Page 33 of Maceo

“Watch.”

It was a simple command and one of my favorites. I stared at our reflection in the mirror as he bounced me on his dick. Everything about watching him fuck me turned me on.

The sex faces.

The way my juices coated his length.

The way my titties bounced with every stroke.

This man knew my body inside and out. He catered to her. There had never been a time where I didn’t get mine before he got his because he always made sure I was satisfied first.

“Look at that pretty pussy,” he said. “Got my dick glistening and shit. Play with that clit for me, mama. I want you to make a mess.”

If there was one thing he loved to make me do, it was squirt. He didn’t care about the mess I made; he’d happily clean it up. I reached between us, feverishly strumming my clit as he thrusted into me. The pleasurable sensation flooded my middle, immediately sending spasms throughout my body.

“Oooo shit…. oooo fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

“Hell yeah, you are. I feel this shit juicing up. You’re gonna pull this nut right outta me.”

His pace quickened, and his thrust became harder. The harder he thrusted, the faster I strummed the sensitive bundle of nerves. Finally, my body began to convulse as the orgasm that began at my toes worked its way up to the apex of my thighs. My body erupted, spilling my juices all over his thighs, the counter, and the floor. Maceo came right behind me, his seeds coating my walls to the point of spilling out of me.

“Fuck!” we both yelled.

Now that was a proper apology.

With our bathroom sexcapades over,Maceo and I showered and got dressed for the day. Much to our surprise, when we got downstairs, his siblings plus Salima were waiting. As we hit the bottom step, they all looked at us and shook their heads.

“I thought he was killing your ass for a second,” Smoke said with a grin.

I rolled my eyes. “Well, y’all wouldn’t have heard shit if you didn’t just roll up in here. I’m changing the locks.”

His brothers looked at each other and laughed.

“You forget who we are?” Steel asked. “We all know how to pick locks.”

Deuce shrugged. “I’ll kick the damn door in. A lock ain’t ever stopped me.”

“Whatever.” I looked around the room. “Where is my baby?”

“Her grandaddy stole her last night,” Salima said. “He said he was lonely.”

Smoke snorted. “Maddie fine ass ain’t giving him no play since they broke up.”

Mia smacked him with a pillow. “Stop talking about my mama. Y’all’s daddy don’t need to play with anybody for a long time.”

“So he’s our daddy now?” Deuce asked.

“He’s y’all daddy when he’s acting like a whore, just like y’all.”

Maceo clapped his hands. “Would y’all shut the fuck up! Damn. A nigga ain’t even ate breakfast yet, and y’all come over here disturbing my peace. What the hell y’all want?”

“We have business,” Deuce said, turning serious.

That was my cue to head to the kitchen. Jaeda, Mia, and Salima followed behind me. They all took a seat at the huge kitchen island as I grabbed the ingredients to make mimosas for us.

“I think I’ve gotten over being an only child,” Salima said. “This is much more entertaining.”

Mia waved her off. “Girl, they are a bunch of aggy, overbearing cockblockers. You see how they did me at Mama Stephanie’s reception. I was this close to the dick, and theyruined it. That man wouldn’t even look at me the rest of the time.”

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