by ChaShiree M.
More Than Most
More Than, Book 2
Chashiree M.
KinkyBoo Publishing
Copyright © 2020 by Chashiree M.
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To my future. Whoever you are… When I find you, I will never let go.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Epilogue
About the Author
Acknowledgments
Also by Chashiree M.
Chapter One
Yvette
“Oh my God, Yvette. He is starring over here.” I turn my head slightly to see who my friend Olivia is referring too. “No. Don’t look, silly.” I can’t help but roll my eyes. Then how the hell else am I supposed to know who she is looking at. Not that it matters. The truth is, there is only one guy that even remotely makes my body wake up. Not to mention my heart. Curtis Lenile. He is by far the sexiest man I have ever seen in my life and I have only met him once. My car had broken down because let’s face it, it is a piece of shit. I bought it when I graduated high school, moved out of the trailer park where I lived with my mom and her awful, fat ass boyfriend. I moved into a two-bedroom apartment with my two best friends, got a job working for Mindy’s truck stop. I would love to go to college, get a degree in education and be a Kindergarten teacher, but let’s be honest, the chances of that are slim to none. Oh well.
Two months ago, I was driving home from the laundromat when I hit a pothole. My tire burst and I was on the side of the road before I even knew what happened. Luckily, my roommates and I split a AAA membership. I called the roadside assistance, they picked me and my car up and dropped us both off at the closest shop, which happened to be Gallos Car Repairs. As I walked into the shop, watching my car being lifted onto the thing they used to look under it, the most beautiful man I have ever seen walked up to me. “You, Yvette?” He asked his voice like a sandstorm swirling through me sending shockwaves up and down my body. I was entranced and I couldn’t even speak. I thought I was nodding my head
“Holy shit!” comes out of my mouth instead. I stood there, like a statue staring into his chocolate eyes that squint into a grin at the unladylike-ness of my mouth. “Your tire is going to take thirty minutes to fix. You should be more careful, watch where you are going.” He says, I know I should feel a bit indignant, put out by the chastisement, but all I could feel was warm and fuzzy. I didn’t even have it in me to be weirded out by the fact that it didn’t bother me. “Can you talk, Lil Bit?” Oh God. He gave me a nickname. My legs begin to squeeze together as I try to calm my greedy, virgin pussy down.
“Yes.” I manage to whisper not sure where the words came from.
“Good. I thought I scared you too much. Can’t have that can we?” he says as his hand reaches for a strand of my hair and rubs it. “Jesus.” is all he gets out as he backs up. He goes to turn away, not saying another word. I want to reach out and beg him to stay. Before I can do that, another guy comes over and addresses me.
“Hi. Have you been helped miss?” My mind is still on my mystery man. Hell. I didn’t even bother to look at his name tag. Smart, Yvette. Real smart. I think to myself not even acknowledging the guy standing in front of me. Suddenly, I feel a hand on me. I know instantly it isn’t his and am about to move away when I hear what can only be called a roar or a growl.
“Take your fucking hands off of her, Percy. You want to lose that arm?” My mystery man comes back over face full of rage and stands in front of me. I find myself leaning into him to take a whiff. Holy smokes. Who knew grease and metal could smell so sexy? My nipples begin pushing against my shirt as my mouth starts watering for him.
“My bad, Curtis. I didn’t know she was your woman.”
“Now you do. Get the fuck back to work.” His gruff voice is going to make me come right now, standing behind him, in front of everyone. I peek around his shoulder and see the other guy walking away. The sexy piece of man I finally know is Curtis, turns and glares at me. “Don’t let other men touch you, Lil Bit. Do you understand?” His eyes are shiny and glassy, dimming and baring into me.
“I didn’t let him.” I say. My voice is not even recognizable to me. It’s all husky and sexy sounding.
“Whatever the case, I need you to wait in my office. I won’t be able to get your car fixed or keep my job for that matter if I can’t focus. His hand goes behind my back and the whimper leaves me before I know it’s coming.
“I know,” he whispers in my ear making another one surface. He opens the door to an office, and ushers me in. I don’t breathe out before his hand is around my neck and he is pushing me up against the door. “Where have you been all my life, Lil Bit?” His question makes my heart go thump, thump. I stare into his face, my eyes moving down to his lips wondering what they would feel like on mine. “You feel it too, don’t you?” My head moves up and down as I push up against him. I gasp when I feel his cock pushing back against me. “Not here, Lil Bit. Soon.” The last thing he says before his mouth slams on mine. The minute our mouths meet, everything in my life seems to brighten. His hands move under my ass as my tongue chases him. Hell. even his mouth tastes like 100% man. I wrap my legs around his waist and move, the friction of his steel bar against my clit almost too much to handle.
“Curtis.” I whine his name hoping he can decipher what I need faster than I can figure it out. His mouth leaves mine as he looks at me.
