Page 11 of Another Night With Me

“You miss me?” I asked tenderly, kissing her lips as she slowly rode my dick.

We weren’t fucking right now, if anything it was closer to making love, but we weren’t in love. I’m sure to anybody driving by, it looked like we were making out. But even if they knew, I didn’t give a fuck. I was so tuned into Yanna right now, that was all that mattered.

“Yesss,” she moaned, doing some sort of hip roll that had me gripping her hips. Her pussy felt like home every time my dick entered her pussy. It was always wet, warm, and ready for a nigga.

“I missed yo’ pretty ass too. You lucky I can’t fuck you like I want to.” I gritted out, my teeth clenched. I was fighting off my nut, but the way her pussy felt, I wasn’t finna last much longer.

“I didn’t dooo… ssss. Ahhh.” Yanna’s words turned into moans of ecstasy as I felt her pussy raining down on me while she came.

“Let my pussy talk to me. That shit feel sooo good,” I said. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I lifted our bodies up enough for me to fuck her from below. I pounded into Yanna, fucking her like she’d disappear, until I felt my nut shooting from my dick into her pussy.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I allowed our bodies to fall back onto the seat. I kissed the top of Yanna’s forehead as we both came down from our orgasms. We fell into a comfortable silence, Yanna’s head rested on my chest, and I stroked her back lovingly. I couldn’t understand how good holding her felt. So much peace surrounded us that I never wanted this moment to end.

“When you start fucking with Will’s lame ass?” I asked the question that had been stuck on my mind,

Yanna exhaled. She was annoyed, but I didn’t care. “I’ve known Will for years.”

“He don’t seem like a nigga you’d fuck with.”

“How you figure?” she asked, lifting her head up looking at me with her pretty brown eyes.

“ ‘Cause that nigga lame as fuck.”

“He got money. He can’t be too lame.”

“He ain’t got shit,” I spat. I smacked her on her bare ass. “Don’t defend no other nigga to me.” Yanna’s freaky ass let out a moan that had me ready for round two.

“I’m not. I’m just saying.” She thought she was slick low key grinding her pussy on my dick that was still inside of her.

“That nigga don’t got no money, forreal.” I smirked, my hands sliding to grip her hips.

I felt myself getting annoyed when she stopped moving on my dick to reach over, grabbing something out of her purse. “He can’t hurt too bad. He gave me this to go along with his foolishness.” Yanna held out what looked to be a fat wad of twenties, but Will was a finesser. I understood how he operated.

“Open that shit up,” She gave me a funny look but did as I told her.

“That broke ass nigga,” Yanna angrily spat, seeing all the ones at the center of the money.

Will had about two twenties on the outside, and the rest was nothing but ones. I laughed ‘cause he got her ass good. Will knew how to make it look like he had more than he really did.

“But he got money?” I sarcastically replied, smirking at her.

“That’s your brother,” Yanna smartly said.

“Fuck that nigga. Ride this dick and stop playin’,” I commanded, moving her hips with my hands.

I fucked with Will because he was my daddy’s son, and I wouldn’t say I didn’t love him. But our relationship wasn’t the same as it was with my mama’s sons. Our relationship was different, the four of us were closer. Our bonds were deeper, and the love we had for each other wasn’t comparable. My brothers from my mama, I’d been through the mud with them niggas, but my siblings from my dad… it couldn’t compare. Will never had to want for shit because our daddy was with his mama, and by the time she had him, our daddy was financially good. My connection to Will was because we shared the same dad. If it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t ever fuck with a nigga like him. I’d never fuck behind one of my brothers if they were claiming a bitch. With Will, though, in my eyes… Yanna was fair game.

“Sss, I can’t believe you got me fucking you in the middle of a park in broad daylight,” Yanna sexily said, taking over her movements.

“I got the juice.” I smirked, then captured her lips in mine.

Yanna was turning into an addiction I couldn’t stay away from.

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“Where have you been?” Maddie angrily asked me, storming my way as I walked to the main shelter where my older family members were seated.

“I had some shit to take care of,” I replied in an even tone.