Page 6 of The Best is Yet to Cum

She smacked her lips and rolled her eyes before joining me on the couch.

“That took less time than I thought.”

“What did?”

“The effects of the edible. You’re already talking crazy.”

“I ain’t said shit crazy, baby. I meant what I said. You’re beautiful, and your body is perfect.”

“Thank you. It feels good to receive a genuine compliment.”

“You should be getting compliments every time you step outside.”

“I do, but none of them seem genuine.”

“I’m sure they are, but you’ve lost faith in men and aren’t receptive, which is understandable after what you’ve experienced.”

“You might be right.”

She took another sip of wine and tucked her legs underneath her. The closeness of our bodies caused my body temperature to rise, and I needed to put some space between us.

“You mind if I use the bathroom?”

“You know where it is.”

Once in the bathroom, I relieved my bladder, washed my hands, and talked myself out of having my way with Mona. She was vulnerable, tipsy, and high, and I didn’t think it was a good idea to make a move on her. When I reentered the room, Mona’s glass of wine was empty, and her eyes were low.

“It’s a little warm. You mind if I take off this hoodie?”

“Feel free.”

As I lifted it over my head, the T-shirt I wore underneath came up with it, exposing my six-pack and the waistband of my underwear because my sweats hung low on my waist. I tossed the hoodie on the bed and caught her looking at me. I followed her eyes to my dick print, grabbing it to let her know I’d caught her.

“You like what you see?” I asked, repeating the words she’d spoken only minutes ago.

“It depends on what you can do with it.”

Mona was high, so I ignored her flirtatious response and returned to the spot beside her on the couch, unsure of how long I’d stay because being alone with her made me want to do things I shouldn’t even be considering.

“You seem nervous,” she noticed.

“What makes you say that?”

“Your energy shifted.”

I nodded. “That’s true, but it’s not because I’m nervous. It’s because edibles make me wanna fuck, and I can’t do much about that right now. I should’ve followed my first thought and took my ass back to my room.”

She placed her hand between my legs and stroked my erection. “What makes you think you can’t do anything about it?”

I grabbed her hand and stopped it from moving. “Mona, I’m high, and my resistance is low. You better chill, or you gon’ getexactly what you’re asking for, and I’m gon’ show you exactly what I can do with this thing.”

I released her hand, thinking she would unhand me, but I was wrong. Instead, she looked directly into my eyes, stuck her hand into the waistband of my sweats, and took as much of my dick into her hand as she could fit.

“Give me what I’m asking for.”

Maybe if I hadn’t eaten two edibles…maybe if it hadn’t been a month since I’d last had some pussy…maybe if Mona weren’t so fucking fine, I would’ve been able to resist her. However, all those things were true, so resisting her was nowhere on my radar.

I grabbed the front of her neck and brought her face to mine. Our lips collided, and I couldn’t believe how soft hers felt against mine. She moaned as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. As we passionately kissed, I released her neck to grab her waist and moved her body to straddle me.

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