“I know, Lil Bit. Come.” His last words before his mouth lands on my neck and he pushes further into my underwear. I scream and shake, not giving two figs that people are outside the door. He swallows my shouts, sucking my tongue into his mouth. He holds me until I am done shaking, kissing me, and rubbing against me. “No one gets to hear that but me, Lil Bit.” My head falls on his shoulder as I try to catch my breath. Eventually he lets me down, kisses me and tells me he will be back when my car is done. Somehow, I let myself build this fantasy that when he came back in here, he would swoop me up, take me home with him and we would live happily ever after. Stupid, I know. But at the time, after what just happened, it seemed plausible. So, imagine my hurt, when it wasn’t him that came back to get me, but some guy named Mike. he gave me my keys, told me the bill had been taken care of and sent me on my way.
That was almost a month ago. The first week, every time my phone rang, I jumped and answered it, hoping it was him. I drove by the shop numerous times, tempted to go in but never did. The end of week two, I admitted to myself, finally that this is probably just something he does. Scolding myself and berating myself for still thinking about him. Here I am, almost four weeks later and apparently nothing has changed. I step outside the bar we are in needing some air. I hate coming to places like this. However, my roommates love it and I love them so occasionally, I let them talk me into it. I only came this time to try to see if it will help me forget about him.
“Are you going to come back in?” I turn and face Carla, one of my best friends. Smiling at her, I can’t help but envy her. She has always been the most beautiful out of the three of us. Her long blonde hair has always looked like gold to me. When standing in the sun, with her emerald green eyes, she looks like an angel. Let’s not get started on her golden skin tone and toned body. The total opposite of me.
“Yea. I will be there in a minute. It was just so stuffy.” I say trying to get
her to go back inside so I can sneak off.
“Well be careful. The guy that has been staring at you since we got here left when you did.” Good. I am not in the mood to have to turn now anyone tonight.
“I will be ok. Go back inside before Monique comes out too.” No one wants that. Monique can be a bit… brash...if you will. Let’s not forget loud.
“Are you sure you are going to be ok out here alone?” I shake my head at her mama hen-ness coming out.
“Yes. I swear. Go, Carla. Go finish having fun.” she takes another second before bouncing back inside. Releasing a deep breath, I lean against the building and close my eyes for a second.
“Not a good choice, Lil Bit, being out here alone. It's time to go.” My eyes pop open and land on the one person I have been yearning to see, but never thought I would.
“Curtis!”
“Yea! I tried, Yvette. I tried to give you space. A chance to find something better. I’m done with that shit. You and that hungry pussy that wept through your underwear all over my pants, when we saw each other, belong to me and I am done denying it. Come, Lil Bit. So, I can make you do it over and over again.” he holds his hand out to me and denial never crossed my mind. I want to know why he is here, but that can keep. The need I have for him can’t and I want all he can give me. I just wonder how long I will have it.
Chapter Two
Curtis
I am so fucking pissed she walked her sexy, shy, in trouble ass inside of that damn bar. What the hell was she thinking? I think as I put her inside of my truck. ‘Probably what any woman would be thinking who you didn’t call back. That you are not interested.’ my mind reprimands me. I know it’s right but who the fuck wants to hear that? From the moment I laid eyes on her plump ass and coffee colored hair, I have been thirsty and out of my mind. I tried to contain myself the day she walked into the car shop. Knowing that a girl like her, probably going to college, getting ready for her future would have no room for a grease monkey like me living paycheck to paycheck. When I walked away from her, I had decided to fix her car and let her go. But the minute Percy walked over to her, everything in me screamed she was mine and I knew I somehow needed to claim her. Fuck!!! I can still taste the sugar coming from her mouth as I rubbed back and forth against her panty covered pussy. I left her in my office, dead set against anyone else looking at her and talking to her.
Once her car was complete, I sent my boss in to tell her. I didn’t trust myself not to fuck her right here on my desk over and over until I was sure my kid was in her belly and her pussy couldn’t leave without me. Though my mind was saying I wasn’t good enough for her, my heart and my socket wrench of a cock was demanding I do something to lock her down. As an alternative, I went into Mike’s office and asked him if he could switch my schedule. I told him I needed the daytime to do a bit of guarding… if you will. But that I will be here by nine to work on anything that needed it. He was skeptical of course, but he said yes. So, I followed her around from the moment she left her apartment, to the moment she went back home at night. I had to make sure she didn’t give my pussy, tummy or heart to anyone else. I’m crazy I know, but fuck if I can help it. Which is how I found her here.
I was inside watching her and her friends drink. Watching men glance at her and walk past her. Everything in me geared up to fight. It wasn’t until she stepped outside that I began to calm down. Now, looking over at her as I drive her to my house, I know I was a stupid fuck for taking this long. “What were you doing at the bar? Were you on a date?” she asks so quietly I almost miss it.
“No.” I say a little gruffer than I plan. Fuck I just need to taste every part of her body and let it become a part of me. Then maybe I will calm down. I can imagine her sugary sweet sticky bun, slippery and dripping. Her legs spread so wide, as I hold them up to her neck, preventing her from moving. Nothing getting in the way of my treat. Hell. I think adjusting my cock as I continue to drive, needing to move my rod to the side. Her eyes follow my hands and get wide as she licks her lips, before her cheeks get red and she turns her head.
