Page 29 of Merci

“Turn yo’ sexy ass around,” he commanded, turning me by my ankle in the process.

I wasted no time arching my back in preparation for him. I never liked sex from the back until Hammer. With him, I couldn’t get enough of it. As soon as he made his way inside of me, we moaned simultaneously. His strokes started out slow and deep, and I felt every inch of every one.

My mouth hung open, slob almost dropping from how paralyzed by pleasure he made me.

“I can’t hear you, Ms. Merci. I hear this pussy. She loud asfuck. But I can’t hearyou.”

All I could do was bury my head in my pillow and grip the sheets as my toes curled and spine tingled. I came, then squirted, whimpering and moaning his name in the process.

“Mhm. That’s what I want, sweetheart. That’s my good girl.”

“Keep making my pussy talk to you, bae,” I begged, squeezing my nipple as I fucked him back.

“Yes, ma’am,” he agreed, smacking my ass and tightening his grip on my waist.

My body felt like it melted into the bed as his strokes lengthened and hardened. At the sound of my doorbell, I cursed but made no effort to stop bouncing my ass against him.

“You not gon’ get that?”

“They can wait or come back. Please don’t stop,” I moaned as my body locked against him.

Except they didn’t come back later.

And they didn’t keep knocking.

As soon as I heard my mother’s voice, I immediately pushed Hammer out of me.

“Merci, are you okay, baby?” she yelled.

“Oh shit,” I whispered, hopping out of bed on wobbly legs. “She’s here so we can have breakfast together. You about to get me in trouble.”

Hammer laughed as I briskly slipped a pair of sleeping shorts on, then put on a shirt that didn’t match. I didn’t care at that point. I just wanted to get out of my room before she made her way in here. Rushing down the hall, I pulled my braids out of my face and tried to regulate my breathing.

“Hey, Ma,” I spoke breathlessly as I entered the kitchen.

“Hey, baby. You alright? I knocked for I don’t know how long.”

Clearing my throat, I smiled as I nodded. “Mhm. I’m great. I was just in bed.”

She eyed me, really paying attention to my appearance. “Clearly, you weren’t alone. I heard something, but I thought it was the TV.”

“I’m sorry, Ma. Hammer surprised me this morning on his way to work with flowers and donuts, and we lost track of time.”

“It’s not your beautiful daughter’s fault,” Hammer said, surprising me with his presence. “When I get around my sweetheart, everything else fades to black.”

Blushing, I was sure his charm would flatter her just as much as it flattered me.

“It’s nice to finally meet you. Hammer, is it?” Ma confirmed, extending her hand for him to shake.

“Yes, ma’am. And the pleasure is mine.”

Mama smirked at me before giving me a nod of approval. “I see why you’ve been hiding him. I’d want to keep him to myself as well.”

“Ma, please,” I groaned as Hammer chuckled.

“I’ma get out of here. Breakfast will be on me for the inconvenience.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” was what Ma said, but she sure didn’t reject the hundred-dollar bills he placed in her hand. It was as if a lightbulb flickered on in her head. She stared at him and released a quiet, “Hmm.”