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I place a hand over my mouth to stifle a moan that’s about to escape. He looks at me and says, “Get off the phone.”
“Do you hear me, Yesenia? I asked you a question!”
I want to say,No, Mamá, you asked me several questions,but I don’t.
Instead, I bite my bottom lip and look down at Kincaid, shaking my head at him as I try to push him away with my free hand.
“Umm...it was something that just came up, and I...I don’t know if I’ll be back for dinner. I’ll try.”
Kincaid licks me and says, “You won’t be back. Now get off the phone.”
His voice is a guttural growl that turns me on.
“You left town for plans that just came up? And you didn’t think to say anything to me?”
I groan, and before I can say another word, Kincaid grips my thighs and pry them apart.
“Kincaid!” I hiss, pushing at him.
I’m not strong enough to stop him, and he works his tongue and head to make me forget about my fuming mother and the promised breakfast.
I bite down on my hand as my mother lambast me about my responsibilities and duties to the family. Kincaid slides a finger in my ass while he pinches my clit and swipes through my walls with his tongue.
My back arches off the bed, and I whimper, unable to control myself any longer.
“Yaya?” I hear my mother call out as my head thrashes wildly from side to side.
“Hmm,” I whimper as Kincaid adds a second finger to my ass, and his tongue works faster.
“Are you okay?”
“Mm-mm...mmm-hmm!” I scream.
“Yaya? Are you...”
I don’t hear the rest of what she has to say because he grabs the phone from my hand, ends the call and powers it off, tossing it over the side of the bed. The crazy part about all this is that I don’t care.
I’ve spent a lifetime being the perfect daughter and doing everything just how my mother expects. At twenty-five, it’s time that I start living for myself. Lord knows I’ve been through enough shit at such a young age to qualify me as a full-grown woman.
The real party starts when he’s done eating me out, and I’m just a quivering mess. Typically, he’s easygoing with me in the daytime, but this morning something must be on his mind because I can tell by his aggressive nature that his dark side is rearing.
When I go to get off the bed, he shoves me backward, and I like it. My damn heart thumps wildly in my chest as the excitement grows. His eyes flash, and his fists and jaws clench as my pussy pulsates.
“You fucking liked it when I ate you out while you were on the phone with your mother, didn’t you?”
“No,” I lie.
Grabbing me by the neck, he squeezes and says through clenched teeth, “Don’t lie to me, you fucking dirty whore. I know that you liked it.”
His hands rip the collar of my gown, ripping it in two. My eyes widen at the sound, and he leans down, biting my nipple hard.
“Fuck!” I cry out before biting my bottom lip.
It hurts, but it feels so good at the same time. How have I lived this long and not experienced sex this way? How have I been satisfied with mediocrity all this time? I guess because I never knew thatthisexisted.
When he stands and releases his hold on my neck, I begin to cough from choking. Kincaid glares at me and says, “You fucking deserve to be punished for your filthy behavior.”
“Don’t,” I grind out through my cough.