“Oh.” her response before she looks out the window. I know baby. I am dying for it to. I think to myself. My hands tighten around the wheel. My jaw is trying to break the teeth in it as I try to contain myself. I just need to get her to the house. Inside of it, and my cock inside of her. Everything will be ok then. We drive the rest of the way in silence. But I can still feel the sexual desire floating through the air. We pull into the driveway and out of the car with no words spoken. I barely get her inside of the front door, before I have her against the wall with my hand around her throat. “Tell me you want this, Lil Bit. Tell me you need me as much as I need you.”
“Curtis.” she whimpers.
“I know Lil Bit. I know. Just tell me what I want to hear, and I will ease it for you baby.” I say biting her ear and putting my hands under her shirt. My fingers go straight for her bra. “Say it.” I demand once again right before I pull her bra cup down and lick her cute little pink nipple. Fuck! Even her tits are sweet. I am so fucked.
“Yes!! Yes, Curtis. I need you too. Please.” Please doesn’t leave her mouth before I throw her over my shoulder and walk into the bedroom. I smack her ass, once, twice as we walk into the room, loving how red it is already.
“Lay on your back and spread your legs.” my mouth speaks as my hands work. I remove her shirt as she lays on the bed. “Open your legs, Lil Bit. I need to see what belongs to me. Are you wet, baby? Is your pussy ready for me?” I pull off my clothes and grab my cock, squeezing him, telling him to relax. Promising him his turn is coming. On my knees, I stare into her pink slit, taking a moment to relish the knowledge that this is all mine. Sticking my nose inside of her pussy. Jesus. Fucking cinnamon bun.
“CURTIS! OH GOD!” I lick her up and down over and over, sliding from the hole that is going to squeeze my cock to the point of pain if how small it is, is any indication, to the bulb poking between her lips. In out of her hole, my fingers squeeze her nipples as her ass moves up and down. Fuck, I love her mouth saying my name over and over. I can’t stop drinking from her well, her syrup making my lips stick together as they become numb. My finger slides inside of her as I suck on her clit and I know I was right. Her pussy is going to break my cock. It’s going to feel so good. “I’m going to come. Oh god!! Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t… ahhhhhh” she screams as her body begins to convulse and her pussy gushes. Oh, hell yes. She is a squirter. She spews over my face. I could fucking bathe in her juices. But first, I need to put my son inside of her so she can never leave me.
Chapter Three
Yvette
Holy shit!!! That was intense and he is not even inside of me yet. I thought I was on to something when I masturbated after meeting him the first time. I was wrong. My stomach is convulsing from the sit up like orgasm I just gave out. I can feel him still licking me as I come down a bit, not much, but some. His mouth begins to move all over me, stopping for a second to kiss my stomach. I find myself rubbing his head as he spends a few seconds rubbing his wet face over my belly and thighs. Did I make him that wet? “You ready Lil’ Bit?” he asks as his mouth comes down on my nipple. Oh hell. I didn’t think I had anything left, but clearly, it's not true. “I asked you a question, baby. You ready to become mine forever?”
“Yes. Yes, Curtis. Make me yours.” I whine as I feel the tip of his cock touch the opening inside of me. Spreading my legs wider, I open for him, wanting him to know I am serious.
“Ah fuck. Look at you. Wet and swollen from my tongue. I bet you can barely feel anything, can you?” He swipes his finger through my pussy, and I hiss. He is dead wrong. I can still feel everything. I feel my opening close and open back up, the anticipation getting to us both. “Look at her peeping at me. You want me inside of you, Yvette? You want me to bust through that little wall and spill my seed all over your womb? I want to hear it. Say it, baby. Say it so I can show you.” Oh god is he saying what I think he is? I should probably stop him
and ask him if he is sure, but I am so far gone, I couldn't’ move if I wanted to. My mind doesn’t belong to me at this moment. Everything in me is begging for him.
“Put your baby in me Curtis. Give me your son.” I say to him. My voice, somewhere between a whine and a keen.
“As you wish.” he slams into me and my mouth opens no sound escaping. His mouth comes down on mine as he seeks to calm me. “I’m sorry Lil Bit. Better to get it over with so I can make you feel good. Kiss me.” I do as he commands, my mind loving the control he takes. My mouth seeks his and our tongues tango. His hands don’t stop moving as his mouth makes up for the pain his cock inflicted. I had no clue that tasting myself on him was going to turn me on so much, but I can feel the pain subsiding as my pussy becomes wetter. I contract my walls, testing the pain level. “Fuck! Don’t do that baby. I am trying to be still.” he says, shaking his head. My heart swells knowing he is trying to go easy for me.
“It’s ok Curtis. It doesn’t hurt anymore. You can move.” I tell him, kissing him all over his face.
“Thank fuck.” is the last thing he says before he sits up, grabs my legs and pushes them up to my chin as his cock moves in and out of me. I swear I can feel him in my throat. My stomach contracts and releases with each thrust. Not able to move because of how he is holding me, I dig my nails into his side and yell as his thrusts send my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “Shit, baby. Pussy so fucking good.”
