Page 25 of Our Mother's Sons

He slapped my hand out of the way and proceeded to knock my shit out the frame. My stomach clenched again just as his thrust almost came too much to bear.

“Fuck I’m ‘bout to nut!”

He thrusted his hips hard, and at the same time, a massive wave came down and covered us entirely. Water got in my nose, causing me to choke, but that didn’t stop either one of us from nutting. I was near death, but my body was convulsing in pleasure. I felt him flip us over, and when I felt air, I shot my back up and gasped for air. With my palm flat on his chest since I was now sitting on him, I reached down and pulled his head out of the water. He too took a big ass breath and someway his long dick was still inside of me.

“Damn, I really did drown in that pussy,” he coughed.

Putting my hand on my chest, I couldn’t stop the laughter that tore through me. We’d literally nearly fucking drowned. Grabbing my hips, he removed me from his dick and when he was out a rush of nut came out of me and landed in the water.

“If I pop up with some mermaid kids, I’m puttingyourass on child support. Fucking sea creatures stealing my nut and shit.”

We both stood; our hair was soiled, and our backs and legs were covered in sand. He flopped down on the chair and pulled me in between his legs. That was undeniably the best sex I’d ever had. Our breathing could be heard over the water, and in this moment, it was the best time I’ve had in the last miserable year.

“I’ve had your pussy in my mouth and now ima be spitting out sand for a week. Yet you still ain’t asked my name.”

“You haven’t asked mine.”

“Fine Shyt.”

“My real name.”

“It’s Voyage. I did my research on your fine ass. Thankfully, I saw you today because I was pulling up at the bookstore you manage next.” I didn’t know whether to be impressed or spooked.

“Um. Okay what’s yours?”

“Jovani. Jovani Bendetti.”

“Italian?”

“Yeah that’s word to my deadbeat ass mama.”

“What’s the story behind her?”

“Shit her family racist, they killed my daddy so she gave us to our grandma to raise so we wouldn’t be next. Now she’s trying to pop back up like it’s all good.”

“Jovani?”

“Wassup?”

“I know you don’t know me, but give her a chance. You never know what she went through. Sometimes mothers have to make difficult decisions.” I thought about all the times big mama had to make choices that benefited me and Baela’s favor since our mothers wanted to run the streets. They ran ‘em until the streets took their lives. We were too young to understand back then, but as we grew older, we realized our mothers chose fun in the streets over us.

Pulling me on top of him, Jovani pinched my nipple.

“You gone have to make a difficult decision in about three weeks when you piss on a stick and that bitch positive.”

He flipped me around, my hands went flat on his chest as he slid his dick inside of me and my wet hair drenched down my back as I tossed my head back. Crazy how I was welcoming his raw dick and nut when I nearly blew a gasket when Dutton wanted to get me pregnant at the end of our relationship. Fuck it, I’ll just have to get a plan B.

Jovani. Pretty ass name for a pretty ass man. It was a wonder that women weren’t beating down the block for his ass and now I understood why all the women at the strip club had been all over him like flies on a shit pile.

“Ima wife your fine ass up. You mine. You hear me? I need to wake up and go to sleep to this pussy. Come ere.”

He grabbed my neck, pulled me down, and stuck his tongue in my mouth. The chair croaked as I twerked on his dick, not missing a beat.

“Jovani! I know yo ass shamed!”

My eyes popped open, and so did his. Looking up, I spotted an older lady carrying what appeared to be a sleeping baby while she looked at us with disgust.

“Grams?”

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