Page 31 of A Million Boss Kisses

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Yaseer Haynes

“ D addy, I need you to send me some money,” Amill’s voice tore me out of my sleep.

My eyes popped open, and she was standing in front of me wearing a white crop top, an olive green mini skirt, and the shoes she bought while in Miami. When Marissa moved in here, I’d have to start locking my damn door to keep Amill out.

“No good morning. Just open up them pockets, Mr. ATM?” I grumbled, sitting up in bed. “Where is the rest of your skirt?”

“Good morning, daddy. The skirt covers everything just fine,” she bubbled, pressing the button on the wall to open my curtains. “Now, I need you to send me some money. Wayne is taking us to pick up our dresses, remember?”

This was exactly why I barely paid Amill any attention last night.

All of her friends had cars, but they loved having Wayne drive them around on the weekends when I didn’t need him.

They said it made them feel like royalty.

Then she got over to Marissa’s house yesterday and acted like she had been begging for a car.

Has she asked a few times? Of course. And I shot it down every time.

My parents didn’t buy me a car until I graduated from high school, and I was just following their path since it worked alright for me.

Plus, I knew what me and Amill’s mother used to do in her car. I wasn’t going for that.

“We have to go today since you won’t let me skip school to go to the final fitting on a weekday. Afterwards, we are going to brunch, so I need money for the final payment of the dress and brunch.”

“You blow through money like water. You better start considering how you are going to sustain yourself.” Amill’s smile fell, and I burst out laughing. “Oh, you don’t like that thought, huh?”

Loud R&B music sounded off in the driveway.

It was probably Amill’s best friend, Olivia, pulling up in that convertible Lexus with her music to the max.

I didn’t mind the fact that the girls preferred for Wayne to drive them around because it was better than them zooming through the streets in that death trap.

“Wayne is already outside, and the girls are here, Daddy! I love you. Send the cash.” She requested while rushing out of my room.

I pulled my phone from the nightstand and sent Amill the money. A text came through a moment later.

Amill: Thank you, Daddy! I love you.

Me: I love you too.

After texting Amill, I went to my text thread with Marissa. She was up before me for once.

Marissa: Good morning. You up for breakfast?

Me: Yeah, let’s do breakfast at my place. I’ll cook for you.

Marissa: Okay. Send me your address and I’ll be on my way. We can cook together. We both had long weeks. Is Amill home?

Me: Nah, she is going to pick up her homecoming dress with her friends.

Marissa: OMG. When is her homecoming?

Me: Next Saturday.

Marissa: I know she is excited. If you need help with anything for her let me know. I’m on my way over.

Me: See you soon, beautiful.

Marissa was right around the corner from me all of this time, and we never ran into each other. Knowing I only had about five minutes before she was knocking on my door, I went into the bathroom to handle my hygiene. By the time I was done, Marissa was ringing my doorbell.

I stumbled down the stairs in a rush to see her face this morning. Pulling the door open, my eyebrows immediately knitted together.

“You drove over here in that hot ass teddy coat?”

“Yep,” she giggled, placing her hands on my chest, pushing me back into the house. Her seductive eyes were locked on mine until we made it out of the entryway, and then her attention went to the two-story foyer, and massive great room with the two-story windows overlooking Tampa Bay.

“The view is a perfect backdrop,” Marissa grinned, slipping the coat off her shoulders, revealing the violet teddy.

My eyes roamed her body until they landed on the matching purple platform heels.

I swept Marissa off her feet, holding her in the bridal position, allowing her to melt into my chest. Her lips graced mine, and I tasted the grape flavor of her gloss again.

Marissa’s hand reached down, gently caressing my hard dick when we were stable on the second level of the home.

My feet didn’t stop moving until we were in my bedroom.

My grip on her tightened as soft moans spilled into my mouth. I reached the bed and lowered her onto the sheets with care. Marissa was something rare, and I was thankful for the opportunity to experience it and make her mine. Her braids spilled across my plush comforter.

I eased on top of her slowly, my hands gliding up her thighs until I hovered above her, our eyes locked at the same level. “I don’t think you know what you do to me,” I muttered, allowing my hands to gently caress between her legs.

“I have an idea,” she blushed, biting her bottom lip.

Her hands ran across my abs until they slipped inside my pants.

I leaned in and kissed her. Deep. Slow. Hungry.

She matched every tongue thrust, greeting me with the same fire.

I pulled the bottom of the teddy to the side and used one hand to grab one of her breasts and the other to help her guide my dick to her wet pussy.

“See how wet this motha fucka get for me?” I questioned, thrusting into her wetness as a low moan escaped her.

“Yes!”

“Why you wanna deprive her of that?”

“I don’t know. What are you going to do about it to make sure I don’t do that again?” Marissa teased, placing her hands on my shoulders.

Without uttering a response, I pulled my dick out of Marissa and roughly turned her over.

Her breath caught, but she moved with me like her body already knew how to assume the position.

Marissa looked back at me, her perfect tongue slid across her juicy bottom lip, arching her back like a pro.

Her ass sat up, giving me the perfect view of her soaking pussy lips, with the wide stretch of open water glistening behind her through the floor to ceiling windows.

“Now this view is a perfect backdrop,” I asserted.

Marissa looked out of the window to see what I was referring to.

I gripped her wide hips, dragged her back to the edge of the bed with me, and slammed into her at that perfect angle.

Her gasp turned into an earth shattering moan as I drove into her.

Each purposeful stroke was harder, deeper, and rougher than the last. Her sloppy pussy was leaking, and we were making our own water sounds.

My fingers dug deeper into her flesh, holding her in place so she couldn’t run.

