Thinking about his words.
“Um, marriage? Yeah, that’s not, um, thank you. I was about to lie and say I wasn’t marrying him, but I know I will. I was so scared, Daddy. Not for myself, but for everyone else. I never want to cause the ones I love, and who love me, any pain and worry. I’d finally gotten what I semi wanted, yet and still, all I saw was it being taken away from me. Ryco wants to strong name for our child. I can’t come up with one. What do you think?” I questioned.
He got a thoughtful look on his face. I know he’ll have something great for me. He is the one who said to spell my name Preshus, instead of Precious. He always said it meant more with that spelling, and will make people take notice, whether negative or positive, they will want to know more about me. He told the absolute truth in that aspect.
“Femi Khari Brickwood, it means adored by God like a king,” he answered, proudly.
“Femi Khari, I love it. Thank you, Daddy,” I cooed.
“You are most welcome, baby girl. Your man is coming, so I’mma go play with my grandchild. You keep healing, there’s one more obstacle you have to overcome. I promise that you will, okay? I love you,” he let me know.
“I love you too,” I whispered.
His last statement has me wondering. I’m not afraid, or scared, everything my daddy had ever told me I would be able to handle, I’ve been able to handle it. This time, whatever it is to come, won’t be any different.
Focusing on Stone’s words, I could actually feel his words in my soul. What he doesn’t want to tell me, I already know it. Neesha’s mom is dead, and Seaqual is missing. I want to wake up so damn bad. I heard everything those stupid ass cops said, I also know who turned my name in. I also know Stone got a plan for her ass. I wish he didn’t, I want her for myself.
He said that bullshit bout not being able to leave no one for me. He needs to leave me someone. God has shown me my baby. I’m in love, and can’t wait to hold and love up on’em. I’mma rest a little more while healing. When it’s all said and done, I’m coming back stronger, claiming everything, while building an empire with my King.
Racks
‘1606 Peach St. Augusta’
“Kimmy, the hell yo lil’ ass doing? You posed to be sleep,” I grumbled, with my eyes closed at the feel of her hands on my abs.
“I tried to sleep, I can’t. I’m wound to tightly with nervous energy or something. So much is going on, then you, you laying up here looking all alluring and shit. How often do you work out? Will you train me? I want a six-pack too,” she answered, in one breath.
Peeling one eye open, I eyed her. She was straddling my hips as I lay on my back. We came straight here after leaving Stone’s townhouse. I’ve always been one for driving, but within the last thirty-six, forty-eight hours, I’ve covered some miles.
The only difference this time around, I’ve had a riding partner who has kept me company with her endless chatter. Kimmy has opened up a lot to me, which I appreciate, a lot. I know like everybody else we’re ready to get these fuck boys. I still have some unfinished business. Something that I haven’t yet discussed with Kimmy. I’m waiting to get the evidence in my hands.
“I thought we talked about yo ass staying tone and soft. You don’t need a six-pack. You sexy as fuck as it is, stop trying to tamper wit perfection,” I flirted, while moving my hands to her ass.
She took that as an incentive to begin grinding on my ass. I’m horny as fuck, she’s playing with fire.
“Have you ever made love, Conrad?” She challenged.
“Hell no,” I answered, staring into her eyes.
“Have you ever ate pussy?”
Again, she challenged, while steady grinding on me.
“Once, I was like nineteen. She was a virgin. She told me she was saving herself foe marriage. I told’er she was lying. She was too much of a freak. We dealt wit each other foe bout four months when she said fuck marriage, I want some dick now. I busted her down after giving her head,” I expressed, truthfully.
She’s staring at me like she’s waiting on something. If her ass was waiting on me to ask have she sucked dick, she’ll be waiting. I don’t wanna know that shit.
“Once, I did it once. I ain’t a hoe who does anything for some money. I know that’s what I’ve been called, amongst some other unsavory names. The dudes I actually fucked would want to just please me. They didn’t give a damn about me pleasing them… Orally,” she let me know.
Staring at her she, didn’t break eye contact. I’ve learned anytime she’s thinking bout a lie to tell, or is telling a lie, she tugs her ear. I don’t even believe she knows she does it.
“Much respect,” was all I could say.
I already had a feeling the niggas she dealt with spent their time worshipping her body, while making her feel like that’s all she’s worth.
“So, will you make love to me? I’m not speaking on right now. I mean, when you actually love me, and I love you,” she whispered.
Sitting up caused her to hold onto my shoulders, her legs wrapped around my mid section. Her full titties pulled against the baby tee crop top she was rocking, along with a royal blue thong. She told me she typically sleeps naked when she’s in the comforts of her own bed.
“Do you really feel you could love me?” I probed.
“Yes,” she answered, without hesitation.
“Why?” I urged.
“You are everything I’ve never had. You made my ass grow up. You made me look at myself in my truths. You gave of yourself without me asking. You protected me, even when I didn’t know it. You have showed me it’s more to me than my outer appearance, and I have a strength that’s powerful. I just have to stop being afraid to use it.
For some, the things I’ve said may not mean anything, but for me, it’s everything. You are everything. So, yea, I could, can, love you,” she expressed, without hesitation, while staring into my eyes.
