after the attention his flirting and messing around with them gave him.
Her mind was racing to point of exhaustion. She needed a nap, but even now was questioning what just happened between them. Was this just an affair to string her along and keep her quiet while he went out and played? Ayana didn’t like the questionable thoughts formulating in her head. And being pregnant by the man she loved, who may not love her the way she wanted, didn’t help either. She gathered her things and left for home.
Chapter Three
“Good morning, beautiful! How are you feeling today?”
“What?” Ayana mumbled. “What time is it?”
“It’s five a.m.,” Atticus replied in a chipper mood.
He rolled over closer to Ayana and watched her sleep. He eyed her from head to toe. A hairpin was hanging from one of her pin curls. He reached for it and pulled the pin out and watched her curl fall into a long wave.
“Babe, your hair looks longer. It’s really growing. I never noticed how long it was until…Hey, wake up...I’m trying to talk to you.” Atticus shook Ayana a couple of times.
“No! I just want to sleep. Leave me alone. We can talk later.”
I can’t believe her. One minute I don’t spend enough time with her, the next all she wants to do is sleep or eat a bunch of cracker. There’s cracker crumbs in the bed now.
Atticus started rubbing and squeezing Ayana’s breast and nipples.
“Babe, wake up, let’s do it. Your breasts look good. I swear, if I didn’t know any better I would say they look bigger than usual. They’re really turning me on. My cock is rock hard. Ayana, come on, give me some pussy!”
Ayana turned over, away from him.
“Atticus, I said I need to sleep. I’m really tired. You can stare at my ass and jerk yourself off.”
If I look at your ass, it won’t be long before my cock is sliding between your ass. I should sneak some. She loves when I take it, especially when I lick her pussy. She’ll spread those nice legs quick.
Pulling back the covers very slowly, Atticus exposed Ayana’s body. His plan wasn’t hard to carry out since she slept in the nude. That was one of his favorite things he loved about her. She always provided easy access for him. He rolled her onto her back, admiring the view of her body in the process.
Hm, yes…you look so delicious. I don’t know what you’ve been doing, babe, but you look so good! I can’t help myself, jerking off is not going to relieve this. I need the real thing.
Positioning himself as he spread her legs apart, he lay on his stomach and placed his hands under her cheeks to hold onto her in case she withdrew. His tongue began stroking her bud very slowly.
“Mm, yes…”
Atticus continued as he picked up his pace. He sucked and pulled gently to increase her pleasure. It wasn’t long before Ayana opened her eyes, arching her back, spreading her legs even more, while caressing the back of Atticus’s head to encourage him to lick harder.
“Yeah! I got you now, babe. You’re awake now aren’t you?”
“Oooh, ah, ah, ah, yes, I am, babe. I told you I needed to sleep, mm, ooh yes!” Ayana cried out.
Atticus jumped to his knees. He began holding and stroking his rod with one hand as he gazed into her eyes, while still manipulating her flower with his other hand.
“Do you want to sleep or do you want to fuck?”
Look at her, for a sleepy person she’s soaking wet, just the way I love it. Yes, that’s right, beg for it!
“I want you to fuck me, Atty. Fuck me hard. I need you, babe.”
“Pass me a condom. I have some in my side draw. These are better than the ones we had before.”
“Don’t worry about it just come on. I can’t take you torturing me any longer.” Ayana demanded as she flipped to her knees, positioning her entrance to give Atticus full range. She then caressed his shaft and guided it into her canal. It was the perfect fit, like a key to a lock.
“Ah, fuck! Damn, I love your pussy. Shit, woman, you’re going to