Page 30 of This Is Law 3

Chapter Twelve

SEVYN ‘LAW’ CRAWFORD

It was our last night in Jamacia. It felt like we’d just landed, and were wheeling our suitcases into this beautiful resort, and now it was time to leave in the morning.

When I brought this trip up to Yaya, this was originally supposed to have been something for just the two of us, but the boys invited themselves, and I was glad that they did because I had so much fun with my boys these past few days.

I was blessed to have boys that still felt like their daddy was cool, and they still wanted me involved in their day-to-day shit.

My boys really did look up to me, and my opinion mattered to them a lot.

Although they were getting older, I sat, and I truly observed them these past few days that we’d been here.

It could be the simplest things that they would be doing, like a trick in the middle of the ocean, and they would try to get my attention, just so that I could see them.

Small shit like that meant a lot to me. I was raising some well-mannered boys too.

Yaya and I really did our big one when it came to that because this whole trip, they didn’t skip a moment to thank us for including them on this trip.

Our last night here, and I had plans to take my baby out on a date, but all she wanted to do was sleep.

In her defense, we would spent most of our time during the day out in the blazing sun, participating in some kind of excursion, and then we would get back to the room, and I would fuck her like I was going off for war.

Yaya was getting her pussy ate and fucked first thing when she would open her eyes in the morning, a couple of times throughout the day when we would make it back to the room, and at night.

We went at it hard this evening when we made it back from our excursions, and that explained why she was slumped over in the bed like this.

Before she passed out, I was talking shit to her, telling her how I was going to leave her ass in the room tonight, while I enjoyed my last night here, so as she was sleeping, she was doing it in a way, damn near holding me hostage.

She was lying on her side, snuggled up under my arm.

Her leg was draped across my body, as if she was locking me in, and her left hand had a grip on the wife beater that I was wearing.

That combo that she had going on was her way of keeping me in place, making sure that I didn’t get up and leave her ass in the bed.

After we made it back to the resort earlier from touring and shit, she showered, got dicked down for about an hour, only to shower again, so she’d changed into this outfit that she’d picked out earlier when we were at Harbour street craft market.

She had on these little ass black shorts, with green, and yellow in them, and because the shorts fit her the way that they did, a little bit of her ass cheeks were hanging out.

The top was a black cropped shirt, and on the front were the words ‘Jamaica’ in yellow, and green writing.

Her hair was in its curly state, and it was pulled up into a sloppy bun that sat on top of her head. She looked so peaceful as she slept.

I ended up leaning my head over, and I started placing kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, and I went for her lips, kissing her multiple times there.

During that, it caused her to jump out of her sleep, she looked around all confused, and once she saw it was me, she gave me a half smile, and her eyes closed right back.

“Bae, get up. I thought we were supposed to go out on a date tonight. I gotta find one of them Jamaican tings downstairs, and take them out on a date?” I asked, knowing damn well that she wasn’t going to find that funny.

“Papi, I’m tiredddd,” she whined, keeping her eyes closed.

“Damn baby, I can’t get an hour? I just want to see you put on something sexy, while you let your man take you out.

I can’t do that?” I asked, coming closer to her, and I wrapped an arm around her waist, and my hand went lower, slapping her on her ass a couple of times.

She didn’t respond to the question that I’d asked her, but I knew she heard me.

In the little ass shorts that she was wearing, I was able to pull them to the side a little bit from the back, along with her panties, and on some slick shit, I brushed two fingers against her pussy from the back.

The second she felt me do that, her eyes opened and looked up at me.

Her red eyes looked so tired, as they pleaded for me not to start anything with her.

The second my fingers brushed against her pussy from the back, and I got a quick feel of how wet she was, I knew that I had to go ahead, and handle that.

“Okay, I’ll get up,” her slick ass tried to say, thinking that that was going to get her out of the smoke.

“Let me taste it,” I bribed, lips right in front of hers. I bit down on her bottom lip, just adding a little pressure, and then I used my tongue to trace her full lips.

“Sevyn, you’re the reason I keep sleeping like this. You keep doing stuff to me,” she fussed, making shit worse for herself because I was a sucker for that whining shit, and it was only making a nigga rock up even more.

