Page 12 of No Gemini Does it Better (BLP Signs of Love #2)

The next morning.

Lord, please tell me it’s raining outside . . . like, pouring rain.

I rolled over and rested my head on Kareem’s chest. He’d turned me every which way but loose last night, and although my pussy was sore, I was still leaking for more.

Shit, the way he had me bent up like a pretzel and screaming his name, I didn’t even know my body could move like that, let alone my voice hit those octaves.

I didn’t know what he’d done to me. Had he awakened the freak deep inside me?

It was like his dick had magic fairy dust in that shit or something.

It put me right to sleep, like a baby to warm milk, and I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.

My ears perked up when I heard Butta scratching outside my bedroom door. He needed to be taken out. I didn’t want to peel my naked body away from Kareem’s, but I had to tend to my Butta Bean.

When I started to ease away, Kareem stirred and rubbed his eyes. I lifted my head and rested my chin on my hand. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.”

“I gotta take Butta out. You stay. I’ll be back,” I informed him before hopping up and grabbing a T-shirt from my drawer.

He took longer to get up, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Bet. Is it still raining?

“I’m not sure, but it looks like the power is back on,” I said, pointing to the vent in the floor where cold air from the A/C was coming out.

“Aight, bet. That means you can charge your phone.”

“And that I can get you to your car . . .” I acknowledged hesitantly, knowing I wanted to keep him to myself a bit longer.

“Yeah.”

“But first, I think we should eat now that the electricity is back. Should we have omelets or pancakes?”

“You think we got time for all that?”

I sauntered over and pushed my body in between his legs before leaning in and kissing him as if he were mine and mine only. “Yes, we have time to make breakfast.” I kissed him again and pushed out of his embrace. “Did you forget breakfast is the most important meal of the day?”

“In that case, you got any eggs and bacon?”

“I think there might be some turkey bacon in the freezer. How much should I make?”

“I’m a big nigga. Make the whole pack. As you know, I like to eat,” he stated, licking his lips.

I swallowed hard. He sure fucking did. Before I could gather my thoughts, I heard Butta yelp on the other side of the door, signaling that I didn’t have much time before he had an accident.

He chuckled. “You betta go get that lil nigga before he pisses all over your floor,” Kareem commented as if reading my thoughts. “He’s probably traumatized after watching me fuck the shit out of you in the living room last night.”

“Shut up!” Mortified, I turned away and threw on some sweatpants and Crocs before opening the bedroom door. “C’mon, Butta. Let’s go, baby boy.”

“The rain finally stopped,” I announced when I came back into the room.

“Good.”

“So, I guess that means I’ll be taking you to check in on your car sooner or later, right?”

“Mmhm.”

“But first, . . . we head to the kitchen.”

I tossed him some more sweatpants and watched him put them on before he followed me down the hall.

“I think I want pancakes.”

“Deal. Could you grab the mixing bowl from over there and the measuring cup? It’s up above me in the cabinet,” I said while washing my hands at the sink.

He stepped up behind me and pushed his dick against my ass while reaching up to put his hand on the measuring cup off the shelf. "Say please."

I smirked. "Please."

“That's better," he replied, taking a step back and holding it out in front of him before smacking my ass.

“Are you already starting shit?” I placed one hand on the edge of the measuring cup and the other behind his neck.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, shawty.”

His mouth said one thing, but he had this look in his eyes, and I knew he was fucking with me.

I grabbed the cup and set it on the counter. “Stop playing, Kareem.”

“Huh? Whatchu mean?” He wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me close. “It’s not my fault. You’re the one who ain’t put on no bra.”

I wiggled my index finger, indicating he should move closer so I could whisper something. “Did you notice I’m also not wearing any panties?”

Without warning, he picked me up to put me on the counter. “Them fuckin’ pancakes can wait until later.”

“Kareem.” I burst out laughing. “What if I’m hungry?”

“I got somethin’ yo’ pretty ass can snack on.” He winked.

“Oh, really?” I pulled the T-shirt off. “A snack, eh?”

“Sure. You like chocolate, don’t chu?” He pushed his sweatpants over his hips and let them fall onto the floor.

I hopped off the counter, thankful I’d put Butta in my room while we cooked.

He didn’t need to see his mommy on her knees about to give the nigga who broke into our house the hawk tuah girl treatment.

I pushed him back against the stove and inched closer, moving my hand around his abs.