“You take all this dick like you needed it,” I growled.

Marissa threw her head back, her braids slapping against her back as her voice came out in ragged moans. “I did… I needed this so fucking bad, Yaseer.”

I slammed into her harder, and her body jerked, almost falling from my grasp.

“Nah! Take this shit, don’t run. Ain’t no more running.

” I slapped her ass and pulled her back into me by her waist. When she was back in position, I grabbed hold of her neck and pulled her back into me until her back pressed into my chest. My tongue trailed down her neck, and her pussy got gushier as I thrust up into her.

“Fuck, Yaseer!”

“You like that shit?” I questioned. My free hand reached around her and I gently massaged her clit while still beating her pussy for making me wait for this. Her nails scraped my arms as her body arched against mine, and the sound of our skin slapping filled the room.

“I love it! Ohh… I love it!” She sputtered.

I trailed my tongue up her neck again, and her voice turned into a low whisper. “I’m about to cum! Fuck me just like that.”

Never one to disappoint, I went harder until her body jerked in my arms and her pussy choked my shit, pulling the nut out of me.

Marissa collapsed into my chest, and I held her from behind, reveling in the feel of our rapid hearts pounding in sync.

After a few seconds, I kept my arms around her as I laid back on the bed, spooning while we caught our breath.

I pulled my dick out of Marissa after a few minutes and got out of bed to turn on the water in the bathroom. My morning cardio used to include a workout in my home gym or a few laps around my swimming pool since it was summertime. However, I could get used to this substitution.

Getting in the shower with her in Miami let me know she liked her water on hell, so I was getting the water ready for her.

I went into the closet to find the purple shower cap I bought for her.

Peeling the purple teddy over Marissa’s shoulders, I helped her out of her lingerie and passed her the shower cap.

“You’re too good to me,” she mumbled, tucking her hair into the shower cap while she sat on the edge of the bed.

I nodded, gently gripping her wrists to help her off the bed.

We went into the bathroom, and I guided her toward the steaming shower.

When she stepped inside and saw the purple loofah sitting on the shelf next to the lavender and eucalyptus body wash by Milk and Honey, her head spun back around to face me.

I flashed a cocky grin, grabbed the items, squirting two pumps of the body wash onto the loofah, and began washing her slowly and tenderly.

“How did you know I used that body wash? I might need to check my house for cameras,” she commented, spinning around once I was finished cleaning her backside.

“I told you I’m observant,” I reminded her. “Ion have to go the creep route to learn some shit like that out. I saw you packing all of your shit up at the hotel. If you packed the items on a trip, you must’ve liked them.”

She offered me a soft smile, and I pulled her closer, letting the warm water wash away the world around us. The silent connection that festered in that moment while her eyes bore into mine solidified the feelings I already felt brewing inside of me. I leaned down and pecked her lips.

We finished in the shower and stepped out together. I passed Marissa one of the lavender towels from the basket next to the shower. “I even get purple towels in the basket?” She chirped.

“This is just the tip of the iceberg,” I notified her as we exited the bathroom draped in towels.

“What else do you have up your sleeve?” Marissa questioned, following me into the closet.

“All of this,” I announced, stepping to the side.

Marissa’s mouth dropped to the floor at the sight of the closet perfectly stocked just for her.

The top two shelves were lined with fluffy towels in her favorite color, and the perfumes and lotions she used on the trip were arranged on the next two shelves.

An assortment of robes made from various fabrics was neatly hung next to the shelves since I wasn’t sure which Marissa would prefer.

A row of delicate hangers held lingerie sets in various shades of purple, and the second row was full of relaxed outfits that she could wear around the house.

As her eyes roamed the closet, I dug in my drawer for a pair of boxers and pulled them on.

“And in that dresser, the top row is full of panties. Only thing I didn’t know was your bra size, so I left that alone. But I can have Ellis go grab you some as soon as you tell me your size.”

Marissa’s eyes shimmered as she looked back at me.

“You did all of this for me? After knowing me for a week?”

I placed my towel across my neck to free up my hands so I could grab Marissa’s.

“I can see a future with you for real. What’s up with the divorce?”

Marissa dropped her head, the twinkle in her eye fading, and I felt bad for asking, but I was desperate to know.

“My ex-husband is holding up the divorce. He won’t agree to the division of assets, and produced a prenup that I truly don’t remember signing.”

“Fuck that nigga, I got you. Just let that shit go so we can move forward.”

“No, it’s the principle. I have my own money. All I really want is the house our kids grew up in.”

“Why? I’ll never live in a house where you laid up with another nigga. We don’t need that property.”

“We huh?” Marissa rolled her eyes. “By your logic, I guess you need a new house too because I’m not trying to lay up in a house where you had other bitches. Matter of fact, you need a new bed before I’ll sleep in that one.”

“See, that’s where you got me fucked up at. You’re the only woman who has ever been around Amill, so you’re the only woman that’s ever been in my house or bed. These shelves on that side of the closet have been empty, waiting for you to come claim them since I had it renovated.”

“You really like me, huh?”

“I do. Or else you wouldn’t be here right now.”

“I like you too,” she flirted, dropping the towel and pulling the violet silk robe from the hanger.

I came up on her from behind, my dick hard again at the sight of her bare curves sashaying across the carpeted closet.

“You like me enough to let me make a mess in that pussy right after cleaning you up?” I inquired, gripping her waist and placing her onto the closet island that stood in the middle of the floor, dividing his and her sides of the closet.

I squeezed her thighs and buried my face between her legs, swirling my tongue around her clit before she could answer. The only response was her loud moans while her nails ran across my scalp. Marissa was addictive, and I’d never get enough of her.