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Tyrell
"You always looking so damn good." I smirked while laying on the bed. Bassir was wearing a blue velvet durag with his reading glasses. He was shirtless and was reading a book. Normal sexy ass Bassir shit.
"Thank you babyboy. Come here." I leaned up and met him half way as he gave me a peck on the lips. "You're high." He said pulling away. I gave a small nod.
"A little." He smiled and shook his head. We were in my apartment so I took the opportunity to smoke a little weed. It's been months since I last smoked. I needed it after all the shit that's been happening. "Do we need to pick up anything tomorrow morning?" I asked, resting my head on Bassir's lap.
"No. I think we got everything right." He looked down at me. I shrugged. "Tyrell, it's thanksgiving. The store does not have anything or people are going to flood in and take everything."
"I'm sure we'll be fine." I shrugged him off. "Why did we say our apartment again also why are we the ones cooking?" He laughed and finally set his book down.
"Because we have the biggest dining room and you said Zola and Chance can't cook because Zola eats like a rabbit and Chance would burn everything. Charm and Chad can't do it because Chad doesn't know about seasonings, Alex and Emmanunal can only cook certains foods, David can't do it because he can't cook, and Romani would add weed to everything." Bassir listed off our guests for thanksgiving.
"Romani's brother is a chef though."
"He's in Atlanta." I nodded remembering that. "It's up to us Babyboy." He smiled. "After we're going to the soup kitchen." He reminded me.
"Romero coming with us?" I asked.
"Yeah Romero loves the soup kitchen. He helps us pass out food and clean up at the end of the night." Bassir started running his hands through my hair. I closed my eyes and let him message my head. "That feel good?" He whispered.
"Yeah." I mumbled. He started rubbing down my neck then he lightly touched my mouth. He traced my lips slowly before tapping my mouth with two fingers. I slowly open my mouth and let him push his fingers inside. I looked up at him and traced his fingers with my tongue slowly.
I grabbed his wrist and started sucking on his fingers. Bassir stared down at me with hazy eyes as I sucked his fingers. I moaned and pulled them from my mouth.
"Climb up here." Babyboy commanded. I got up and climbed up his body. He positioned us so we were in a 69 position. Bassir didn't waste time and pulled me out of my boxers before stuffing me into his mouth. I moaned loudly and dropped my body down onto his.
I slipped him outta his sweats and glared back at him.
"I told you about that no underwear shit Bassir." I squeezed his dick.
"I'm just at home with you though Babyboy." He said pulling me from his mouth. "And look how easy it is for you to get access to me." He smirked. I glared but still put him in my mouth.
I stayed at his tip and settled my tongue around the head earning a moan from him. He started sucking me again, taking most of me into his mouth. He held onto my waist and pushed my hips down, taking the rest of me. I moaned and started going lower on his dick. Bassir fingers started probing my ass.
We slowly sucked each other while his fingers fucked me softly. I smiled around him and pulled off slowly. He moaned but quickly paused as he felt my tongue lick low. I licked just under his balls close to his asshole.
"Babyboy." He warned. I turned and gave him a smile.
"Just wanted to please you." I said turning around. His fingers slipped from my ass when I spun around to straddle him.
"You're sneaky." He said, pushing the tip on my hole.
"I wanna fuck you Bassir." I complained. I really wanted to fuck him. Don't get me wrong he be making me feel amazing with his dick but I missed topping.
"You will Babyboy. I'm ready but I want it to be special like our first time together." He admitted. I nodded and leaned down kissing him. He cupped my ass and pushed me up. "In the mean time, I can keep fucking you right?" I nodded and moaned as he guided me down on his dick. I gripped his shoulders and started riding him slowly.
I opened my eyes and locked them on his. Bassir was looking up at me with lust filled eyes. I moaned and rocked on his dick slowly. We haven't made love in a while. It's been wild rough sex lately but tonight I felt like making love to my man. I held the base of his neck and lowered myself so I was kissing him softly. Bassir's hands went up and around my waist. I kissed him deeply, probing his mouth.
"Bassir." I whispered, placing my forehead on his. He gave me a serious look and rocked into me making me moan out. I laid my head in the crook of his neck and started kissing on him softly. Bassir let's me kiss on him now and he keeps his laughing at a minimum. He knows that like kissing on him so he's gotten used to it.
"You're so beautiful Babyboy." Bassir whispered in my ear. He gives me a small kiss.
Bassir flipped us so we were lying on our side. He lifted my leg over his and held onto my stomach while he grinded into me deeply. I let out a low moan and threw my head back on his shoulder.
"I love you baby." I whispered, staring into his eyes. He pushed up, hitting my spot dead on. "Fuck." I moaned. He stayed there pressed against my prostate. Bassir grabbed my neck and held me as he started giving me slow quick strokes hitting my spot repeatedly.
"I love you too Tyrell." He moaned into my ear. I moaned loudly hearing his words.
I could feel myself starting to cum but I wanted him to cum with me. I squeezed around him hard and pushed back on him. He groaned and held a tight grip on my throat. "I'm close Babyboy." I nodded and kept fucking him back. I held myself until I felt Bassir let go. As he came in my ass I let out thick ropes onto our sheets. I moaned and held onto his arms as he fucked out his orgasm.
"Fuck, that was good." I moaned. Bassir nodded with his head on my shoulders. He reached up and gave me a soft kiss.
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Bassir had a serious look as he and Romero cleaned the greens. They forced me to do small tasks like melting butter and mixing the pie mix. Apparently I can't cook. I glared at them as I mixed the potatoes and beans.
At least we all looked good as hell. Bassir had us all matching in some type of way. He was wearing a dark brown turtleneck with black slacks. The shirt was tight so it fit against his muscles. Romero had on dark jeans and a long sleeve black shirt with a vest that matched his shirt. I had on a tight black button down, blacks slacks, and a dark brown watch that matched them. We looked good as hell.
"I wanna help make something." I whined. I turned to my family as they shook their heads.
"Babyboy remember breakfast." Bassir pointed to the trash. I looked over and saw the brunt waffles.
"Well I didn't know you had to stay in here and watch them. Damn I said sorry." Romero laughed. "He's three, how is he helping more than me?"
"Me know how to be a good boy." Romero answered. Bassir pointed at him in agreement. "You no good boy." I glared at them both before leaning against the counter.
"We're not watching the parade?" I asked. Bassir gave a quick no.
"Me no watch that." Romero sounded angry.
"He's scared of the big balloons." Bassir mouthed. I nodded and smiled.
"Alright then I'll put on the game." I left the kitchen and walked down the hall to the living room. Just as I was turning on the TV, Bassirs phone went off on the couch. I picked it up and saw the number was unknown. I quickly walked back into the kitchen with a tight look.
He saw the screen and sighed. Before he could grab the phone I answered it.
"Hello, would you like to accept the charges from inmate 0789564 Anne Matthews?"
"Yeah." I glared. Bassir just stood there with a sad look. Romero, not knowing what's going on, was still cleaning the greens.
