The conception of us, p.1
The Conception of Us, page 1
The Conception
of Us
By
YD La Mar
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2021 by YD La Mar
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or used in any manner without the written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review.
First paperback edition October 2021
Book Cover: YD La Mar
Editor: Rachelle Anne Wright, Patrice “Tree” Miller
Acknowledgments
To my wonderful husband, who never bats an eye when I come up with crazy ideas, but instead just adds to it, making my stories come alive. My children, who tell me every day that they are proud of me.
To my beta readers. You guys are the real MVP. Thank you for sticking with me through the initial phases of my writing journey. All of your feedback has inspired me to better myself and my writing ability. Anita, Alex, Dana, Vicky, Maria, Tree, Beth, Shaddy, Kylie, Gloria, Sasha, and everyone who responded to my beta request in the dark group, and everyone else who beta read, thank you for bouncing ideas with me.
To all my readers, thank you for giving me the chance. I hope I can continue to make you guys proud.
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Blurb
Names & Families
Translations
AUTHOR’S FORWARD NOTE
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
EPILOGUE
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Playlist
The Revelation of Us Blurb
The Revelation of Us Snippet
Blurb
How did a 28 year old virgin like myself catch a woman like her?
From the first time I saw her behind the camera lens, I knew she was out of my league.
Every man’s fantasies come to life, I couldn’t get her out of my mind.
Out of all the guys she could have, she chose me, the nerdy Malay guy.
I’m so nervous about bringing her to meet my family, my palms are sweating.
What if they’re too much for her?
What if I’m not enough for her?
What if she decides she can’t handle the fact that we can’t do anything before marriage?
Catching her isn’t going to be enough.
The hard part is finding a way to keep her.
Courtesy Warning: This book may contain triggers for some. Triggers include but not limited to: light BDSM
Names & Families
Mohd Akmal Bin Alqi
Veronica “Vero” Hernandez
Nora - Akmal’s mom
Rafil - Akmal’s dad
Hasanah
Sakinah
Hidaya
Auntie Irina
Uncle Tuah
Cousin Ismail
Cousin Aryani
Auntie Adila
Uncle Zaka
Cousin Umar
Cousin Nosiah
Fabian Hernandez
Maria Hernandez
Alejandro Hernandez
Matunaagd Big Crow
Atsuko Kobayashi
Bisaam
Translations
MALAY
Makan, Makan - Eat, Eat
Don't be perasan la - don’t flatter yourself (la is sometimes added at the end of sentences)
Ibu, don't kacau him - mom, don’t disturb him
Walao eh - Oh my god/oh shit
Can hah - Are you sure?
Bapa - dad
Ibu - mom
Cantik - beautiful/pretty
SPANISH
¿Mira, mira quien viene? - Look, look who’s coming
Milagro que se acuerda que tiene familia - It’s a miracle that she remembers she has family.
La bendición - asking for blessing, typical greeting
Que Dios te bendiga - God bless you, reply to La bendición
Comida - food
¿Quién es tu amigo? - Who is your friend?
¿Porque? - Why
por una semana - for one week
Tu papá estaba preocupado - your dad was worried
Mira tu boca! - Watch your mouth
¿Quién es tu novio? - who is your boyfriend?
ven a hablar conmigo por favor - come talk to me please
Siéntate por favor - sit please
Esposo - husband
Explícamelo - explain it to me
Es un buen chico - He’s a good boy
un buen chico puertorriqueño - a good Puerto Rican boy
Hija - daughter
¿Estás embarazada? - you’re pregnant?
Vamos, antes tu papá y hermano… - Come on, before your dad and your brother…
Seria/serio - serious
Silencio - be quiet
Dramatica - dramatic
Buen provecho - enjoy your meal
Mira mi culo - Look at my ass
Pero - but
Pinche - fucking..
Dios Mio - My god
AUTHOR’S FORWARD NOTE
Book 2 is starting off right where we left off with book 1. In fact, The epilogue of book 1 was told from Akmal's perspective. Chapter 1 of this book will be the same moment from Vero’s perspective.
Recap: Mat and Atsuko are engaged. Vero has been hanging out with Akmal and has now ended up under his wing and living inside his home, because he didn’t like the idea of her living alone next to a bunch of frat boys. Akmal’s culture dictates that though he is allowed to date, he isn’t allowed...those kinds of touches until marriage.
Now that the stage is set for a wedding ceremony (Akmal’s mother is probably already setting it up before Vero even gets there), can you imagine loud-mouth, overconfident Vero having to restrain her inner self when the wedding happens? I was informed that this would actually be a WHOLE DAY affair. She would have to refrain from cursing as well.
