by A'zayler
“Can I get a little more before we stop?” he stepped closer to her and grabbed her face. “I need it,” he whispered against her lips. “I promise it’ll feel good.”
Logan’s mind was screaming no, but her body had already agreed and fallen into his trap. She knew that for sure when she felt herself nodding. Yeshi took full advantage and picked her up then stepped out of the shower. He carried her to the bed and lay her wet body across the bottom. Her legs dropped from his waist and fell open for him to see.
Yeshi stood on the side of the bed looking down at her with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. His hand found its way between her thighs and to her love. His strong fingers stayed there, playing around, making her sticky enough for him to slide in. Too bad that wasn’t what he planned to do just yet.
Logan lay on fire and breathing roughly as Yeshi lowered himself between her legs and put his face in it.
Logan’s back arched from the bed as her mouth fell into an O. Her eyes blinked rapidly as his tongue lapped around slowly, touching the depths of her soul with his mouth. Just when she’d thought the pleasure couldn’t get any more intense, he reached up and grabbed both of her breasts.
“Yeshi,” she moaned quietly as she leaned up just enough to see the top of his head.
The dark waves turned her on to no end, simply off the sight. Seeing his face in her most private place was exhilarating, and he made the ride so much better when he looked up at her. His long eyelashes shielded his eyeballs some, but not enough to hide the look he was giving her.
“Marry me, shorty.”
Logan died and went to Heaven. Straight to see the king. Her eyes had closed, her chest had collapsed, and her legs were now squeezing Yeshi’s head to death as her orgasm took over their moment. Logan had floated off somewhere into the air, but he was still there… licking… sucking… touching and making her body his with each twirl of his tongue.
“Logan, did hear me?”
She propped herself up on her elbows while raising one of her legs from his shoulder and placing it up on the bed. Yeshi followed her movement as if he couldn’t get enough. His body came forward while his arm wrapped around the one thigh still resting on his shoulder.
“I want you to marry me.”
“You serious?” Logan gasped as she felt his tongue dancing along her insides.
Yeshi repeatedly flicked his tongue up and down until Logan began to shiver again. “You feel me saying yes?”
“Yesssss.” Logan’s body trembled uncontrollably as another orgasm made its debut.
Yeshi was on his feet and pushing inside of her before she could allow her body time to calm down. The squishy sound of her water leaking against his skin could be heard as he slid into her over and over. The serious look of determination on his face as he looked down between them sent all types of violent shivers to her spine.
“I feel like doing all kinds of stuff to you, shorty. Sucking titties, rubbing pussy, kissing toes, all the good shit.”
“Do it, Yeshi, just do it.” Logan’s hand pressed against Yeshi’s stomach, trying her best to push him back some, but he wasn’t budging.
“Don’t do that. Take it.”
Logan wasn’t sure if she could, but she was sure about one thing. She wanted to please Yeshi more than anything, so she held her breath and allowed him to swim in her ocean.
“If you feeling how I feel, then just go with it, Logan.” Yeshi’s eyes were on hers as the pad of his thumb found the sensitive tip of her love. “I know you do.”
Logan nodded. “I do.”
“Yes, and I do. You’ve said both, so does that mean you’re going to marry me?”
“If you want me to.”
Yeshi leaned over her so that their chests were touching. He kissed her forcefully while still beating her body down below. Logan would say she didn’t know if she was going or coming, but she did know. She was definitely coming… for the third time.
“I could sleep in you, ma.”
Logan’s heart and eyes fluttered at his admission. It was so sexy and sincere. His tone was serious and exhausted, but real. She could feel it.
“When we getting married?” he questioned.
Yeshi shifted up just enough to see her but kept his pace while looking into her eyes. The feeling of him continuously invading her intimate space was too good for words. If she was summoned to explain, she’d fail miserably. It was a good thing she wasn’t being asked to. Instead, she was deeply engaged in a passionate stare down with her lover.
“I can see your soul from here. You’re so beautiful.” Yeshi quickly kissed her mouth.
Logan’s lips followed his, grabbing them for more kisses. His strokes were delivered forcefully as he neared his end. She opened her legs, allowing him space to go deeper before circling them around his back to keep him in place.
“My mama used to molest me.” His head fell forward. “But, your pussy is the only one that has ever made me forget that.” Yeshi’s eyes were deep when he raised his head and looked at her. “Marry me.”
“I will.”
Logan answered him even with her mind blown beyond return. Never would she have guessed that, but now that she knew, she understood some of his actions a little better.
“Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” she repeated.
Yeshi nodded and began to bang her back out after that. His whole body grew more dominant as he kneeled between her legs hitting her with the kind of strokes that would make a woman forget her name. Seconds, maybe even minutes later, it was all over. Both of their bodies were spent as she lay beneath him trying to catch her breath. He was still on top of her, with his male parts buried deep in her valley.
“If we don’t stop, I’m going to end up pregnant, Yeshi.”
He shrugged. “I don’t care.”
“What? I do!”
