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SUMMER FLING FREAK

The moment I had with Yummi on the deck had me feeling like I needed to take her away from her misery.

I had Storm’s fine ass on my arm, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off Yummi all night.

I had to pull her to the side just to make sure she was straight.

Now I had Storm in my ear, but I was going to revisit my moment with Yummi soon.

“I know you ain’t my nigga, but I wasn’t expecting to find you kissing another girl. My reaction was because I’m starting to like you. I guess you’re glad I am leaving tomorrow, so you can go back to your life,” she said dryly as we headed back inside.

“I was the one who paid and suggested that you extend your stay, so why would I be glad you’re leaving?” I walked behind her and kissed her neck softly. I did like Storm more than I thought I would have, but Yummi and her situation had a nigga in a chokehold.

“I believe you, Mula. I’m going to miss you when I leave. I’ve gotten so attached to you.”

“I told you we gon’ keep in contact. But I’m not gon’ be able to wait until we get back to the house to take that dress off you. Let’s go to one of them rooms here.”

She giggled. “Let’s go, daddy.”

I took Storm to the lower level of the boat.

Each room had a view underwater, and you could still see the fish at night because of the lights under the boat, so I was ready to have some rich sex.

Storm was all over a nigga, and she already had my shirt unbuttoned.

She kissed my neck as much as she could while we walked and found a room.

She then got my belt loose, so I had to hold up my pants.

“Hold on, baby, let’s get in the room first. You want me to fuck you on the hallway wall?”

“I don’t care where you fuck me, daddy. Just hurry up and do it.” She gently bit my earlobe.

I finally opened one of the doors, but I stopped in my tracks when I saw Hurricane getting head from Sparkle.

He probably couldn’t wait until Yummi was out of his sight to creep with Sparkle.

He always made it a point to tell everybody around him, including Yummi, that he wasn’t fucking Sparkle.

Now, he’d proven my suspicions to be true because I never believed him.

She acted too delusional over him not to have gotten some dick.

They both had their eyes closed, so I shut the door without being seen.

We went to the next room over and walked into the luxurious cabin.

There was a comfortable-looking queen-size bed draped in a white duvet cover, and a panoramic view underwater.

As soon as the door closed, Storm squatted in front of me and pulled my slacks and designer boxer briefs to my ankles.

I stepped out of my shoes and pants, then looked down at her.

“You want me to suck your dick like that girl was doing the nigga next door?” She smirked seductively, but the thought of Sparkle and Hurricane damn near made my dick soft.

“Hell nah, you know I don’t like all that wet mouth shit. You know how I like it.”

“Okay, baby.”

Storm gave me slow and sensual head. Something about a classy woman taking her time with my pole turned me on. She looked sexy, making love to my manhood with her mouth, but I was ready to fill her insides.

“Get up and let me fuck you on that fly ass underwater view wall,” I sneered seductively.

“Yesss, and I’m going to record us for memories.”

I snickered. “You been recording all our sessions this past week.”

“I just love how we look together when we fuck with your sexy, chocolate ass.” She winked, then stood up.

After she propped her phone on the table, she arched her back perfectly as she rested her upper body on the glass.

Before I slid inside, I fingered her nectar.

The foreplay and liquor had her creamy, but I wanted her soaking wet.

I ate her pussy from the back, and she moaned softly.

Her moans were sexy, so I ate her peach to make her moan louder.

The D’usse had me gone, so I tongue fucked her longer than expected.

I came up for air, and she slid out a condom from her handbag. I was happy she brought some, like she already knew we were going to have public sex. I squatted back down to her height, and I slid into her slowly after I put it on.

“Mmmm, Mula. Go deeper,” she moaned, sending me balls deep. I picked up my pace as I watched her ass vibrate with my every stroke.

“Oh yes! I love you! Fuck me harder!” she cooed.

“You love me or you love this dick?” I asked breathlessly.

“I love you, daddy.” She looked back at me.

I smacked her ass. “Mmm, say that shit again.”

“I love you, Mula! I love you!”

I chuckled. “I like the sound of that.”

“I’m about to nut, daddy. Put yo’ thumb in my ass please!” she begged, and I gave her what she wanted. I saw her cream on my dick, causing me to cum right with her.

“This pussy so bomb. I’m ready to have another drink now,” I uttered as I backed away from her.

“I definitely want another drink and some food. Let’s freshen up before we go back.”

There was a bathroom with a shower, so I got in, and then Storm stepped inside after she emptied her bladder. We took a quick shower and then slipped back into our same clothes. I was refreshed, but as we got closer to the party, I heard a commotion.

“Beat that bitch ass, Yummi!” Yummi’s friend, Solace, shouted, letting me know what was going on.

Me and Storm had been fucking for nearly forty minutes, so the boat had docked.

We still were supposed to keep the celebration going, but from what I heard, the night had come to an end.

We made it to the ballroom of the boat, where everyone was, and there was a crowd of people around Sparkle and Yummi fighting.

“Take my key and get in the car. I don’t want you around this.” I handed her the key fob to my truck.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, unknowingly.

“Yeah, just some gang shit. We can finish our party at the house,” I assured her.

“Okay, baby. Be safe.”

“Always.” I pecked her lips, but before I got to the crowd, I had one of my trusted homegirls walk Storm outside so she wouldn’t be alone.

