Page 78 of Defending the Post
“Why would I need to change your number?” Mom questioned.
Man, I hated to expose my secret, but I never ported my number off the family plan.
“You are the account holder,” I said, and Erin peered up at me, rolling her eyes.
“I better not still be paying your phone bill. I told you to port your number to your own account,” Mom yelled.
Anissa “the Shark” Shaw-Jefferies, had more money than she knew what to do with. She set her monthly expenses on automatic pay and never looked at them. We shared the same people, and they bent the rules for me. Every car I owned was under her car insurance.
“Mom, you didn’t miss the two fifty coming out of your account,” I said, and we both knew she didn’t.
“Why is your phone bill... What else am I paying, Marquise?” she questioned, and I remained quiet, not exposing my other expenses.
“Mom, according to the state of California, you’re my legal guardian and listed as my mother on my birth certificate. You cannot neglect your responsibilities,” I teased, and she hung up the phone.
I pulled Erin’s phone away from my face to see her colorful lock screen.
“I knew you were a momma’s boy,” Erin said.
“You don’t want any more pizza?” I questioned Erin as I entered the last planet on this board.
She only ate one slice of her favorite pizza, leaving me with seven slices. With her legs curled underneath her, she shrugged but settled on no.
“Why?” I asked.
She eyed the pizza but didn’t extend herself for another slice.
“I need to pull back a little.”
I paused the game and turned to her for an explanation. “No, eat the pizza. If I wanted a skinny woman, I would have chased one. Fuck them starving ass bitches. I want you, thick thighs and all.” Erin teared up on me and I nudged her closer, pulling her to me. She straddled me and my dick stood at attention.
“Marquise,” she said.
“You know it only stands for you. He can sense that warmth you are trying to hide. I should slide in, baby,” I said, caressing her body.
“You will say anything to have sex,” she said after I pinched her nipple.
“I mean, my woman is thick and fine. Why wouldn’t I try?”
Erin lifted but dropped to her knees. She pulled back the rim of my sweats and gripped my, dick pulling it out. I smirked at her gesture.
“I love a challenge,” she said before her tongue swiped across the tip. “Fuck my face,” she instructed before swallowing my shaft.
I slammed my eyes shut as my woman tried to suck my memories into her mouth. Tossing my head back, I gripped her mohawk haircut and guided her to my pleasure. The texture of her taste buds caressed my shaft but when she touched my balls, I roared.
“Erin, Got damn, take everything.”
My heart moved at the same pace as her head with my release knocking at the door. I tried breathing exercises to prolong it but it didn’t work. This release was coming fast and hard. Erinremoved my hand and took her suction into overdrive. She positioned her body to hover over and swallow me.
“Erinnnnnn,” I moaned loudly as I unraveled inside her mouth.
My senses were delayed as they came back to me one by one. Regaining my vision, I glared as Erin stood over me, as did my opponents.
She licked her lips and announced, “I’m full, for now,” and stepped away.
I’ma marry this woman.
Mother’s Day came a week before the Western Conference Finals and I’m glad. Any time I could celebrate my mother; I jumped at the opportunity. These last few weeks had been peaceful, including my internal rage. I’d been focusing on the good parts, which were Erin and basketball. I hated every game was do-or-die, but I was home more. People had been recognizing my musical talents and hitting me up. I might look into being an audiobook narrator after a few classes.