He chuckled and rolled off her then stood to his feet in front of her. The sight of his hardness made her stomach flip. All of that had just been in her, and she couldn’t believe it. The size was ridiculous. There was no way one man should have been allowed to have that much. He should have been made to give half of it to a less fortunate man for the holidays or something.
“You must want some more?” Yeshi questioned while rubbing up and down the shaft of his erection that still hadn’t gone down. “I see you looking at it.”
Logan’s eye shot to his, and she cleared her throat. “Not right now. My stomach hurts.”
He smiled boastfully, and she couldn’t stop her returning smile.
They stayed there smiling at each other for a little longer before going back to the shower to clean up. Once they were finally back in the bed, Logan was on the verge of sleep when she felt his fingers tapping the side of her leg.
“You sleep?”
“Almost.”
“What you think about what I told you?”
Her eyes opened. She hadn’t planned to address it if he didn’t, but since he’d brought it up, she might as well.
“I think it’s sad, but I’m glad you told me.”
“It’s nasty, and she should die for it. I lived my whole life wanting to fuck the shit out of women, like literally fuck on them as hard as I can as some sort of punishment to her. I was so fucking helpless back then that when I got grown, I refused to let a bitch control me during sex.”
Logan took a deep breath and just listened to him vent.
“On some real shit, you’re the only person that I don’t get that rough with. I be dogging hoes.”
“Why not me?”
He was quiet, and she momentarily wondered had she messed up his free expression by speaking, but he answered her and eased her mind.
“When I’m with you, I don’t feel tortured like that. I feel like a man, even without choking or degrading you.” He exhaled and rested his head against hers. “For some reason, I feel peaceful inside you… like sex is supposed to be.”
“It’s because I’m an angel.”
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nbsp; His laughter lightened the mood, and she was glad.
“You got to be. Ain’t never had no pussy this good.”
Logan only laughed because she was too shy to say anything else. Yeshi was seriously taking her there, and she was a bit fearful. She wouldn’t tell him right then, but one day he’d have to know just how vulnerable he made her feel.
“Trita used to do all types of dirty shit to me until I got big enough to stop her. I was in middle school when I finally put a stop to that shit. She hated Katana and me. She used to do all types of evil shit to Tana for nothing. Just for waking up, Tana would be all kinds of bitches and dumb hoes and shit. It was crazy living like that.” Yeshi sighed. “Once I finally broke free of her perverted hold, I started fucking off. I was probably the only li’l nigga in middle school bagging bitches.” He chuckled, but Logan didn’t.
It may have been years ago, but she still didn’t like the thought of him and other women.
“I think I’ve fucked so much that getting pussy doesn’t even excite me anymore, it’s just something that I need to do. Like a person who takes pills, I need to fuck. Your pussy is the only one that I find some excitement in getting.” He kissed her neck. “Trita would get mad with any girl she saw me with, her old nasty ass.”
“Is that why she treated me that way?”
“Hell yeah. It was like she thought I was her man or some shit. It was crazy. I’m just glad it’s over.”
“That’s so heavy, Yeshi. I’m glad you’re moving past it.”
He nodded. “Me too.”
It was quiet for a minute.
“Is that where the drinking came from?”
“Yeah. She would give me liquor before she did that sick shit. After a while, I started drinking it on my own just to make my mind go away. Then, I got hooked and never stopped.”
“Well, you’re about to stop for real this time. I like the sober you.”
Yeshi exhaled. “Me too, sober me is unfamiliar as hell, but I like it.” He placed kisses along the side of her neck. “I like this angel pussy too. Let me get some more of it.”
Yeshi pulled her arm and flipped over so that he was on his back. Logan smiled and straddled his lap with a bashful smile on her face. She had absolutely no clue how to ride a man.
“I can’t do this.” She covered her face.
“I’ll teach you, just put him in.”
Logan raised up some to allow him access before sliding down slowly. Although it hurt her like crazy, the way Yeshi’s eyes closed and his body relaxed, she’d take it for him.
3. Screaming So Loud, You Can Feel Me Inside
A small frown formed on Yeshi’s forehead as he maneuvered down the cereal aisle of Walmart trying to keep up with Logan. After waking up to find out there was nothing in Logan’s house to make breakfast, they’d made a quick run to the store to grab a box of cereal and milk. Logan had offered to cook everything under the sun, but Yeshi’s stomach turned at just the thought.
His stomach had been so weak from the withdrawals that he’d barely been able to keep anything down. Logan had been cooking any and everything she thought would agree with his stomach and absolutely nothing had worked for him. Everything was too heavy, and he’d end up sick afterward. Water, Gatorade, and ginger ale had been his best friends, and it sucked, especially since it could all be over so easily. All he had to do was get a small hit of some Hennessy or Jack, and he’d be straight.
Unfortunately for him, Logan wasn’t having that. She’d been watching him from sun up to sun down. From the time he got out of bed until it was time for him to get into it again, she was there. Although he was past grateful for her being there with him like that, he also wished she would just give it a break. He hated for her to see him shivering, shaking, and vomiting every five minutes. There was absolutely nothing sexy about that shit.
