier in the day, hoping to work off this stubborn pudge I always hated but Angel loved.
“Stop fidgeting, Yanna, and come here, now,” He all but demanded. Making my way over to stand in front of him, I felt so vulnerable and needy.
He pulled me to him, helping himself to a handful of my ass, causing me to gasp.
“You look so pretty today, you went somewhere with all this body that belongs to me on display, though?” He asked.
“Mmhmmm, I managed to make it to the gym after my shift, I really want lose about 25lbs. and get this body right so when I’m finally ready to date again, I’ll be on my stallion shit,” finishing my statement I saw a flicker of anger and jealousy in Caleb’s face and I chuckled.
Grabbing my neck, he leaned down and kissed me sensually and spoke.
“Yanna, don’t play with me. Who do you plan to date, knowing they won’t make you feel as nasty and x-rated as I do? You and that pussy mine, and I’m not backing down. If you wanted to date, you shouldn’t have surrendered every hole on your body to me.” his statement left me visibly flushed.
Refusing to not speak my mind, “Caleb, we can’t be together, we had no business doing what the fuck we did in the first place,” shifting slightly and finishing what I needed to say, “The waters are too muddy. What would the kids say? Our families? The media? How can I be yours when you can’t even step out with me publicly?
” Rattling off questions I didn’t expect actual answers to.
Caleb cocked his head to the side and bit the corner of his bottom lip, exposing his fang as his hands started roaming my body without a care in the world, igniting that familiar fire in my soul that only he does.
“Yanna, baby, we aren’t meant to be alone and unhappy for the rest of our lives because we lost the two people we love most. I need you to understand that they would want us to move on and find happiness and joy again with someone we trust, not just for ourselves, but someone we trust to be around the kids and experience the great things they have yet to accomplish.
As far as the kids go, they’ll be fine, or they’ll learn to be.
And I don’t give a fuck about our families.
They showed up so little that we ended up being the support to each other that they should have been to us.
And I for damn sure don’t give a fuck about the media because I know from experience that they love you one day and hate you the next, so you can’t live life based on the fickle opinions of the irrelevant,” he finished.
“But, Cal—I,” not getting a chance to finish as he spoke again.
“Baby, I was just as confused as you about what we’ve healed and blossomed into as friends and lovers, but after talking through this with my therapist, I realized we started building a bond that wasn’t just trauma-related.
Yanna, I know your favorite color, food, perfume, designers, the movies that make you laugh and cry, the foods you hate, and that you don’t like bowling because if you break a nail you’ll be pissed. ” We both chuckled.
His smile captivated me as he flashed his beautiful teeth.
I involuntarily licked my bottom lip, biting it. Before I knew what was happening, Caleb lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he asked, “Can daddy have a kiss now? I missed you, Yanna”.
“I missed you too, Daddy, now put my fat ass down”, I replied and kissed him deeply while grinding against him as he held me.
“The only thing fat on you is that pussy and that ass you’re dragging behind you,” we both laughed.
“Yanna, you being Angel’s wife, I never paid attention to your looks in the way I do now, but every time we hang out or go out to dinner, I’m aware that I and every other man in the room is under your spell.
They stare, gawk, and salivate, Sweetheart?
You are gorgeous as fuck,” he said with so much conviction as I unwrapped my legs from around his waist, and slowly slid down his body, making sure he touched my every curve.
He turned my back towards him and leaned down and continued in my ear, “And these curves are dangerous as fuck and I’m willing to crash out every time trying to drive em,” he stated as he kissed my neck and continued to let his hands caress and roam over every dip and curve I had causing me to exhale slowly in confusion and arousal.
“Just give us a chance, baby, we can take it slow and tell everyone when you’re ready, because I’m ready right now to claim you as mine,” he whispered in my ear as he pinched my nipple through my sports bra.
“I’m willing to beg Yanna, because I haven’t gotten the taste of you off my tongue yet,” causing my body to ignite with need, and he was the only one who could extinguish the flame.
“Babyyyy”, I moaned as he now toyed with both nipples.
“Yes, Mama, tell Daddy what’s wrong”.
“I need to cummmm”, I managed to get out.
Caleb pulled my shorts down, taking my panties with them, as he proceeded to bend me over the kitchen table and hurriedly get his joggers and boxer briefs down to enter me, dropping his dick directly to the bottom of my dripping pussy, taking my breath away.
“Breathe baby and work that pussy on me,” he ordered as he pulled out almost entirely and then pushed his full length right back to the bottom.
Doing as I was told, I exhaled a moan and started throwing my pussy back on his fat dick, accepting that it belonged to me. That acceptance propelled right off the cliff, soul first into pleasure.