Page 9 of The Best is Yet to Cum

“You left a note?”

“Yeah, I wanted to let you know I’d be back. My flight got canceled, but I had to check out of the room because the hotel didn’t have any vacancies for the next few nights. You want some company for the next few days?”

“You’re staying?” He nodded, and I jumped into his arms.

He came back. He actually came back.He would never understand what it meant to me… for me. I didn’t want to die. I wanted to live, but not with the same mindset I’d lived with for the past decade. He would never know how he’d changed my life—a life that might have ended had he come a few minutes later. Clinton may have just saved my life.

New Year’s Eve

5

Clinton

“Three, two, one! Happy New Year!” we cheered along with the huge crowd.

I cupped her face and pressed my lips against hers. She grabbed the front of my sweater, attempting to pull me closer, but it was impossible. When I released her, we looked into each other’s eyes.

“Happy New Year, Mona.”

“Happy New Year, Clinton. Thank you for spending it with me. This was the best New Year’s Eve I’ve had in a very long time.”

“I should be thanking you for allowing me to impose after my flight was canceled. I couldn’t think of a better way to spend tonight or the last few days than with you.”

If someone had asked me a week ago what I had planned for New Year’s Eve, my answer wouldn’t have been spending it with Mona. However, I wouldn’t change it if someone paid me.

I wasn’t sure how she would react when I returned to her room with my luggage, but her excitement pleasantly surprised me. She hugged me like she missed me and hadn’t seen me in years. When she began to cry, I asked her what was wrong, but she wouldn’t go into detail.

We spent the next day and a half wrapped in the sheets… and each other, using room service to provide the nourishment we needed to go round after round. Tonight was the first time we’d considered coming up for air.

“You’re so sweet. You want to keep walking or find a spot to hang out?” she asked.

I took her hand. “Let’s walk. Maybe we’ll find a spot to chill for a minute. If not, we can head back to your room.”

She smiled flirtatiously. “Heading back to the room sounds perfect. We can always find something to do there.”

“You’re not tired of me beating that pussy up yet?”

“You have an early flight, so I was thinking of how early you had to get up, but every pussy needs a good beating on occasion.”

“Who am I to deny a beautiful woman? Your wish is my command.”

We walked hand-in-hand through the Quarters, watching the lively people. When the mood struck, we stopped to dance outside a few bars until we returned to the hotel.

I had an Uber scheduled to pick me up at six o’clock, which was in five hours. I’d already packed my luggage, so it was one less thing I had to worry about. I had a feeling Mona would take up every minute of my time before I left.

As she undressed, she asked flirtatiously, “What do you want to do with our last five hours together?”

“I can think of a few things. Let’s start in the shower.”

We finished undressing and went to the bathroom. After she started the shower, I lifted her to the counter and covered her mouth with mine. As our tongues snaked in and out of eachother’s mouths, she slipped her hand between us and grabbed my dick.

“Nah, baby,” I mumbled against her lips.

I lifted her from the counter, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, allowing me to carry her to the shower. Once inside, I pressed her back against the wall and resumed kissing her.

My dick rested against her stomach, and again, she reached between us and grabbed it. This time, I let her guide it into her welcoming, wet hole. Her mouth fell open as my girth filled her.

“Mmm, shit. I’m gon’ miss this dick.”

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