I hope you guys are excited to see what book 2 has in store for us all! These characters take over my story as I write. I don't even know what’s going to happen next!
***This book contains authentic speech used by the different nationalities/ethnicities represented in this book. Some grammar was purposely done with broken English to continue to allow the story to flow authentically.***
Dedication
Tree & Kylie, this one’s for you gals.
Chapter 1
VERO
Akmal is driving us home and I’m still thinking about the plan I concocted at Atsuko’s place. I need to get his inhibitions down so that I can convince him to let me touch him. He’s so hands-off that it drives me nuts. I’m not used to working this hard, but it brings out my competitiveness. Does that make me a bad person? I don’t think so since I’ve been trying to be good since I met the bastard.
Okay, he’s really not a bastard but I’m so damn horny I can’t think straight right now. His culture is making it difficult for me to get close to him. He’s mentioned that they do date but I can't even touch the guy without him backing away from me. I’m going to have to take this into my own hands or else I’ll die from sexual frustration.
Akmal walks us towards our door. Can you believe it? I felt like I deserved a gold medal for somehow convincing the guy to let me in his damn door. It’s dark out and my mind comes up with a plan before he can escape me and retreat back to his room like he always does.
“Akmal, do you want to watch a movie with me?” Uh-oh, he looks unsure. I cant my hips a little to the side as I cross my arms over my chest, pushing the girls up a bit. His eyes flick quickly there and away. Sneaky, sneaky boy.
“Yeah, what do you feel like watching?”
“Whatever you want. I’ll go grab us some drinks.” Come on baby, trust me. I’ll take care of you tonight. You won’t regret it.
I don’t know what Akmal is putting on the big screen in the living room and I really don’t care. At this point, my mind is on the mission. Shooting lots of smiles his way, I pass him bottle after bottle. I can see after two, he’s getting a little tipsy. This is going to be fun. I knew Akmal was a lightweight.
We start watching Star Wars Episode 1, and three quarters into the movie, my mouth is watering at the sight of his crotch. I’m finally going to meet you today, baby. You and I are going to kiss and make up for the time lost.
Akmal’s eyes are slowly drifting closed and I stare at his gorgeous face. He’s so different from any of the men I’ve been with. My thumb caresses his cheekbones as the palm of my hands cradles his face. How can this man make me lose myself when I’ve barely even gotten anything in return? atOptions = { "key" : "1b615abd71df449e94c36ff5e000f6b1", "format" : "iframe", "height" : 50, "width" : 320, "params" : {} }; -->
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I feel like any scrap of attention he gives me makes my damn world shine brighter and I’ve already become addicted to it. Addicted to him. Addicted to the one person I can’t seem to catch and I am too much of a selfish ho to let anyone else have what I’ve claimed as mine. Climbing over him, my determination burns inside of me as my breasts rub against his shirt.
There’s always something between us. Why is that? And what is holding him back from me? Am I not good enough to love? I mean, plenty of men come up to me and proposition me, so how can that be? Sure, they’re probably all in it for their benefit but I’m not that bad, right? After meeting Akmal that day at the car show, I couldn’t put myself out there for a quick fix anymore. Not when there’s a prize dangling in front of me in challenge.
I’ve broken at least two vibrators already and I’m too damn stubborn to get another one. I’ve been borrowing Atsuko’s dildo. I’m sure she doesn’t mind since she gets to jump on Mat’s cock whenever she likes now.
But how about me? I want a cock to call my own. I mean, I never thought I’d see the day but after witnessing what Atsuko has with Mat, I can’t help but feel a pang of emptiness in my gut. Was that what I’ve always been missing and just didn’t know it?
My hand slides down Akmal’s warm chest as I watch his breathing slow. The gentle rise and fall creates a soothing lullaby to my senses. He’s always had a calming presence about him and it’s heady. It makes me want to soak it all up, crawl into him, and just let all my fears go.
My fear is that a man as perfect as Akmal would never want a girl like me. I’m probably not good enough but it doesn’t stop me from wanting him all the same.
Determination spurring me on again, my hands deftly start to undo the obstacle before me. My mouth is watering again. I just want to make him feel good, show him I can make it all about him and that I’m not as selfish as I might seem before his eyes. I can be good.
Gosh, just his thigh between my legs is stoking the fire that’s already going. A moan slips out of my lips. That damn dildo didn’t help one bit.
