Page 69 of Awakening
“Yanna, baby, what. The. fuck?”
Dana, kneeling in front of me now, guided my face into her pussy, “Don’t run,” she whispered, “Eat this pussy, baby.”
I did exactly what the fuck I was told and with immense pleasure. My lips sealed around her clit, sucking her slow and deep while Yanna worked both of my holes like a woman possessed. I could barely breathe, licking one of them while the other destroyed me. Dana’s fingers tugged my curls, her hips rocking, soft curses falling from her lips as I brought her to the edge.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered and cried as the dominant woman that was just fingers and tongue deep in my asshole morphed into a submissive good girl, begging mefor her release, “Right there—right there—I’m cumminggggggg!”
She came with a shudder, thighs clamping around my face, and I moaned into her just as Yanna slid her finger back into my ass and rubbed my clit with her other hand, that might as well have been Yanna’s finishing move because I exploded. My pussy clenched, my ass tightened, as I sobbed into Dana’s pussy like I was being reborn. Lights flashed behind my eyes, and I went completely limp, collapsing into the cushions, spent and soaked.
I turned just in time to see Dana crawl behind Yanna, spreading her cheeks and eating her like she owed her a debt. Yanna choked out a curse, fingers working her pussy as Dana tongue-fucked her ass. She was so loud, so nasty, grinding into Dana’s face as her eyes rolled back.
“Put your fingers in her soaked pussy,” Dana told me, muffled but demanding.
I obeyed, sliding two fingers into Yanna’s pulsating heat while Dana devoured her from behind, and finally Yanna lost it, screaming, grinding, coming so hard I felt her clamp down around my fingers like a vise.
“Ahhhhhhhhh,” she cried out as her release snatched her into Mount Pleasure.
As we recovered from our lovemaking, we lay spent on the couch as gentle touches, soft caresses, and tender kisses made for the perfect ending to an intense and emotional day.
My palms were sweating even before we entered the therapist’s office. JJ had flown in for the week, and my parents were still in Winston Hills while my stepdad recovered from heart surgery. When they both agreed to come to family therapy, I wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or terrified.
We sat in a semi-circle, the therapist perched between us like a referee in a title match. It started calmly. I reiterated how I’d felt invisible, unwanted, pushed aside, but as we dug deeper, the cracks showed. Voices elevated, mainly mine. JJ was trying to play peacemaker, and my mother’s hands were clenched in her lap.
Then Michelle looked up, tears pooling in her eyes. “There’s something you don’t know, Mav.”
I tilted my head. “What now?”
“Your biological father didn’t just leave us; he was given an ultimatum.”
The room fell dead silent.
“His family is wealthy, very old money,” she said, voice shaking. “Old money. His father was preparing a run for governor. A teen pregnancy with a girl from our neighborhood wasn’t on the menu. They threatened to revoke his trust fund and his inheritance if he decided tostay. They hated me so much that even a forced marriage wasn’t considered. Realizing he couldn’t and wouldn’t abandon his life of privilege and power, Malcolm left and never looked back.”
“Malcolm?” I repeated, like the name didn’t make sense.
“Malcolm Everett.”
I blinked. “Wait… Senator Malcolm Everett?”
My mom nodded slowly.
“Y’all gone keep some heavy ass secrets, boy, I swear,” JJ mumbled, making me chuckle briefly, the world spinning sideways at what my mother revealed.
She continued, “Years later, he came back with bullshit claims of wanting to be in your life and stop being a coward, but I knew bullshit when I heard it. I didn’t trust shit he was saying. His father was making waves in the political world, and they wanted to parade you around to prove Malcolm was a family man, part of some redemption arc where the teen dad had a bright future because his family loved him despite it. I wasn’t about to let my son be their zoo animal.”
The silence in the room felt like gravity had doubled. After all these years, the missing pieces were finally falling into place. The man who’d given me life was part of one of the most notorious political families, plagued by scandals, half-lies in news headlines, and the polished smile of a man who lived a double life.
“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” she whispered, “But if we’re going to have a real chance at earning your love and trust, we have to be transparent. You deserve the truth so that you can decide what you’d like to do with it, even if that includes reaching out to Malcolm.”
“Wow…I… I need a minute,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose.
Then James Sr. cleared his throat, “Son—”
“Don’t,” I said quickly. “Not now.”
“I have to,” he insisted, “I have to say this.”
I looked at him, bracing myself.
