Our Little Secret

Ninety-One

Nicki moaned loudly, holding Meek's head down as he ate her. He swirled his tongue around on her clit and sucked on it. Nicki bit her lip, throwing her head back.

"Oh my god... Oh my god.."

She scooted up a little, gripping the sheets. Meek groaned into her, a hand traveling up her shirt. He gripped her breast, pinching her nipple. Nicki shook a little, gasping.

"Oh fuuuuck, I'm gonna cum," she moaned.

Meek started slurping her juices and playing with her clit with his tongue. She moaned out, shaking harder than before.

"Wait! Wait! Oh my god!" She screamed.

Meel held her down, spelling his name out on her clit. She lifted up, squirting hard while crying out. Shaking uncontrollably, she pushed Meek back and closed her legs, holding herself.

"Mmmmm," she moaned under her breath in a shaky tone.

Meek licked his lips as her juices dripped from his beard. Once she calmed down, she slowly sat up, looking at him. He smirked.

"That's ya first real orgasm in a while, huh?" He asked.

She nodded. He chuckled, lifting his shirt.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"What you mean?" He asked.

She scooted to the end of the bed, standing up.

"I got what I wanted. Now it's time for you to go."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "What?"

"Oh you thought you'd come in here all sad, begging for my forgiveness? You thought you'd fuck me and everything would just go back to normal?" She asked. "Hell no, Meek. You will never get another chance to fuck me. You will not get my forgiveness. If you want it, you have to work for that shit. Even then, you probably still wouldn't gain my forgiveness.

"Nic, I apologized. Please forgive me."

She walked him to the door.

"No. If the tables were turned, you wouldn't forgive me. Goodbye, Meek."

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| Three Weeks Later |

"Brown skin girl, your skin just like pearls," Asami sang. "The best thing in the wooorrrrldddd!"

Nicki smiled, looking up from her phone.

"You sing so well, mamas."

"Thank you!"

Rihmeek ran in, hugging Asami. He kissed her cheek and picked her up, struggling to carry her to the couch. He finally made it and put her on the couch.

"Tooda, why are you carrying your sister?" Nicki laughed.

"My sisters are so cute, Mommy. Rihyas too. He looks like me. I'm handsome."

Nicki smiled, nodded. "I know. You look just like your dad."

"Rihyassss, stopppp," Ayane said, coming in, carrying Rihyas.

He whined a little, babbling.

"Ma ma ma," he babbled.

"Put him down, baby."

Ayane put him down and he waddled his over to Nicki. She picked him up, putting him on her lap.

"He's so cuteee," Ayane said.

"Dada Dada," he smiled, clapping.

Nicki smiled, kissing his cheek.

"Your hair is getting so long, baby boy."