Page 24 of Our Mother's Sons

Once he had everything, I followed him out to the beach. I admired his resort-style infinity pool and jacuzzi before we reached the sand. The way his backyard was set up, it looked like the pool blended in with the ocean, falling into it even though they were a few feet apart. This was a nice photo Opp area that Baela would have a field day at even though she didn’t fuck with the water.

We found the perfect spot on the beach and when he sat the food in the sand, he went to a shed at the top of the boardwalk. I waited as he opened it and pulled out two chairs and an umbrella. Once he set the blue striped chairs and umbrella up, I sat. We ate our food in a comfortable silence, and of course, I didn’t finish mine. He’d done it for me, though. While he finished my food, my eyes traveled to the dock where there was a massive yacht that had to cost a few million and two jet skis. This man was living the dream.

“One thing I love about Ausnor is how so many of us blacks can live like this. Granted, you’re the first person I had the pleasure of knowing living in a multimillion dollar home as such, but damn its nice. Motivating too.”

He was young as hell, I didn’t know for sure, but if I had to guess, we had to be around the same age. To see him living like this was so damn electrifying. I knew I could never afford this, but a girl can dream.

“Yeah, it’s plenty of young getting money muhfuckas in Ausnor. To keep this shit a buck with you, I wasn’t always one of these people with all of this. I was just a regular nigga hustling up money to keep a decent car and the latest shoes on my feet. I wasn’t a broke nigga but I wasn’t rich either. Now that I got this, I’ll do whatever to keep this shit. I only wish my grandma allowed me to get her up out the hood so she could wake up to this shit too.”

Hearing him talk about his grandma made me miss mine. Baela and I were prepared when she died since she’d been sick for a while, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“Old people are stubborn. They like to live in the place they worked hard to obtain and maintain. They are content. It’s us new generation that think we supposed to have the world,” I chided.

Riker had tried to buy a house for my Madea. She wasn’t going for it, no matter how much he begged and bribed. In turn, he paid her house off, and every now and again, Baela and I spent the night at it. It hurt too bad to live in it, though. Baela kept it maintained since I couldn’t afford it. We vowed never to rent it out, wanting it to stay preserved forever. It still smelled like my Madea.

“Hell yeah. But fuckthinkima have that shit…and you can too,” his voice dropped an octave.

His low eyes scanned my frame as he released the smoke from his blunt. I didn’t smoke, so I declined when he offered. Weed had never been my thing. I could barely take on liquor.

Standing, I walked toward the water, and when I was close enough, I pulled my dress over my head. By the time I was up to my knees in the water, I’d shed my bra and panties, being sure to leave them far enough away from the shore so that they wouldn’t wash in the water. With my back facing the horizon, I let the cool water tickle my skin as I heard him enter the water. He grabbed me by the waist and turned me so that I was facing him. He, too, was naked as the day he was born.

“You better be glad this shit is a private beach or else, I’d have bodied a nigga for real for watching your sexy ass.”

Without waiting for an invitation, he grabbed me, and my legs instantly wrapped around his waist. Before I knew it, we were lip-locking, and I was pleased that he’d either swallowed a peppermint or used mouthwash in the short time I came to the water. Sucking on his mint flavored tongue had me grinding my wetness into his stomach. His tongue dipped between the seams of my lips repeatedly as he smothered my mouth with erotic kisses. My mound heated on his stomach as I grinded into his skin like a dog in heat. The waves were strong, rocking us often, but he held his ground.

“Shit. Let me lay your pretty ass down.”

Walking to the shore, he kept me in his arms as he lowered to his knees. When my back hit the wet sand, and the water washed up my back, I fought a shiver. He’d brought me out just enough that I could feel the water, and he’d had me far enough away that it wouldn’t drown me while lying down. He pushed my legs back, exposing my delicate flower, and went headfirst.

“Ohhhhhh!”

His warm, thick tongue, the beach water, seagulls flying over our heads, and the sand on my back sent me into overdrive. The caress of his lips on my sacred box set me aflame. No matter how much water washed up my arms and back, I was heated as his lips skillfully worked my core.

The water came too aggressively, so I sat up on my elbows. With my nipples pebbled, we locked eyes as I watched him work. Never had a man made direct eye contact with me as he ate the box. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I bucked against his face, fell backwards and grabbed his soft wavy hair.

“Oh DAMN!”

I was pulling his hair so hard that I was shocked that it hadn’t come from his scalp. My stomach tightened as my senses heightened. I wanted to continue admiring the view, but with the way he was feasting on me, I had to close my eyes. As soon as I did, my body jerked and I came undone.

“Shit that pussy wet.”

He kissed my middle again before kissing his way up my body. I was trying to catch my breath as I looked at him with nothing but love and when he grabbed my breast and sucked it in his mouth, I moaned loudly. He gave both my breast equal attention and just off that I was about to cum again. This nigga had to either been fucking every day or since he was a damn adolescent. There was no way that he was good at everything. Feeling his stiff dick on my thighs, I spread them open and he took the hint because he lined his dick with my entry way.

“Ohhhhhh!”

He was filling me up to the brim. There was no way this pink ass man had a dick this long, thick and perfect. When he was all the way in, he pulled back out and kissed my chin as I adjusted to his size. Wrapping my arms around his neck, water brushed us again. I latched on to his lips as we engaged in a nasty ass lip locking session while he beat the pussy up in the sand. God was funny. I’d been celibate for all this time and the first man he puts in my path is one that not only knew how to eat pussy with precision but could fuck like a pornstar. Now how in the hell was I about to walk away from this? Not only that, he was willing to punk out Dutton, and even if he had no real intention of killing my ex, the fact that he lil boyed him in a restaurant full of people was alright with me.

His movements went from slow to fast-paced to hard. Before I knew it we were rocking with the ocean as the sunset while we fucked like we ain’t have no God damn sense.

“Shit! You so fucking pretty. You know that?”

He hooked my legs in his arms, and that caused him to go deeper.

“Fuuuuck!”

He bit down on his bottom lip as I placed my hand on his hardened six-pack to push him back some.

“Un hunh! Take this dick.”

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