Page 15 of The Hellcat Barbies: Aubree

Rather than giving a verbal response, I stroked him a little faster.

Brasi smirked before grabbing my arm and turning me around.

From behind me, he lowered his body. He pushed my dress up, pulled my panties to the side, and took my peach into his mouth.

My head rolled back as I gripped the edge of the island while Brasi sucked me like ice cream on a hot summer day.

When he moaned into my pussy, my entire body trembled.

“Brasi.” His name fell off my lips in a whisper as his tongue probed my center. The way he was feasting on my kitty had my heart racing. The more he slurped, sucked, and moaned the wetter I became.

When he spread my cheeks and swiped his tongue down the crack of my ass, I gasped.

My stomach quaked as an orgasm ripped through me like a tornado.

The harder Brasi sucked on my clit the more my pussy spasmed.

My knees buckled, as I laid my head on the island and rode the wave while also riding his face.

“Fuck,” Brasi marveled as he kneaded my ass cheeks while licking up every drop of nectar that ran from my center.

When he stood up, I didn’t move. I needed a moment to compose myself.

When I felt his tip pressing into my opening, my eyes flew open.

As he pushed slowly into me, my moans mingled with his, and I was in heaven.

Lifting my head, I gripped the counter and pushed back into him.

I had never wanted to have sex so badly in my life.

After Brasi worked himself into me, he waited for a few moments for my walls to adjust to him.

Slowly, he pumped in and out of me, and I bent over.

Gripping my ankles and moaning loudly I clenched my pussy muscles on his dick.

Every time his balls slapped against my mound, a whimper pushed from my throat.

“This pussy so fucking good.”

I stood upright and leaned my back against his body. Brasi continued to pump me savagely as he sucked on my neck. He was sucking so hard it was damn near painful, but the way my pussy was leaking and responding to him, the pain didn’t matter. If anything, that was turning me on too.

“Come here,” Brasi commanded as he pulled out of me.

I wasn’t sure where here was. On wobbling legs, I turned around, and he picked me up.

Brasi carried me over to the wall. With my legs wrapped around his waist, he stared into my eyes as he pushed back into me.

My jaw slacked. Mouth was hanging wide open, but no sound came out.

I locked my arms around Brasi’s neck, and we maintained eye contact as he sexed me like a man that hadn’t had sex in six years.

Of course, I knew he’d gotten some since being released, but that didn’t have a thing to do with me. I just prayed, he had used protection.

I tugged at his beard as my orbs poured over his face. He was so damn fine. I didn’t want the moment to end because I had no clue what this was. Maybe just some heat of the moment type shit. Brasi snaked his tongue into my mouth, and I moaned as I came instantly.

“Got damn, I can’t pull out of this shit,” he spoke against my lips before releasing a guttural moan.

His forehead rested against mine, and I waited for the racing of my heart to slow down.

Brasi lifted his head and looked at me. “Guess I should get you a plan B, huh?”

“Or not.” His brow hiked. “I’m not saying you want me to have your child.

That would be bold and presumptuous of me.

As for me, I know Brianna can’t be replaced.

But I’m up now. I can afford ten kids. If I did get pregnant it wouldn’t be so bad.

My only regret would be not getting pregnant by my husband or at least my man. And no, I’m not trying to trap you.”

“That never crossed my mind.”

“Are you dealing with anybody?” My dumb ass was offering up my uterus, and I didn’t even know if he was involved with someone.

“Before this, I had sex twice since I’ve been home. Shorty is cool, but I deaded that situation. I’ve been chilling for real. And I used condoms with her.”

Relieved, I bobbed my head before releasing a chuckle. “I guess I should go clean up and get back to preparing my meal before I don’t eat at all tonight.”

“What you making?”

“Seafood fried rice. You want to stay for dinner?”

“Sure.”

An hour later, over dinner, I ran down to Brasi all the things he’d need to do to start his channel.

The most important part was getting the content created.

Even if his channel didn’t start out doing numbers, all those views would eventually add up.

The way I looked at it when I started my channel was that even if I only made $75, it was $75 that I didn’t have before.

“You really think it’s a good idea?”

“Yes! Creating content is hard work. I wouldn’t even be gassing you up to waste your time if I didn’t think it would be good for you.

The awesome thing is, you love science. Being able to make money from doing something we genuinely have a passion for is the best thing in the world.

I definitely foresee you making at least $1,000 a month after you’ve been doing it for a few months. And that’s at the least.”

“Like you said, I love science, so I wouldn’t even be mad at that.

I want more black kids to have a love for science too.

I’ve even considered going back to school.

I’m not dumb. I just had a love for fast money, and I didn’t have time for school.

Or at least I didn’t want to make time for school. I’m starting to feel different now.”

His comment made my heart so full, I couldn’t stop the smile from inching across my face.

I was so proud of the man that Brasi had become.

That familiar pang came back making a lump form in my throat.

My parents nor Brasi’s people would have let me do everything one hundred percent alone.

Maybe if I had dealt with being a single mother until he came home, we could have still had a happily ever after with Brianna.

Every single time I began to feel okay with my decision to give her to my aunt, the doubt and guilt would always return full throttle.

Brasi would have been an excellent father. I knew it.

“I think that’s awesome, Brasi. For real. You’ve always been a dope person, but seeing your growth is amazing.”

His eyes darted around my kitchen. “I’m for sure proud of you. All that you’ve accomplished is a big deal, and you did it without a man. You out here driving fast cars, racing and shit, what else do you do?”

“I play football on a girls’ team for fun.”

Brasi’s jaw slacked. “You do what?”

I giggled and shook my head. “Every time I mention playing football men act so shocked. We have games twice a month when it’s not too hot and not too cold out. It’s never super packed, but we have a nice little turnout. And it’s actually fun.”

“Damn. Shorty out here playing football. That’s why those legs are toned as fuck and them thighs thicker than cold oatmeal.”

That comment got a laugh out of me. “I’m not that thick.”

Brasi and I finished eating, and I cleared the table. As I was loading the dishwasher, I wondered what was next. Would he stay? Would he go? I felt a presence behind me, but I was scared to turn around. When he wrapped his arms around me, my heart skipped a few beats.

“What we doing, Aubree?” the vibrations from his words as he spoke against my ear made goosebumps appear like magic on my arms.

I cleared my throat and prayed he wouldn’t move his hands up higher and feel the way my heart was racing. “What do you mean?”

“Us. What are we doing? We just going to have sex once. Maybe a few times and still deal with other people? We gonna try to pick up where we left off six years ago and do this thing the right way this time?”

I hated how bad I had it for Brasi because the happiness that his words caused me was a little shameful.

Despite what he did with Alyssa six years before, I trusted Brasi.

Before that episode, he’d always handled me with care.

He was respectful, honest, and affectionate.

There wasn’t anything more that I could have asked for in a man.

Turning around, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I think trying again now that we’re both mature and older is the way to go. And I don’t have to worry about you going to jail. That means we’re safe from you pushing me away, so I won’t have to wait for you.”

Brasi lowered his head and parted my lips with his tongue. From there, we took it to the bedroom.