sweatshirt and Yami held her breath just a little as they glided across her stomach, to her sides, and then up her back. He smiled when he didn't feel a bra, but he let his hands move back down her body until they were on her stomach again. When he was done, without notice, he lifted her sweatshirt to look at her stomach, but she grabbed it and yanked it back to its original position.
“The fuck, shorty? Let me see.”
“Answer my question,” she demanded.
“I was with my boy, Train, smoking. I know you can smell that shit on me, and I’m high as fuck right now, so you know I’m not lying.” Miego lifted her sweatshirt again, just enough to see her stomach, but not enough to expose her breasts, even though he wanted to.
“Damn, your stomach is flat as fuck. You sure that’s your daughter? Nothing about your body looks like you had a kid, shorty.” Miego was focused on her stomach while one hand held her shirt up and the other glided across her skin. The situation was awkward, but Yami was melting under his touch.
“Yes, dumbass, why would I lie about that?”
“Shit, your ass think I lie about everything, so why can't I think you would lie about something?” he said, looking serious as hell.
When he finally let go of her shirt for good, his hands rested on her stomach. “I really wanna fuck you, and before you say something about filters or me being rude, don't. I'm just being honest. I know you feel my shit is hard as fuck pressed against your ass, so I’m just stating a fact, not being rude.”
“Well, I’m not going to.”
“Maybe not right now, but you will.”
“What makes you so sure?”
Miego chuckled and reached between her legs, massaging her center through her sweatpants while the other hand moved up her stomach and groped her breast.
Yami wanted to stop him, but she was trapped by how good it felt for him to touch her. She closed her eyes, released a soft moan that she was fighting to hold onto, and got lost in the way he was making her body feel.
“You like the way it feels when I touch you, shorty, that’s how I know.”
Miego removed his hands and placed both of them on her back, pulling her body down toward him until she was pressed against his chest. His hooded eyes stared at her for a minute before he let his tongue glide across her lips and then actually kissed her. When he let her up for air, he wore a grin while he let the back of his hand slide down her cheek.
“I’m about to head home, and you need to go change your damn panties if you’re even wearing any. Got my jeans soaked and shit,” he teased, which embarrassed her a little. Yami knew she was wet, but prayed that he was just talking like he always was.
“You are such an asshole.”
“Nah, I keep telling you, I’m just real. Shit, you got my dick on brick status, so I know your shit is leaking. Don't front, we’re grown, shorty. But seriously, I’m high as hell, and if you stay here any longer, I’m gon’ fuck you. I’m trying to respect your boundaries, so I’m about to take my ass home and handle this.” His hand moved under her and he grabbed himself. “Since you got me ’bout to bust a damn nut.”
Miego lifted his seat to an upright position with Yami still in his lap. They were close now, so he kissed her again before he let her climb back into the passenger seat of his car.
“I’ll call you when I get home, and I’m seeing you tomorrow. I want you to help me find an apartment. We’re not gon’ be out here in a car like a bunch of fucking teenagers,” Miego said with a grin.
“I have class.”
“’I’ight, that’s cool, just hit me when you’re done.”
“Okay. I can do that.”
“And don't play me out like you did last time. The second you walk out your last class, you better be dialing my damn number. Fuck that, what's your schedule? I don't trust you.”
Yami laughed. “I’ll call you, I promise.”
“Fuck around if you want to. I’ll be at that damn school,
“The fuck, shorty? Let me see.”
“Answer my question,” she demanded.
“I was with my boy, Train, smoking. I know you can smell that shit on me, and I’m high as fuck right now, so you know I’m not lying.” Miego lifted her sweatshirt again, just enough to see her stomach, but not enough to expose her breasts, even though he wanted to.
“Damn, your stomach is flat as fuck. You sure that’s your daughter? Nothing about your body looks like you had a kid, shorty.” Miego was focused on her stomach while one hand held her shirt up and the other glided across her skin. The situation was awkward, but Yami was melting under his touch.
“Yes, dumbass, why would I lie about that?”
“Shit, your ass think I lie about everything, so why can't I think you would lie about something?” he said, looking serious as hell.
When he finally let go of her shirt for good, his hands rested on her stomach. “I really wanna fuck you, and before you say something about filters or me being rude, don't. I'm just being honest. I know you feel my shit is hard as fuck pressed against your ass, so I’m just stating a fact, not being rude.”
“Well, I’m not going to.”
“Maybe not right now, but you will.”
“What makes you so sure?”
Miego chuckled and reached between her legs, massaging her center through her sweatpants while the other hand moved up her stomach and groped her breast.
Yami wanted to stop him, but she was trapped by how good it felt for him to touch her. She closed her eyes, released a soft moan that she was fighting to hold onto, and got lost in the way he was making her body feel.
“You like the way it feels when I touch you, shorty, that’s how I know.”
Miego removed his hands and placed both of them on her back, pulling her body down toward him until she was pressed against his chest. His hooded eyes stared at her for a minute before he let his tongue glide across her lips and then actually kissed her. When he let her up for air, he wore a grin while he let the back of his hand slide down her cheek.
“I’m about to head home, and you need to go change your damn panties if you’re even wearing any. Got my jeans soaked and shit,” he teased, which embarrassed her a little. Yami knew she was wet, but prayed that he was just talking like he always was.
“You are such an asshole.”
“Nah, I keep telling you, I’m just real. Shit, you got my dick on brick status, so I know your shit is leaking. Don't front, we’re grown, shorty. But seriously, I’m high as hell, and if you stay here any longer, I’m gon’ fuck you. I’m trying to respect your boundaries, so I’m about to take my ass home and handle this.” His hand moved under her and he grabbed himself. “Since you got me ’bout to bust a damn nut.”
Miego lifted his seat to an upright position with Yami still in his lap. They were close now, so he kissed her again before he let her climb back into the passenger seat of his car.
“I’ll call you when I get home, and I’m seeing you tomorrow. I want you to help me find an apartment. We’re not gon’ be out here in a car like a bunch of fucking teenagers,” Miego said with a grin.
“I have class.”
“’I’ight, that’s cool, just hit me when you’re done.”
“Okay. I can do that.”
“And don't play me out like you did last time. The second you walk out your last class, you better be dialing my damn number. Fuck that, what's your schedule? I don't trust you.”
Yami laughed. “I’ll call you, I promise.”
“Fuck around if you want to. I’ll be at that damn school,
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