Page 58 of Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming
Patrick fucks her mouth without apology. He may be the only man who can truly hang when it comes to her sex drive. She gags on him as he fists her curls.
“Yes, Aimee. That’s it. Choke on that shit, baby.”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
If there’s one thing Aimee loves, it’s having a big dick in her mouth, and Patrick’s fits the bill.
“Argh! I’m bout to bust in your pretty mouth.”
Aimee massages his balls and sucks in her cheeks as she bobs her head up and down on his shaft.
“What the hell is going on?”
Aimee slips Patrick’s dick out of her mouth and looks behind her. She sees a beautiful and angry Black woman with a straight dark brown bob and smooth brown skin. Her red wine-colored lips are pursed, and her perfectly arched brows are furrowed.
Aimee gets up, and Patrick pulls up his pants and adjusts himself.
“Sheila, what are you doing here? Your place is on the other side of the main house.”
“I know that. I was on my way there when I saw the security footage of you and your little friend,” she spits.
“You’re not supposed to enter the main house unless it’s an emergency. That’s the only reason I gave you a key. I’ve told you already that you can’t go through my house whenever you please.”
“It’s easier to go through the main house to get to mine. I’ve had a long shift. I didn’t feel like doing any extra walking.”
Extra?The guest house is right behind the main one.
Aimee is literally looking at it right now.
“And what do you mean by cameras? The only way you can see cameras is if you were in my office.” Patrick retorts.
“I stepped in to use the bathroom.”
Patrick lets out a frustrated sigh.
“I don’t know why you’re the one that’s upset here. Suppose our daughter had come home early, Patrick. Did you think about that?” Sheila complains.
“Courtney is at Allison’s house until Sunday afternoon, and you know that.”
“But suppose she came home early?”
“Then she would have called me to come get her, something else you also know. And for the record, I called and checked on her on the way here. She’s fine.”
“I could have come home with her,” she replies. Her voice is laced with attitude.
“How do you figure? Whenever Courtney needs a parent, shealwayscomes to me.”
Sheila’s nostrils flare, and she stomps over to the guest house without saying a word.
“You made her mad,” Aimee teases.
“Let her be mad. She only lives on this property because of Court.”
“What’s her problem? I can’t be the first woman you’ve brought home.”
“Actually, you are.”
“I am?”
