Page 29 of Enigma
“I promised you pleasure in every hole if you were patient, and you were so patient for Daddy. I want you completely naked and in the bed face down, ass up,” he finished, smacking my ass.
Eager to be pleased, I did as I was told, removing my heels, diamond thong and bra, climbing in the bed arching as deep as I could, while looking back to see Ahmir undressed and grabbing my favorite purple rose and lube, causing my clit to pulsate at the thought of the pleasure in store for my body. I reached between my thighs, dipping two digits into my soaked pussy, being sure to collect the cream that gathered at the hole as I slid them into my ass, nice and slow, watching Ahmir watch me as he made his way to the bed.
“I got it from here, just take it like a big girl,” were his last words before he slid my fingers out of my ass and into his mouth, sucking and licking them, moaning his pleasure with my taste. Letting my fingers fall from his lips, he spread my ass open and let a generous amount of lube run down my ass, causing my body to start to warm in anticipation. It had been some time since I had an anal induced orgasm, and I was primed and ready to cum from getting my tight little asshole stroked slowly.
“Can Daddy deep stroke you here, Baby?” He asked as he pushed his thumb in my back door with only slight resistance. The fleeting pain gave way to pleasure quickly.
“Yesssss Daddy,” fell from my lips as I rotated my ass on his thumb.
Removing his thumb, my body jerked at the feeling of his swollen mushroom head pushing into my ass.
“Relax and let me in, I promise to make you feel amazing, baby,” his voice soothing me as he pushed inside me slowly and gently, inch by inch. Finally situated deep in my asshole, I heard a vibrating noise and then felt it on my clit.
“Ohhhh fuck Mir, fuck me daddy!”
“Nah, you fuck me. Stroke my dick with your ass.”
“Fuckkkkk, mmmmm” I moaned out as I slid my ass up and down his fat dick while my rose vibrated on my pearl, pushing me near the edge of pleasure.
“Shitttt you taking this dick, I wish you could see how this phat ass is eating my dick up, FUCK!”
The filthy shit Ahmir was saying to me sent me toppling over as an orgasm rocked me to my core, and my body shook and convulsed on his dick.
“Good girl, but you owe me one more. I have one more hole to make a mess in,” sliding out of one hole and into the other, never taking the rose off my clit. While Ahmir had been gentle with my ass, he was taking me hard and rough now.
Sending a thunderous slap to my ass, rubbing the stinging pain away, “I want my pussy to squirt all over this dick.”
We matched each other stroke for stroke, and the wet sounds of our lovemaking permeated the room. My cries of pleasure created a symphony of eroticism with his grunts of satisfaction. The night had been an orchestra of pleasure. To be pleased mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically. Not only was this man taking my body up and through it, he was taking my soul with it. I’d experienced a perfect love with Angel; it was evident in the loving life we’d built together, the beautiful children we’d raised together. But here I was, building another beautiful life, completely different from the last, yet still filled with love and adoration.
Flipping me over so that I was now on my back, my legs wrapped around Ahmir’s waist, he bent down to kiss me passionately. My eyes were very low, nearly closed, as I enjoyed every stroke being pushed into me.
“You feel so good, Yanna, fuck” his strokes becoming more erratic and picking up speed.
“If I feel that good, then empty every drop inside your pussy,” I managed to get out as I grabbed his throat with one hand and grabbed his waist with the other.
I was about to have yet another orgasm, and I could feel that Ahmir was too.
“Cum in me, Daddy, so I can push it out and rub it all over my pussy, pleaseeeeee,” my orgasm coursing through my body.
“FUCKKKKKKKKKK,” Ahmir yelled out as I felt him empty every drop inside me. Sliding out of me, he looked down between my legs, and true to my word, I pushed every drop out and rubbed it all over my sensitive, puffy pussy.
“Good girl,” Ahmir praised as he lay beside me, perspiration covering our exhausted bodies.
“I love you, Mir. Thank you for tonight, it was perfect.” My eyes drifted shut. I felt Ahmir get up, but I never opened my eyes. I knew he was going to get a warm rag. My assumption was confirmed when I felt him cleaning me as I drifted completely to sleep.
I pulled up to the house that I haven’t visited since I purchased it for my parents after being drafted to the league. It remained in impeccable shape because over the years, I paid for the renovations, maintenance, and upkeep. My parents started this bullshit tradition of family dinners every other Sunday after I was drafted, but I refused to feed into their performative nonsense. Over the years, the relationship I had with my mother and siblings deteriorated because they refused to hold my father’s feet to the fire for his bullshit ways, preferring to be on his good side even if there wasn’t one. When I was first drafted, I made up in my mind to give my family my ass to kiss and ride off into the sunset with Maria, my kids, Angel, and Yanna, but Angel convinced me that it wouldn’t look good if my actual family ran to the press about me leaving them high and dry. Although my father started and ran a tech company that netted him millions in profit, it still wasn’t a good look that the top draft pick, who had just signed a contract for millions and major endorsement deals with Nike and other big-name brands, refused to ensure his family was well-off. While I could see Angel’s point, I believe it was more about Angel having a soft spot for my family because my siblings, mother, and even Sr, had shown him kindness that his parents never had. Knocking on the door, my brother Calil opened it, shock evident on his face.
“Damn, you managed to come have dinner with us common folk, huh?” The tone of his voice was smug.
“Man, watch out,” I said, not in the mood to verbally spar.
“Lil, who was at the door?” My mother’s voice sounded through the hall.
“The golden child, Caleb,” his response causing me to roll my eyes.
My brother had some weird, passive-aggressive, one-sided beef with me that I refused to try to understand. Calil had gone to college and earned a bachelor’s, master’s, and doctorate degrees in Chemical Engineering, working as a tenured professor at Winston Hills University. I tried to show my love, support, and pride for my brother, but I ended up regretting it every time because he would always allow my father to get in his head and create division between us by planting seeds of jealousy and resentment.
“Boy, stop playing,” my momma laughed, letting me know this was a running joke between them, further proving why I don’t come around these flawed ass people.