“You want Frosted Flakes?” Logan looked at him with uncertainty. “Nah, these probably have too much sugar. What about Cheerios?”
Yeshi leaned his elbow on the top shelf and looked down at her. “Neither. Grab me those Honey Combs. Those shits be bomb.”
Logan put both boxes she’d had back on the shelf before turning to face to him and dropping the box into the basket he was holding. Yeshi stood back to his feet preparing to follow her but immediately felt weak. Before moving again, he paused and grabbed the bridge of his nose then closed his eyes, trying to regain his balance.
He wasn’t surprised to feel Logan’s hands on him. She’d obviously stepped closer because he could feel her breasts pressing into his stomach along with her arms around his waist. When he opened his eyes, she was looking up at him.
“I’m straight. Just got off balance a little.”
“We can stand here for a minute. No rush.”
Yeshi took a few deep breaths while she stood in the middle of the aisle holding him. “We probably look silly as hell.”
“Probably in love. Not silly, though.”
Yeshi smiled as he always did whenever she mentioned him, her, and love. She’d never told him that she loved him, nor had he told her, but they both played around with the word a lot. Her more than him.
“You like that shit too, don’t you?” Yeshi finally stood fully to his feet, grabbing her along the way to make sure she was steady on her feet as well.
“Sure would. You so fine, ain’t no telling who up in here looking at you.” Logan looked up and down the aisle. “Why you think I had to lay on you? I had to make sure these people know you’re mine.”
A lazy grin appeared as he watched her switch down the aisle. The long dri-fit pants she was wearing with his college hoodie and Ugg boots looked good on her. The slow pace she used when she walked was and always had been his favorite. The slower she walked, the better the view. Even though Logan’s ass offered a view anytime she was in front of you, that slow-motion shot was epic.
“Yooo,” Yeshi chuckled at himself. “Your ass is big as fuck. You know that?”
Logan shook her head without even turning around to face him. “Not today, nasty Yeshi.”
“Nasty Yeshi? You gon’ do me like that?”
“Yes. You need to watch your mouth. All these people in this store.”
Yeshi looked at the older lady and the little boy standing next to her and smiled. When she smiled back, he figured she’d probably heard him, but he didn’t give a fuck. She shouldn’t have been listening so hard. Yeshi wasn’t the shy type, mainly when it came to women. He went all out, and since Logan was his, he was jumping out of the gym with that shit.
“Why you in front of me? Wait on me.” He tried to catch up with her.
She waited for him so that they could fall into stride with each other. Yeshi grabbed her hand when she did. Logan enveloped his hand in return without missing a beat. Her head continued to swivel around the store in search of whatever else she felt she needed.
“Aye, so tell me about this nigga you had. You tried to tell me about him while I was sick the other night so I wouldn’t ask you about him. I caught on to your slick ass.”
“What you want to know about him for? There’s nothing to tell.”
“What’s his name?”
Logan looked at him and paused before turning her head and totally ignoring his question. “He and I dated when we were kids. He was in the streets a lot with his gang and drugs and stuff, so we didn’t spend quality time together a lot like we do. But when we did, I was always doing stuff that I had no business doing at my age.”
Yeshi looked over the fact that she hadn’t rendered her ex’s name, but he moved on anyway.
“Kids? How old were y’all?”
“I was fifteen, and he was seventeen.”
“I don’t know why I keep forgetting you’re so much younger than me,” Yeshi told her.
“Yep, you’re an old man running after a li’l girl.”
His long arm pulled her around her neck so that she was against his body. She laughed while his long fingers tickled her side.
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br /> “I ain’t chasing you. That’s your young, hot ass.”
“What can I say? I love an older man.”
“I better be the only older man you loving right now.”
“You are.”
There they were again, flirting with that word that neither of them dared to say.
“What could y’all have possibly been doing that young?”
Logan walked away to grab the milk before answering. She placed it in the basket he was holding without saying anything. When she started walking again and still hadn’t specified what they’d been doing, he knew she was trying to be evasive.
“Logan, tell me about your nigga.”
“He’s not my man, you are.”
When she looked at him with that familiar smile in her eyes, he gave in to her evasiveness.
“Right?” Logan circled one arm around his waist.
“Yooo, I’m too old to be blushing. Quit this shit.” Yeshi playfully pushed her away from him playfully as he did his best to wipe away the smile she’d placed there without trying. “You know what, you slick as hell.” He pointed at her. “You doing your best not to tell me about this nigga.”
“I’m really not, there’s just some stuff I don’t think you need to know.”
“Why? You must have been fucking off?”
Logan looked at him like he was crazy. “Now you tell me how that was possible when you’re the first person I’ve ever done anything serious like that with.”
“Damn, sholl is,” he snapped. “Well, tell me.”
They’d just reached self-checkout. Once again, giving her a break. Instead of pushing, Yeshi stood back and watched her ring up the stuff, only moving to give her his bank card to pay and to grab their bags. They quietly walked out of the store. No noise resumed until they were back in her car with the radio playing.