I rushed through the crowd. When I laid eyes on the fight, Yummi had Sparkle by the hair while she punched her in the face. All that could be heard was the sound of her fist colliding with Sparkle’s face.

Mink! Mink! Mink!

“You dirty bitch! I told you to stay out my nigga face, and you didn’t listen! Why were you coming from the lower level of this fuckin’ boat?!”

“He told you, bitch! We were just checking out the yacht!” Sparkle shouted as she tried to fight back.

I stood back and watched right along with Hurricane and everybody else.

Yummi wanted to fight Sparkle, so I didn’t intervene.

I enjoyed Sparkle getting knotted up. When blood started to shed, I pulled them apart after an eight-minute fight.

I didn’t want Yummi getting locked up for murdering a bitch with her bare hands.

Hurricane walked up to help. He tried to grab Yummi, but I stopped him.

“Nah, I got her. You handle Sparkle,” I instructed him.

He smacked his lips. “Yeah, a’ight.”

I walked Yummi to the lobby of the boat, and she was amped up.

“I finally got that dumb bitch. I don’t even care what she did with that nigga! I just wanted to fight the hoe. I took your advice and all that pussy shit out the window!” She laughed as she pulled her hair up.

“I hear that, and you did your thang. But calm down real quick.”

She took a deep breath. “Okay, I’m good.”

“This what you want to be doing over a nigga that don’t respect you?” I asked seriously.

“I get where you are going, and no, I don’t. Ain’t like I can run off with you tho’. You went and got you a cute lil’ bitch.”

I chuckled. “She’s from Colorado. Ain’t nothing serious with us, but this is about you not turning into a monster. Let that be the last bitch you fight over some dumb shit. I want you to stand on your gangsta, not look stupid.”

“Oh, she is my last fight. But you should be with ol’ girl. Y'all look cute together, so don’t mess it up for me. I know even after this shit, I’ma still be with that dog ass nigga. I know he fucked Sparkle tonight.” She suddenly started crying.

“Come here, man. You don’t need to be crying over this shit.

” I took her into my arms. I was a tough nigga, but I felt for Yummi because she was close to me.

I wasn’t going to tell her what I saw, though.

She already knew what was up with Hurricane and Sparkle.

Even though I wasn’t feeling Hurricane, the real nigga in me wouldn’t let me be a gossiping ass nigga.

“What’s up? You good now?” Hurricane asked when he walked up on us.

Yummi broke away from our hug and quickly wiped her eyes before jumping to his side. I hated the way she flinched when she heard his voice.

“Nah, I ain’t good. I don’t want you talkin’ to that bitch and replace her!” she demanded Hurricane.

“Whatever you want, it's done,” Hurricane replied as he wrapped his arms around her. He then looked at me. “I can handle mine from here. Don’t you gotta be with yo’ girl, my nigga?” he asked sarcastically.

I chuckled. “Just worry about taking care of yours, my nigga. You got her out here lookin’ crazy. Coast wouldn’t like that, and you know it.” I glared at him, daring him to respond outta pocket.

“Don’t start, y'all. It’s been enough fighting. I’m done celebrating for the night. Mula, pack you and your lady some food and bottles. Once I get the cleanup guys here, I am going home to eat and lie down. I hope Coast enjoyed his birthday.” Yummi sighed.

“Trust me, he did,” Hurricane added.

I walked off before them and went to let the caterers pack enough food for two.

I grabbed two bottles of Clicquot for Storm and a bottle of D’usse for me.

When I got in the car, Storm was sleeping in the passenger seat, and my homegirl had fallen asleep in the back seat.

I dismissed her, and then I reached over to kiss Storm on the lips until she slowly woke up.

“I got your wings, lil boo,” I told her.

“Yasss, thank you. That sex session and shower put me straight to sleep. I’m ready to get these twelve hours of sleep with you before my flight.” She stretched.

“I can’t wait to be laid up with you, too.”

“I don’t know why I did this to myself,” Storm uttered as I hugged her. We were standing in the Virgin Airlines terminal because it was her last day in Sable Cove, and she was bitter about it.

I broke away from our hug and gazed at her. She had tears falling from under her oversized brown shades. I lifted them, and she wiped them away before I could.

“What you mean?” I asked sincerely.

“I came here for a quick three-day stay with my best friends. Then, it turned into almost a month’s stay with a man that I don’ fell in love with, knowing you don’t love me back. I was just what we’ve been calling our relationship, which is a summer fling.” She sniffled.

“So you wasn’t just drunk when you said you loved a nigga?” I raised my eyebrow.

“No, and it’s okay that you don’t love me back. That’s why I said I shouldn’t have done this to myself. I caught feelings.”

“We had a good time these past few weeks, and I do have love for you as a friend. A nigga just not in love. That’s a big step, and I can’t promise right now. Trust me, when you get back to your city, you gon’ forget about us.”

“I’ll never forget about us, Mula. You know I ain’t got a nigga back home, so you gon’ be all I think about. I’ma make sure we keep in contact, too.”

“Yeah, make sure you do that.”

I made out with Storm for the remainder of her time she had, and then she headed to TSA, still crying.

Storm was right about a lot of shit, and I liked how understanding she was. She saw right through a nigga, starting with knowing I had to get back to my life. It was some shit that I had to lay to rest, and in all honesty, I was ready to make my move with Yummi.

When I left the airport, I sent her a text to give her a reminder about what I was on with her.

Me: You ready?

Yummi: For?

Me: Me to kidnap you…