I wrapped my hand around his thick erection. “Chocolate is my favorite.”

He fisted his hand into my braids and closed his eyes.

I dropped my head and wrapped my mouth around him.

He was big, and I always struggled to fit him into my mouth.

I let myself relax and moved down over him.

I gagged but didn’t stop. It wasn’t like I was a dick-sucking fiend, but there was something about Kareem’s dick—the length, girth, and slight curve—that made me wanna suck his soul out of his body.

“Goddamn, shawty.” His hand was on my shoulder.

I could only moan as I moved up and down. As my gag reflexes got a little more intense, I pulled up and sucked hard on the mushroom-shaped head. He jerked forward an inch and clenched my braids even harder.

As I continued to suck, I felt him getting even harder. I reached over with one hand and began playing with his balls while moving my mouth up and down at a faster pace.

“Sawyer. Oh, fuck, shawty. You about to make a nigga nut.” Then he cried out my name even louder and let himself release into my mouth.

I sucked harder on the tip of his dick after he came, taking the remnants of his soul. His legs shook. He moaned louder and gritted his perfectly straight teeth with an animalistic growl. The way he reacted excited me in ways I couldn’t describe.

“Mmmm, . . . perfect.” I slowly climbed to my feet.

“You’re perfect.” He pulled up his sweatpants so that he could walk freely. “Don’t get comfortable, though, shawty. We’re not done yet.”

“Oh yeah, what did you have in mind?” I didn’t move. It was fun playing with him.

I watched him disappear down the hall and heard Butta yip a bit before the door closed again.

Kareem reappeared, ripping open the gold foil package and sliding the condom down over his growing erection.

He was already getting hard. How was that shit even possible?

The way his hands moved had my insides dancing with excitement for what was coming next, or better yet, who was cumming next.

He tugged at my arm to lead me over to the couch so I could straddle him. It was one of my favorite positions. I loved watching his face whenever we were taken over the edge together.

I knew he needed a little bit longer before he was ready, so I pulled off my sweatpants and moved my bare pussy back and forth over him. After what felt like several minutes, I knew his dick was precisely where I needed it to be. “Sawyer,” he whispered.

Right as I was about to put him inside of me, I heard my phone buzz against the kitchen counter. I’d placed it on the charger before taking Butta out, and it must’ve gotten up enough charge to turn back on. “Ignore it.”

Kareem reached up and placed his hands on either side of my face. “Yeah, fuck that phone.”

He wasn’t wrong.

I reached down in between us and placed him at my core. Then, I pushed down carefully to ensure every inch of him was inside. I made small pulsating movements until he was all the way in.

“I’m not going anywhere for a while.” We started to move together. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He increased the movements. I leaned back and rested my hands on his thighs. The position took him deeper, and I felt the start of my orgasm move through my body.

“Tell me you want more of this dick, shawty,” he demanded.

I could only shake my head in agreement. He reached up and placed a thumb over my clitoris.

“Shit, I—oh, . . . Kareem . . .” His circular movements on me were all I needed. I moved in and out faster. “I—I’m cumming!” I squealed just as it happened.

I screamed his name again, body twitching and convulsing as if I’d been turned into some zombie. Breathless, I leaned forward to drop my forehead against his.

Kareem looked deep into my eyes before wrapping one hand around my throat. “Don’t stop, shawty. Keep fucking this dick.” He rubbed his hand up and down my ass before smacking it. The loud crack of his palm against my skin sent me into overdrive.

I lifted my body and bucked harder and faster against him, learning that the harder I went, the wetter I seemed to get. His dick had turned my pussy into a fountain.

I rested the palms of my hands on his chest. “Oh, shit. Cum with me, Kareem. Cum for me,” I growled into his ear.

“Call me daddy, Sawyer.”

I moaned harder at the sound of his command. “Cum for me, daddy.”

We were moving so fast together, bodies bumping and grinding, and then, after a few more hard pumps, he yelled out my name.

We lay together for several long minutes, both of us still breathing heavily. Then, my phone beeped again.

“You should probably get that this time.” He wrapped his arms around me, slid his hands down over my ass, and squeezed before forcing me to get up.

“Oh, fine. You’re no fun.” I rolled over and let my back fall onto the other side of the couch.

“What are you talking about? I’m the very definition of fun.” He sat up and made his way into the bathroom. “Case in point, your throbbing ass pussy.”

I placed my hands on my cheeks and giggled. “Shut up.”