“We ain’t gotta fuck. Let me just taste it. Ya, this shit leaking right on my fingers. Let me eat it,” I was damn near begging, not giving a fuck either.

I took the fingers out of her, and I showed her the way her pussy juices had coated it.

I let her see me put both fingers in my mouth, licking them clean, and that’s when I stood up from the bed, going for the foot.

I grabbed her by her small ankles, pulling her down to the bottom, so that I could remove the shorts, and the lace underwear that she was wearing.

There was a bench that sat right in front of the bed, and that’s where I chose to sit.

Pussy was right in my face, and her vaginal lips were a little swollen from what I’ve been putting it through these past three days.

I got a hold of her legs, pushing them back, so that they were folded, and right in front of me was a bald, fat pussy, and I dove straight in, going for her clit, softly sucking on it.

That pussy tasted so fuckin good, that I had to close my eyes, and moan through that shit.

“You should… have put… a towel under me… Baby, I know I’m going to squirt,” Yaya moaned.

I opened my eyes, so that I could look up at her, while I continued feasting from her.

You could see it in her eyes that she was in heaven, but I also saw the worry that she had from messing up the bed.

I couldn’t even respond back to her because I was too busy enjoying the meal that was in front of me.

I was a pro when it came to pussy eating, so I was able to keep my hands in my lap, folded, not even having to touch her, just allowing my lips, and tongue to make the magic.

You could hear every sound. The licks, the sucks, the tugs, and the wetness that was moving around inside of her.

I held her clit between my lips, sucking at a medium pace, and her back arched off the bed, having her sit up on her elbows, and her hand went for my head, locking me in, keeping me right there.

“Lawwwwww…… shitttttt…... Papiiii, I’m cummingggg,” she screeched, trying to move my head out of the way once she got her first orgasm, but I locked in, moving her hands out of the way, so that I could drag her further down, only so that I could keep kissing, licking, and sucking on her clit, which made her erupt again, and this time she screamed through that orgasm, body literally trembling on the bed, as I took her through it.

“Sevyn… baby, please. What… what the fuck are you doing to me?” her voice was shaking.

I kissed my way up her body, towering over her, putting my face right in front of her.

I felt bad because I just sat here and told this girl that all I wanted to do was eat her, but now my dick was trying to burst out of the gym shorts that I was wearing.

“Fuck you making all that noise for? Huh? I can’t eat my pussy in peace?” I asked. Her hand reached down, and she grabbed at my dick. She made a face like her ass wanted to cry, and that made me laugh.

“All you do is lie to me,” she expressed. I raised her shirt, kissing her stomach, and I exposed her breast, going for her right breast first, sucking on her nipple, and then I went over to her left, sucking on that one too.

“I don’t lie to you, baby. Ya, I’m fuckin obsessed with you.

Swear all I was going to do was eat you, but now you got this motha fucka standing.

Can I feel it? Let me take that pussy through something at least two times, and I won’t touch you for the rest of the trip,” I offered.

I could tell from the little bumps that were appearing on her arms that I was giving her chills with my words, and I was about to get my way in a few seconds.

“Sevyn, only two. Okay?” she asked me.

“Only two. Let me pick how I give them to you. Let me get it from the back. We can do that?” I asked, and she nodded her head, letting me know that that was fine.

She sat up, and I pulled her shirt off. The second it was off, I attacked her neck, titties, and lips.

I lifted her up like it was nothing, turned her around, putting her in all fours.

Yaya knew how to get in the perfect arch for me.

She kept the front of her body down, put her ass up in the air, and she looked at me over her shoulder.

I was coming out of my wife beater, shorts, and briefs, just staring at her pussy in awe from the back, in love with the way her juices were already seeping out.

“Papi, come get it. We’re waiting on you,” she cooed, doing that thing where she made her pussy jump.

“Damn. Here I go right here baby. Shit,” I cursed, picking my right hand up, and I slapped her hard as hell on her ass cheeks. Her body jumped at me doing that, and the spot that I hit her, it instantly turned red.