Page 57 of Yearn
“Come back downstairs and let me eat your pussy until—”
“I’m not coming back—”
“You must. I owe you—”
“Dominic, this doesn’t happen again—”
“Then, you shouldn’t have fucking made me cum because this won’t be enough—”
“It must be enough—”
“I fucking want you, Teyonah—”
“Don’t jack off in the backyard again.” She backed up.
I tried to grab her.
She dodged my reach. “I have to go. This is insane. I. . .shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have come down here at all—”
“But you did come down and you knew what would happen. And you liked jacking me off. Doesn’t it feel good to just enjoy yourself and be free? Answer that. Did it feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Then, come back down.”
“Just because it felt good doesn’t mean I should keep doing it.” She backed away. “This doesn’t happen again—”
“It will—”
“Forget this happened—”
“How could I when it is the best thing that’s happened to me in my life?”
Her bottom lip quivered. “I’m sorry, Dominic. I’m sorry.”
“Teyonah—”
“Goodnight.” She rushed away, and I stood there shocked and destroyed.
A minute later, her footsteps sounded above, telling me that she must have raced up to the house.
Silence settled next and it was loud as thunder.
Forget this happened? I can’t. I won’t.
My pulse hammered in my throat.
I braced my hands on the little table and imagined the soothing life above me—the murmur of her voice, the rustle of sheets, Oliver’s excited chatter tumbling into a whisper, J’s softer questions.
In my mind, a storybook opened.
Pages turned.
She read to them like a good mother should, and I thought of the stains I’d put on her shirt and pants.
No. You don’t get to walk away from me after this. You’re mine.
For several obscene minutes, I stood in the wreckage—books on the floor, cum-soaked towel near, mouth tasting of citrus and something I could only call hers—and I knew there was no going back.
