Chapter 24
Chapter
Twenty-Four
McKay
I grinned down at Burkeley as he painted my exposed baby bump a deep brown for our costumes. Today was the Halloween party and I still couldn’t believe I had let this crazy ass man talk me into becoming a real life piece of candy.
“You’re enjoying this a little bit too much with this paint, BK,” I said as I watched him deep in concentration, now adding extra details that didn’t exist on a normal M this ain’t no store-bought, factory-made stuff,” Art whined as we made our way out of the party.
I couldn’t even argue with him because I was almost positive Burkeley and me only won because of the baby bump I had to forcefully stop people from touching the majority of the night.
“Nigga, you still crying about a trophy? Here.” Burkeley handed over the trophy in his hand, making Art scoff, pushing it back toward him. Amber and I chuckled at their going on.
“I don’t want that shit. I see yo’ ass didn’t offer that prize money up along with it though.”
“Fool, because why the fuck would I do that? Me and my lady won that money fair and square. Ain’t that right, M&M?” Burkeley said, further taunting Art.
Art waved him off as we reached the truck.
“Be nice, BK. In all fairness, Art, I did vote for y’all. I told Amber y’all got cheated because, girl by hand?! Ain’t no way,” I added as Burkeley pulled me closer to him, draping his arms around my shoulders.
“See! All the more reason for y’all to pass over the reward to the rightful winners.” That had both Amber and me busting out laughing because we could tell he was serious by his tone as he held his hand out.
“Not too much now. I didn’t say all that shit. That money is now part of Peanut’s bank account. You’re really trying to take money from your niece….or nephew?” I asked. I almost slipped up and revealed Peanut’s gender when I remembered we still hadn’t told anyone but Grandpa Mackie.
“Hell yeah, if it’s mine for real. Their daddy got big money. They don’t need my little fifteen hundred dollars.” Amber slapped his hand as she scolded him.
“Arthur David! Mickey, ignore my husband. Sometimes his mouth runs and never knows when to dry the fuck out. Please don’t hold it against me. I still want to hang out with you this week.” Amber jumped in, quickly apologizing.
We had just made plans to spend time together.
I’d wanted to say no, because my mind was still on this thing with Burkeley and me still being fake, but I remembered we had made it official.
Amber was persistent with us getting to know each other outside of these family gatherings, winning me over with the line of us becoming sisters, which made sense with us dating brothers.
“Oh she’s ignoring his ass,” Burkeley answered as he ushered me to the passenger side of the truck.
One final wave had Burkeley closing my door before I watched Amber chew Art’s ass out as they made it across the parking lot to their car. The whole scene had me snickering to myself, remembering I had just fussed Burkeley’s ass out about something the other day.
I snapped my fingers just as he pulled off.
“I finally see it.”
“See what, baby?”
“The family resemblance. You and Art could be twins the way y’all know how to work a nerve. It must be a family trait because ain’t no way y’all both just act this way naturally,” I teased as I laughed. I glanced over at Burkeley who didn’t like my joke as he now wore a calm but deadly expression.
“I work a nerve, McKay?” Between his tone and his low eyes now looking me over, I quickly stopped laughing and knew I’d fucked up. My clit responded for us as the throb said yes. But my head shook frantically, now avoiding his heavy gaze.
A sinister chuckle escaped his lips.
“Wait—” He cut me off.
“Naw, don’t try and clean it up now. You can’t take that back, baby. Don’t worry though, I’ma show you exactly how I can work a nerve.”
The car ride that should’ve taken us twenty minutes felt like two as he was now backing into the garage.
The moment the car door shut, my heart fell into my pussy as my breathing grew choppy.
Without saying much, he rounded the car and lifted me out, now carrying me bridal style into the house, not stopping until we reached the kitchen where he stripped me out of my coat, shoes, and clothes. I was left in only the paint on my bump that I knew was coming off next.
I went to speak when he put his finger over my lips, stepping between my legs.
“Shut the fuck up.” I shut my eyes and welcomed the aggressive tone I loved as he turned on the water. My mind quickly worked out his next move as a warm paper towel washed the paint off.
“Now let’s see what nerve I get on.” Burkeley’s hands moved to my neck, massaging gently yet strong enough to have me moaning from his touch far too fast.
When he used his hand to find the spot right behind my ear, my mouth hung open as my head fell back. It wasn’t until his mouth joined his pursuit that my legs spread as I held myself up by the palms of my hands.
“No, that’s not it.” When he stopped and stepped back and looked me over, Burkeley smirked at the wetness that greeted him as it leaked from my pussy.
“Maybe the nerve I get on is here.” When one hand fondled my now hardened nipple while his mouth nipped and sucked the other, my whimper came out as I grabbed the back of his head, wanting to keep him there as I began to grind.
When he stopped this time and unhooked my hands to release him, I gasped out of frustration as my mouth twisted and my brows dipped in.
This muthafucka is playing with me!
“Baby, please don’t do this to me.” I pleaded to deaf ears because he in fact continued to slowly drive me insane as his hands and mouth tortured my body, finding the nerve he got on.
“I guess that’s not the nerve either. Damn, let me try this one.
” All this man did was switch nipples. I’d never had the urge to cum off anyone playing or sucking my titties, but the way Burkeley treated them I was close.
He must’ve known because he stopped again, this time my whimper was a full blown whine.
He took his time going down my body, feet and all, completely ignoring my pussy in the process. By the time he made his way to my pussy, I could feel the puddle beneath me.
“Gotdamn, baby. This is the last spot to check. Let’s hope this is the nerve because I don’t think she can take anymore guesses.” Burkeley moved his hands up and down my thighs before he blew on my clit and began making figure eights on her.
“Daddy, this is it! This is it!” I panted. When Burkeley wrapped his lips around my clit, I lost all control as I came, long and hard as my hands rubbed the back of his head. His thick tongue snaked out and lapped up my leaking juices as he moaned. When he stopped, I cried real tears.
“Baby, I’m sorry, I forgot you got one more spot, but only fat daddy can check it.
” By now Burkeley had removed his pants and pulled his dick out.
He scooted me closer, lifting me to slide down onto him.
That was when I exhaled as my eyes closed.
I held on tightly, tossing my arms around his neck as Burkeley’s low grunts came out in my ear, sounding good as fuck.