Page 47 of Ms. V's Hot Girl Summer

Nothing had prepared me for the sweltering suction of Trinidad’s mouth. The tremors started in my feet, running over my legs until I felt faint. The pink tongue of hers shined brightly under the neon lights as she dexterously licked and sucked until my entire dick was engulfed, and she took all of me until the head of my dick received the warmest of hugs.

Then she swallowed.

And that is all I could take.

Not even five minutes. Probably not even three.

Who am I kidding? It was less than two, and everything tightened: my back, my legs, my chest. I saw stars. I stopped breathing for a minute. I…fuck.

Having Trinidad Velasquez’s wet, hot mouth on my dick meant everything. I’d leveled up to the highest degree. This wasn’t her accepting my “eager” infatuation and horniness; this was her giving me pleasure. Wanting me to come for her. Wanting my pleasure dripping down the corners of her mouth as a proof of the force of my affection and regard.

Whatever she needed I would give to her, and I would figure out a way to show her that we belonged together.

I just needed these days in Ofele to make it happen.

TWENTY

Trinidad

How easy it is to forget a side of you when you put it in a neat little box to never be explored anymore.

Ms. V exploded out of the box ready to play and with that a legion of fiery emotions, all vehemently taking over. There was nothing but for me to experience the journey, be present, and embrace every moment. Now all that was left was to get my sympathetic nervous system to get it together because the urge to retreat after my night with Orlando at the fair had become stronger than El Cuco dragging you off to bed during a bad nightmare.

The craving to sneak out of my room and into his that night kept me tossing and turning, waking up in tangled wet sheets. The wetness was mostly my sweat. Mostly.

After a shower and changing the sheets, I gathered my courage and made my way downstairs, where Orlando stood, making breakfast.

With no shirt on.

At this point, the man might as well carry me to his bed and put us both out of our misery. All of me wanted to be so close to him, mind and spirit. Feeling like this hadn’t been the plan. The plan had been to get my freak on and go. Fuck, if I’d said that out loud, Orlando would have never let me forget it.

“What are you laughing about?” He turned around, placing a plate of scrambled eggs with veggies and sausage on the kitchen island. A cup of steamy cafe con leche accompanied the meal. The twins had gotten much better at helping out around the house since their mentoring with Orlando, but I hadn’t had anyone make me breakfast in a long time. Maybe since I left my parents’ home. My chuckles subsided, and a pebble lodged itself in my throat. That could be the only explanation for the tightness in my chest and the lack of air through my lungs. It couldn’t be anything else.

“If I tell you, you’ll call me old,” I managed to say.

“But you’re old; we already established that,” he said, sitting on the other side of the counter, his stare caressing every part of me he could see.

“Boy, you can’t be looking at me like that,” I complained. Savory goodness coated my tongue at the first bite of the breakfast scramble, and I used my appetite as a shield.

“What do you want to do today?” Orlando called my bluff, ignoring my cheeks full of eggs. Now what was I supposed to do? Fast chewing my way through the mouthful, I took a sip of the coffee to clear my still-tight throat.

“I have to go to Delilah to get something to wear for that event tonight. I hadn’t brought any fete attire,” I explained.

“Alright, do you want me to go with you?”

Before the words finished, my head was already moving.

“No, I think you should hang out with your friends today; it was what you came for…well, besides finding your daughter. Any calls?” I asked, moaning when I got a particularly delicious bite. The man really could cook. I wanted to throw my panties at him, but that would send the incorrect message.

“No. Not yet. Are you sure you’re good with me hanging with them? I prefer to stay with you,” Orlando said in his husky voice, doing things to me.

“I know, and I do too. But all of this, although wonderful, is overwhelming.” I gestured between us. “I thought it would be this fun weekend escape, but I think, at least for me, it feels more than that. And I have to sit with that for a while. On my own. But we have tonight, and we will have a good time at the fete.”

“Thanks. I know that must have been difficult to share. Not gonna lie, it is feeling big to me too.” Orlando’s hand went to his chest, and as he rubbed in the middle, my chest released some of its tightness.

“Okay, then, we have a plan. We go do our own thing, and tonight the night is ours.” My face warmed as we both grinned like loons.

“I cannot wait.”

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