“Vero?” His voice is doing something to me. Would this be what he sounds like waking up? The hole in my gut is turning into feelings of yearning. The last guy I woke up to was my high school sweetheart. The day he threw my heart away after he got what he wanted from me.
“Shh...let me take care of you.” He doesn’t notice me caressing his cock in my hand as I take it out of his pants. He’s circumcised and the head is staring at me and winking. I think it wants to come out and play. “It looks angry.”
Letting out a breath across his tip, I can feel his dick getting harder in my hand. My god, Akmal. How has he been hiding this? I take that back. He needs to be hiding this because I’m about to swallow it fucking whole.
When his taste hits my tongue, my mind gets lost in lust. Has anything felt so good in my mouth before? Akmal feels so forbidden that my pussy is clenching at the fact that I’ve finally caught him in my clutches. Shit, I want to worship this cock, he tastes so good. My tongue swirls around the head of his cock like it’s a dessert I can’t get enough of.
His moans do something to me. He’s still trying to hold it back but the booze is making his inhibitions go down. No time feeling bad about that right now when I’m grinding my pussy onto his lower leg.
He moans again louder and I feel proud, I feel like I’m in competition with myself as my tongue continues to explore and dance across his slit. Baby boy precums again and now it’s my turn to moan with his cock in my mouth. When I lift my sights to him, he’s staring right back at me with hooded eyes. That’s it, I want you to let go and let me take care of you.
I’m hot. I’m horny. I want this man to cum in my mouth and give me all he’s got. I suck harder as my hands drift down to fondle his sack and that must have been the magic touch because Akmal starts to pulsate into my mouth, inadvertently making me take him in deeper, almost gagging.
My god.
That is so sexy.
Yes. Give it all to me.
After swallowing every last drop, I moan again, giving him one last lick across the top.
The serene look on his face makes me smile as I climb over him, making sure to drag my pussy along for some friction. Can anyone blame a girl? Look at this man.
Akmal slowly reaches out to me and it makes me fucking shine. He’s finally reaching for me. When he cradles my face, I feel like offering my heart to him on a silver platter. The way his eyes bore into mine like I’m the only one he sees. Has any man ever looked at me this way? My heart secretly breaks a little when my mind mentally answers me with a solid no.
Putting on a good front, I give Akmal a smile because he genuinely does make me happy. I wake up thinking about him and go to sleep thinking about him.
“Hi.” He looks vulnerable. I wonder what he’s thinking. I wonder what he thinks of me now?
“Will you be my wife?” Holy shit, I did not see that coming. The butterflies are having riots in my stomach. I’m not one to be held down because I don’t want my heart to be trampled on by fuckboys. But Akmal...Oh, Akmal. Fuck it, if I don’t scoop him up some other ho will, I just know it. That thought makes me want to shank a ho. Hells no. This fool is my prize.
“Damn, if all it took was a blowjob to make you see me, I would have done it sooner. Fuck it. Why not? Hell yeah, I’ll be your wife.”
His eyes are so open, so vulnerable. I feel my heart swell and seal the potential for hurt with a kiss. Akmal is too good of a man to hurt me, right? You only live once and if this is where I had to choose, I’d choose him every time.
He doesn’t seem like he knows what he’s doing, but that’s okay. He better strap up because I plan to give him the ride of his life.
Chapter 2
VERO
The booze made Akmal more open to persuasion but I didn’t want to scare him off. Our kisses became hot, heavy and really wet. I must have been tired too because I wake up on top of a pretty lumpy bed.
When the bed lets out a masculine groan, my girl parts wake up with excitement.
“Good morning, Akmal.” Giving him a peck on the cheek, I’m taken by surprise when he startles, jumps and inadvertently throws me off the couch onto the floor.
Oomph.
At least I landed on my ass, and good thing I got some junk in my trunk to soften the fall. Damn that kind of hurt.
There’s the sound of scrambling and suddenly Akmal falls right on top of me, knocking my head back onto the floor. Ahh fuck it. I’m just going to lay here for a second as the little birdies fly around my head.
“Shit, I’m so sorry, Vero. Y-y-you surprised me.” He’s scrambling to remove his body from laying on top of mine but is only succeeding in pushing my tits every now and again before his hands find solid ground.
I laugh, because what the hell am I supposed to do? The morning wood pressed against my core is making me a little light-headed too.
“Akmal, if you wanted to grope me, all you had to do was ask. I love tit play.” My hands reach out to grab the front of his shirt to bring him a little closer to me.
“Shit.” He jumps off me like I got the plague and plants his ass on the couch while rubbing his hands down his face.
