Page 41 of Drill Session

“Were y’all in on this too?”

Messing with the kids, she leaned down and tickled their chins, making them erupt into laughter, spreading their love to them, not singling them out.

“Deontae, how dare you let them do me like that. I thought I was your friend,” she pouted. “Did Drill bribe you with something?”

“Nope,” his lil’ sucker ass lied.

“Uncle Drill gave us some money.” One of the girls squealed in excitement and dropped the board to pull the money from her school pants pocket. She flagged the $100 bill in the air making the other kids do the same thing.

“Drill,” Akira giggled. “Are you serious!”

“Blame Deontae, he hustled me,” I nodded my head to him.

“I don’t put it past him,” she smiled. “Drill, I love this, so much, this is beautiful Daddy.”

Reaching out to her, I pulled her in for a hug and grabbed her ass, giving it a little squeeze before tonguing her down. In our own little world, nothing else really mattered but this moment and I wanted it to be memorable for her…for us. Our tongues danced and we traded saliva until somebody cleared their throat catching our attention. She paused momentarily and looked past my arm. Jalisa and the other moms came into view showering her with hugs.

“Oh bitch, you ain’t shit but a back stabber,” she joked with Jalisa, playfully hitting her. “I was on the phone with your skank ass earlier and you didn’t say shit.”

“I couldn’t spoil it.”

“I bet Lucky would’ve told me.”

“And that’s why I didn’t tell his pig ass,” I mentioned.

“Shunta,” she grinned. “I see who side you’re on now,” she then teased Shunta.

“I’m guilty like the rest of them.”

The sun was setting, and the moment couldn’t have felt any more perfect. Orange, reddish and yellow hues contrasted the sky behind the clouds, making the view perfect as I looked at my girl… my lady… with a heavy love, a love so fucking heavy I was willing to suffocate and die with it. That’s how addictive her shit was. I never took it for granted, and she was teaching me through various sessions beyond sex that having love for her and being in love with her are too different feelings and the two shouldn’t be imitated or duplicated for the same thing. She was beautiful as fuck, somebody I’d be proud to call the mother of kids, introduce my family to, with her graced on my arm, mimicking a trophy on the top shelf.

“Y’all c’mon in the house let’s give them some privacy,” Jalisa spoke.

I waited until everybody was out of ear sight before I talked my shit. Biting down on my lip, I grabbed her closer and made sure to grab another handful of ass. The soft and plump flesh felt like puddy in my hands.

“A house fire huh,” she questioned sarcastically followed by a questionable brow raise. “I still can’t get over that.”

“Jalisa and one of the mom’s made that shit up. I told them I’d be the one to take the fall.”

She smashed her head into my white Amiri shirt. “Drill,” she moaned. “I love this so much. You’re really trying to have me out here crying, fucking up my makeup,” she awed. “I mean this is just too much and the videos, this is beautiful.”

“The only time I want to make you cry is when I’m digging deep in that pussy and you’re begging daddy to slow down. You know I don’t fuck around.”

“The kids are in the house, so don’t start nothing.” With a dainty finger in the air, she pointed it at me.

“That’s the only thing saving you from another Drill session.”

“Plus,” she winced. “My pussy is still sore from last night. I wasn’t supposed to let you fuck me like that.”

“The kissing and sucking on it I did this morning didn’t help?” He asked again, like our phone from earlier.

“Only for a little while.”

“Shit,” I nodded towards the house. “We can go on the other side of the house and get a quickie in.”

“Boy,” she snapped. “Are you crazy.”

“Crazy over you and crazy about you.” My arms swindled around her body, cradling her in my arms like she was fragile, at least her heart was. “Is this everything you thought it would be? Boost me up, bae. Did I half step?”

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