Leaning forward, I pressed my lips against hers. She went at me with vigor, prying my lips open, shoving her tongue down my throat. I could tell she enjoys kissing me.
SMACK! SMACK!
“Oooouuuu. Mmmhmmm,” she moaned into my mouth, after I smacked her exposed ass cheeks.
She’s so soft, without warning, I flipped us.
“Oooouuuu, Racks, you all strong,” she giggled out, breaking the kiss.
“Here fa’ you, Conrad. You ain’t no cum dumpster hoe. You my woman, call me Conrad,” I stated.
She smiled shyly at me. I love when her innocence shines through.
“M’kay, Conrad,” she moaned, while rubbing her hardened nipples.
Faster than she could blink, I got her ass butt bone naked, myself too. I was only wearing boxers and basketball shorts.
“Damn, so yo hidden talent is being a magician,” she sassed.
Smirking without words, I latched on to her harden left nipple, while tweaking the right one between my fingers.
“You betta! Yass! Shittt,” she moaned, moving beneath me while trying to feed me her titty.
I was working double time, going from one titty to the other. Alternating, while taking my free hand placing it on her mound. She’s bald and soft. Massaging it just a lil’ she’s mimicking my movements, while trying to get my fingers closer to her clit.
“Wha’chu want? Tell me,” I demanded, looking down into her eyes.
“Yah dick in my pussy, making me cum, over, and over,” she purred.
“Fuck, talk that ghetto shit,” I grunted, causing a giggle to slip out.
Moving down her body, I was kissing every part that I could.
“Ummm, yes, Conrad. So good, baby, so got damn good,” she moaned, as I kissed her inner thighs.
Coming eye to eye with my new best friend. She’s fat, pink, pretty, and glistening, while smelling good. She drinks lots of water. Inhaling deeply before stiffening my tongue, taking a dip.
“Nun uh,” she shrieked, scooting back.
Clamping my arms round her hips holding her immobile,
I went in.
SLURRPPP!
“Conradddd!” She yelled, pushing my head.
Ignoring her weak ass attempt to make me release her sweet shit, I went ham on her clit. I’m knocking the lil’ man out the boat.
“Ooouuuu, shit, too much, too fucking much!” She yelled, trying to run.
“Feed me. Stop running. Fuckin’ feed me,” I demanded, smacking her thigh before going back it.
Loosening my hold some, she started working her hips.
“Fuck yeah, do that shit,” I urged, adding a finger in her tight hole.
She’s tight, damn near virginlized. She must do them pussy exercises. Whatever it is, I ain’t mad, I’m grateful, really. I hate fucking loose pussy.
“Fuck! I’mma cummmm,” she grit out, throwing her pussy harder.
She was trying to drown my ass. I pulled up.
“Whhhyyyy?” She whined, pulling her hair.
I hoovered over her.
“Cuz I can, this my pussy. I gets to do what the fuck I want to it. Trust, yo lovely ass will always be satisfied. I never disappoint,” I bragged.
She moaned as I finger bombed her with two fingers, while my thumb played with her clit, trying to loosen her up some. She got a super soaker. She already got a puddle beneath her. Reaching in my bedside table, I grabbed a Magnum lambskin condom. Putting the wrapper to her mouth, she pulled at it, opening it with her teeth.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” I complemented.
“Can I?” She panted out.
Eyeing her, I nodded, while removing my hand, before I could lick her sweetness from my fingers, she grabbed my hand, licking them clean. My dick was so hard, the fucker hurts. With hooded eyes, she licked her pouty lips, before removing the condom from my fingers. My mans was at attention like he’s ready for war. Placing him in her small hands, my breathing hitched.
“Damn, baby, you big, too big. You may not fit,” she cooed.
“Fuck!” I grunted, as she deep throated my shit.
My hands went to her hair. She done fucked me up. I ain’t never had a brawd to deep throat me. Trust, plenty have tried. They always gagged and choked.
“No tonsils, lymph nodes, nothing,” she mumbled, around sucking the head like a cough drop.
“Good to know,” I ground out.
I swear, I wanna fuck her mouth with how good it feels. She’s my woman though, this ain’t the time… Yet.
“Aww shit, pull up,” I growled, tugging at her hair.
She released me with a pop.
“You taste good, Conrad. One day, I’mma just suck you until you’re limp and drained,” she flirted, while placing the condom in her mouth.
Oh so slowly, so sensual, she placed it on my dick. I’ve had this done before, it did nothin’ for my ass. Some hoe ass trick tried trapping my ass. Once she was done, I removed the condom and saw where she’d bit a hole in the tip. I didn’t go off, I pulled my pants up, while telling her ass she bet not breath in the same fucking zip code as me. After that, I ain’t seen her ass.
“I got yo ass,” I warned, after she finished.
“Come get me,” she flirted, laying back.
Positioning her the way that I wanted her lovely ass, in the middle of the bed. I hovered over her.
“Kiss me, Conrad,” she cooed.
I gave her what she wanted, while opening her thick thighs more to receive me.
“Sssssss. Mmmhmmm, shit. Oh, my damn,” she grit out, at the feel of my dick breaching her walls.
