Page 28 of Make Me Remember

The old Mekayla was returning that quickly, wanting to turn his ass out in the worst way. When my pussy gripped his dick, he smacked my ass and yelled, “Oh fuck! This some good pussy, Mekayla.”

“Mm hmm. This is some good dick too.”

I pulled my legs forward and began a slow bounce as he held my ass in his hands. This was the most emotionally charged sex I had ever had. The drool left my lips and landed on his, and he sucked that shit up like it was gravy from the meat he ate at the diner. Removing one of his hands from my ass, he pulled my face to him and tongued the fuck out of me.

When he released my lips from his, he said, “Damn, you been holding back all this shit from me. That’s okay though. This my shit now. This my pussy, Mekayla. You hear me?”

“Yeeeeessss! I’m about to cum, baby. Oh my God!”

My pussy sprayed his abdomen, and I lost my balance. He caught me and began fucking me from below, although I knew it was probably killing him to do so. The way he was gut checking me had every orifice in my body orgasming. This was why that girl had gone crazy over this nigga. He had a big dick and knew how to use the shit.

“Jacob… oh fuck!”

I glanced down at the action and saw the cream coating on his dick. He pulled me off him and said, “Stand up. I need to taste this shit.”

I did as he said, barely, and shoved my pussy in his face. The man ate me out of house and home as I held on to his head for dear life. His soft hair was tickling my palms. I wanted to grab it, but it wasn’t long enough for that. The noises coming from him had me on the fast track to cumming again. When he hummed on my clit, the floodgates opened once again and nearly drowned him.

“Fuck!” he yelled as he dropped me right back down on his dick. “You taste good as a muthafucka. You can’t have me starving after this, girl.”

I was riding him to the best of my abilities, alternating between actually riding and scooting, letting his dick tease my G-spot. He was grunting, and I was moaning, our sounds bouncing off the walls and echoing throughout the room, when suddenly, he pulled me up and growled out his release.

I was panting uncontrollably, but I wanted him again. Moving his appointment to the end of the day was such a smart move. That way I wasn’t in a hurry to get anywhere else but home. I rested my forehead against his. “I guess we can eat now,” I said.

He chuckled. “Shiiiidd, that food was the appetizer. I skipped that shit and went straight to the main course.”

I stood from his lap as he watched me like he wanted to take me down again and went to the bathroom to get a towel to clean us up. He was drenched in nut, so he needed to stay put. When I made it back to him, his dick was still rock hard, looking for attention. I threw the towel to the couch and went to my knees. “I guess I’m going straight to the main course too.”

CHAPTER 11

JACOB

That pasta my mama cooked was good as hell, but I knew it would be. When it came to food, the woman had never disappointed me. Evidently, Mekayla thought it was good too, because she cleaned her plate. We’d worked up an appetite, that was for sure. After Mekayla slurped my dick up in the most sensual way, I found myself buried within her walls again. I would probably be chewing on Ibuprofen later, but that shit was well worth it.

I was literally sitting here, contemplating asking her to move in here with baby girl. I knew there was no way she would go for that so soon, but that was how sprung she had me. Her pussy gripped me like it had a terminal illness and my dick was the cure, choking the antidote right out of his ass. The last time, I almost fucked up and painted her walls. It just felt so good I didn’t want to have to pull out.

That was what my lazy ass got for not going to get a condom. I was just so ready to feel her insides, I couldn’t think about shit else. It had been a while, probably a year, since I’d had sex, but this was worth every minute of celibacy. I wasn’t striving to be celibate, but Jameka had brought so much drama to my life I didn’t want to look at pussy until I met Mekayla. That shit was everything I thought it was going to be and more.

As we sat at the table staring at each other, I couldn’t help but smile at her. I thought it would take us a lot longer to get to this point, especially after her spiel about taking things one day at a time. She smiled back, then asked, “Why are you smiling?”

“’Cause you shocked me, and because that shit you put on me gon’ have me wanting it all the time. You got me wanting to do the most already. Speaking of… I know you see this gift bag sitting here. It’s not for decoration. It’s for you.”

“Thank you, but you didn’t have to buy me a gift. What’s it even for?”

“It’s a thank you gift for finally giving me a chance to show you what it means to be treated like a queen.”

She smiled and grabbed the bag from the table, immediately pulling the tissue paper out of it. Her eyes widened slightly as she pulled out the Pandora box. Her gaze lifted to mine. “Pandora? Jacob, I don’t know?—”

“Please just open it, baby.”

I watched her open it to see the beautiful bracelet. There were a couple of hearts, a medical symbol, and a little girl hanging from it. Her face reddened somewhat as she looked up at me. “This is so beautiful. Thank you.”

I stood from my seat and walked over to her side of the table to put it on her. She held out her wrist with a huge smile on her face. The minute I clasped it, she held her arm out, admiring just how beautiful it looked on her wrist. I grabbed my plate and brought it to the sink. As I rinsed it out, she circled her arms around me from behind and laid her head on my back.

“This just seems so unreal. I keep wondering when I’m going to wake up from the dream. I’ve always wanted to just be loved. I’m not saying you’re in love with me… I mean, what you’ve done tonight feels a lot like love. It shows that you care enough to want to make me feel good… like a woman. It’s why I didn’t hesitate to give you me. This all may seem small to you, but it means a lot to me because I’ve never had it.”

I turned to her and held her face in my hands. “You continue riding with me, you’re gonna always feel this way. I promise. One thing I can pride myself on is knowing how to cherish a woman. My uncles were great examples. As rude and mean as Uncle Storm can be at times, the way he respects and loves on Aunt Aspen publicly was something I always took notice of. Uncle Jasper does the same with Aunt Chas. One day, that will be us… married with a baby on the way.”

She chuckled. “You would want a child with me? I’m an entire monster while I’m pregnant. I’m not even sure if I want another child.”

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