Page 49 of The Best is Yet to Cum

“Yes, really. Now, take off your clothes and sit on my face.”

“Let me clean this—”

“Nah, fuck that shit. I wantmypussy on my face.”

We were in her living room on the couch. When she stood, I shifted my body to lie down. I watched as her satin robe slipped from her shoulders to reveal her naked body. Seeing her baby bump made me feel all types of shit, but mainly, it made my dick stand to attention.

“What are you waiting for? Climb on up here and sit on your throne.”

Her sweet scent already had my mouth watering. I opened wide as she positioned my favorite delicatessen over my face. I’d never experienced pussy this wet and didn’t know it was a possibility until Mona came into my life.

I ate her pussy until my face, beard, neck, and chest were drenched in her essence, then carried her to the bedroom only to do it all over again. When I finally slid into her from behind, I wanted the feeling to last forever. However, five minutes later, I filled her with my seeds and fell asleep with her wrapped in my arms.

“You’ve been in a mood,nigga. Wassup?” Evander asked.

“You think so? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Alyssa has come to me on the verge of tears three times this week because of you. Something is up.”

Alyssa had been my assistant for years. I’d think that if I’d done or said something to her that had her ready to cry, she would be comfortable enough to tell me.

I frowned in confusion. “Really? I don’t recall us—”

“It doesn’t matter if you remember, nigga. The girl was ready to quit. Twice this week, you snapped at her about your lunch order. She said you told her you weren’t eating lunch, but two hours later, you called asking her why your lunch was late.”

“I’ve been swamped with this new client and—”

“That’s no excuse. You ain’t new to this shit. What’s going on with you?”

I released an agitated breath and tossed my pen on my desk. Nothing was really wrong with me, but something was bothering me, and I didn’t have a solution.

“It’s Mona.”

“Is she good? Is the baby okay?”

“Her and the baby are fine. It’s just… She doesn’t want to get married.”

“You proposed?”

“Nah, I haven’t even thought about it, to be honest.”

“Okay, I’m confused.”

“Last week, we talked about marriage, and she told me it’s not on her radar. She’s in therapy, but she doesn’t see her feelings about marriage changing.”

“Damn. I can see where that might fuck you up if marriage is something you want.”

“What’s crazy is, I was indifferent about it until I fell in love with her ass. Based on her past and her resistance to moving in with me, I knew marriage wasn’t something she wanted to do any time soon. I hadn’t planned on being her boyfriend for the rest of our lives, though.”

“I usually have some advice, but I got nothing.”

“I didn’t realize it was bothering me so much because I hadn’t planned to propose any time soon, but her words stung more than I want to admit.”

“This may not be what you want to hear, and it might be the worst advice ever.”

“Let me hear it.”

“Since you weren’t planning to propose, forget about the marriage thing for now, but… give her an ultimatum about moving in together.”

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