Page 108 of Meraux Mafia: No Ordinary Love

“Whatever you want me to do tonight, I’ll do it. You have to tell me, Skylar.”

Mack’s words piqued my interest because it was so much I wanted him to do. So much I wanted to do to him, but I had somebody depending on me, so I couldn’t afford reckless nights allowing Macklen Meraux to please me.

“It’s your birthday. Tonight is supposed to be about you. Not me,” I said, momentarily coming to my senses. Or maybe it was my last-ditch effort to save myself.

“Taking care of you is what I want. Let me do that tonight.” It wasn’t tonight I was worried about. It was the weeks after tonight. Lying in bed alone, wishing I was with him. Touching myself, trying to recreate the way I felt right now as his breath brushed against my neck. “It’s my birthday, so you can’t tell me no.”

A soft moan escaped my mouth as his lips latched to my neck.

“Tell me to take care of you tonight.”

“T-take care of me tonight,” I repeated, stammering over my words.

“You’re the boss, Sky. Say that shit like you mean it, and stop playing with me.”

“Take care of me tonight, Mack!”

He stood up, smiling at my confidence. Mack picked me up, and my legs wrapped around his body like they belonged there. Every alarm went off as he carried me to his bedroom, pushing the door open with his foot and easing me onto the edge of the bed.

“What’s next?”

“Huh?”

“Nothing happens tonight that you don’t want to happen. If you want me to lay in bed and hold you. I’ll do that. If you want me to eat your pussy until the sun comes up, I’ll do that too.”

Camdyn consumed so much of my life that I didn’t know what I wanted. My needs were often an afterthought. Mack making me a priority right now was frustrating because I had no clue how to answer such a simple question.

“I-I-I don’t know,” I blinked, somewhat ashamed, but I decided to be honest despite my fear of vulnerability. “I don’t know what I want or need. It’s never about me.”

“You don’t always have to know. Trust me and allow me to help you figure it out because that’s a man’s job. There’s nothing wrong with letting a man lead you. Just don’t let that nigga lead you astray. You understand?”

I nodded, agreeing to play the role of the student for the next few hours. Mack took off his clothes before instructing me to do the same. My insecurity crept to the surface, but I obliged his request. The sight of his dick had me damn near foaming at the mouth. It was the prettiest dick I’d ever seen up close. The shaft was evenly coated in golden brown melanin. I didn’t even like mushrooms, but the head of his dick made me want to devour it. Thick and long enough to please me while keeping my insides intact.

He wagged his finger, signaling me over to him. Inching between his legs, he removed my arm clasped in front of my stomach.

“Don’t hide what makes you a woman.” He spoke in between, kissing each stretch mark. “Any nigga trippin’ off this ain’t the nigga you need to be with.”

Mack slid his hand between my legs, and I opened them, allowing him to massage my button. My head fell back as I ran my fingers through his hair. “Tell me what you want next.”

“Eat my pussy.” I eagerly spit out without a second thought. My obedience entertained Mack, and a smile spread across his face.

“I got you, baby girl.”

I laid down, and Mack parked between my legs, admiring my pussy as if he had never seen one before. It was in the cautious way that he examined it, licking his lips as he spread mine for a better view. The way his tongue swirled around my clit told me he had. He was well-versed in every nook and cranny. Mack explored them all before positioning himself at my opening.

My nails sank deeper into his skin with each stroke. I gasped as he pressed right against the spot guaranteed to satisfy me. Mack pleased my body as if he knew it well, enclosing me in his strong arms and pumping down into my hot narrow tunnel.

“Stop tensing,” he growled in my ear, only making me cling to him harder. Wrapping my legs around his body, Mack dug deeper as if he was looking for something. “Just ride the wave.”

“I-it h-hurts,” I mumbled through pursed lips.

“I know, but it’s gon’ feel better,” Mack assured me with confidence kissing my forehead. “Trust me, Sky. I got you.”

“Fuck! You got me!” I moaned, following his command.

“That’s right. Let me hear it again, Skylar.”

“Yes! Fuck Mack!”

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