I woke up very happy on Sunday. If you know what I mean. I practically skipped downstairs for breakfast. I grabbed the orange juice and blushed at the almost empty can of whipped cream. I shook my head trying to get the dirty memories of yesterday out of my head.

Yesterday

I dragged my tight jeans down my legs and threw them somewhere. Followed by my hot pink boy shorts. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My face was red and my lips were swollen and pink. My eyes were darker than normal and my pupils were big. For the first time in a while, I thought I looked pretty.

I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to listen for Ty. When I didn't hear anything I laid down on my back. The arch in my back started to hurt so I laid a tiny pillow under my back.

Where was he?

My heart was beating super loud. I used my finger to go from bottom to top of my pussy. I shuddered at the tingly feeling and how wet I already was. I circled around my erect clit before bringing my fingers in my moist mouth.

My eyebrows came together at the taste. It wasn't bad at all, but it was different. Kind of sweet but also salty. It wasn't the first time that I tasted myself. It was the first time that I really tried to taste it for the flavor. To be honest, I liked it. I circled my clit again a little harder and soft moans came out of my mouth. I stuck my middle finger in my pussy and caressed my walls. The feeling was kind of foreign to me so I took my finger out. My fingers made circles around my lips before patting on my slippery sex.

"Damn baby you couldn't wait for Daddy could you?"

I was so busy playing with myself that I hadn't noticed that Tyrie had walked in. I couldn't even move. I was too embarrassed. My eyes scanned the room avoiding eye contact. I stopped when I saw whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and caramel. I bit down on my lip having an idea about what he would do with it.

Th removed his work shirt and took off his pants. I didn't look down even though I really wanted to. It must have been the work of Satan that made me take a glance at the goods.

"He has on gym shorts.", I thought pouting.

"What you over there pouting for and get your hands off what's mine." He pecked my lips twice and moved my hand away from my area. I barely got to kiss him back before he was gone again.

I sat up and reached out for him. He just pushed me back down and laughed. I groaned in frustration.

"Nah ma let me do this first. You gone enjoy it. I promise."

"What are you gonna do to me?"

He held up the chocolate syrup silently and squirted some on my inner thighs. I gasped at how cold it was. I guess it was dripping because he flicked his tongue on the lower part of my thigh.

"Mmm."

He looked up at me making eye contact. His hazel eyes brightened up at the sound I made. He laid his chest on mine to steal another kiss before going back to work.

Soon I was covered in condiments. He had put the caramel around my belly button and made a mountain of whipped cream in between my thighs. I was sweating so much at this point that I felt the cream started to melt.

Ty stood back against my bedroom door and admired his work. He lip was stuck between his white teeth and his hand was in his shorts alternating between gripping and rubbing his dick. I honestly could cum from watching him.

"Dame pretty girl you're like my personal hot fudge sundae. You really tempting a nigga right now.What am I gone do with you?

Eat my puss Daddy!, I thought.

"Say less." He laughed at my shocked expression. I wasn't embarrassed at all because come on. I want him to eat like he was starving.

"Eat my puss baby. I'm so wet and you won't let me touch myself."

He walked over to the bed and leaned over in between my legs. He made sure not to put his torso on me so he wouldn't be sticky.

"That's what's wrong with you Tae. You don't realize that your pussy isn't just yours. It's also mine. And what I don't like is coming up in here and seeing some random ass nigga so close to what's mine. Better yet some nigga that used to bully you."

I stayed quiet and let his words with on my mind. I understood where he was coming from. I feel the same way when I see bitches smiling up in his face.

"I understand that. Though you gotta know that I don't see him in that way."

"I don't think you actually do because what I saw was not just a light bright nigga all in my girl face, but also a light bright nigga that want to fuck, call you his, or cherish and treasure the curvy body that I find dear and close to my heart. You gotta understand that I am not gonna let that happen. Don't think I don't trust you because I do. I just don't trust these niggas. They sneaky and they all would sell you out for they own benefit. I got enough on my plate and I don't need another man chasing after my pussy trying to see how she look or feel how wet she is." He kissed me deep and shoved his wet tongue in my mouth. With this kiss I felt like I was on cloud 9. That's just what he does to me. He pulled back from my face and grinned.

"And let's be honest baby. The only place I want or will allow you to cum is on my dick when I give you some deep back strokes, or on my tongue when I spell my name in it. You understand me baby?"

"I understand bae "

"Good." He said pecking my lips. I felt him move down to come face to face with it before diving in. After that I was basically gone.

Today

I shook my head shaking the dirty thoughts away. When I was finished I went back upstairs and got back into bed. I slipped into the darkness and welcomed the erotic dreams about my man.

Update! On so tired it literally 1:55 AM here. You asked though so I give.

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