“Fuck, Bambi,” I ground out, easing into her tight pussy.
She started moving her hips.
“Fuck yeah, do that shit. Help me out, Bambi,” I coached.
Lifting her right leg, I placed it in the cuff of my arm, allowing me to open her up even more, until I bottom out.
“Hhaaaahhh,” she gasped, like I stole her breath.
“You good? You feel fuckin’, shit, Bambi.”
That’s all I could say, as her plush, juicy walls, sucked me in, as I moved in and out of her slowly, to get her used to my size. Never did that shit before. Everything I’ve done up until this moment, has been straight fucking.
“Yass! Fuck yass! Do me, baby! So good, I swear,” she moaned, while gripping my forearms, while fucking me from the bottom.
“Shit,” I grunted, putting both her legs on my shoulders.
“Nun uh, Con, you in my chest, shit,” she yelled, pushing my stomach.
“Un huh,” was all I said, before going to work.
I’m imbedding my dick in her walls. Shit, even if we don’t work out, I know we will, but by some small chance that we don’t, she will never forget my dick.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
That’s a damn good soundtrack we got going on. It’s music to my fuckin’ ears.
“Fuck, my spot, my damn spot, I’m cummin,” she moaned, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“Throw that shit. Fuck, Bambi,” I growled, tagging her spot, not changing my rhythm.
“Ooouuu, wha’chu doing to meeeee,” she whimpered, still cummin.
“Makin’ you lose yo fukin’ mind. Fuck, I’m bout to bust,” I growled.
“I wanna ride,” she panted out.
Hitting her with two deep strokes, made her scream, and hit my back. I rolled us, managing to stay inside her. She took a deep breath, while situating herself. Holding onto her ass, helping her out. She felt like fuckin’ heaven, for real.
“Fuck, Bambi, yo ass is sexy as shit,” I complimented, through gritted teeth.
“Why thank you, handsome,” she flirted, removing my hands from her ass to her breast.
She told me her titties were one of her spots. I’ll give her this, she ain’t shy about talking bout sex and what she likes.
“Yass! Conrad, umm, so good, dick so good,” she moaned, bouncing on my dick like it was a pogo dick.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.
“Fuck, ma, do that shit,” I grunted, gripping her ass to bounce her harder.
“Damn, damn, damn, I’m cummin,” she shouted.
Her pussy muscles tightened around my dick so tight, the fucker damn near caught a cramp.
“Rain on me, ma. Give me that shit. I’m bout to bust,” I called out.
She picked up the pace, riding her orgasm out, while stealing my nut.
“Uuuuurrrrrgggghhhh! Fuuuccckkkk! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I howled, chanting, sounding like my ass was some type of fucked up Indian.
I ain’t busted a nut in months, this shit bout to kill my ass.
“Damn, that’s sexy,” she murmured, as our movements slowed.
She milked my shit dry. Resting her head on my chest, she kissed it, not once, but twice, before pressing her lips to mine. The movement caused my condom covered dick to slip out. Dick standing semi strong, shit, he’s almost soft. That ain’t never happened, I’m usually still hard like I ain’t bust. I guest he’s satisfied.
“You’re worth loving, Kimmy. Always know and believe that,” I mumbled, while rubbing her back in a comforting motion.
I ain’t never cuddled before, this shit though, feels… Natural.
“Thank you, now, because of you, I truly believe that,” she mumbled her response.
Rapping my arms round her, I cocooned her, while enjoying how she feels against me. She fits perfectly against me. As her breathing slowed, I’m sure she’s headed to dreamland, finally. Shit, good dick works better than any sleep aid if given in the right dosage. Closing my eyes, I allowed the lieu of her breathing to soothe me to sleep. I guess good pussy is a damn good sleep aid too.
An hour and a half later…….
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.
“The fuck?” I grumbled, opening my eyes.
“Your phone, baby,” Kimmy mumbled, from beside me.
At some point, she rolled off me. The damn condom was still on my dick.
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.
“Speak,” I barked, a
nswering my phone.
“You hot tempered bastard. We on go, in two hours, meet at Gramps, in the back,” Banks voice echoed through my speaker.
“Aiight,” I grumbled.
“Bring Kimmy wit yo ass,” he added.
“No doubt,” was all I said.
“Bet,” he stated, hanging up.
“Aiight, let’s go! Time to do some shit!” She exclaimed, jumping her naked ass out the bed, heading to the bathroom like she wasn’t just asleep.
Faking ass, I thought. Hearing the shower turn on broke my trance that her perfect round bubble ass put me in. Groaning slightly, I rolled off the bed. Making my way to the bathroom. Stepping through the door, I eyed her sexy ass through the glass shower door. She’s truly a sight to behold.
She done made herself at home, sort of. We hit Target after leaving her condo to pick up some things for her. I laughed as she shopped with amazement of the clothes quality and prices. When she said some of the clothes looked better than the name brand shit she’d owned, I knew she had turned over a new leaf.
I told her she should be a professional buyer or shopper. While pulling fits together for herself, she helped three teenagers who were attending some social shit with their fits. She got all her necessities, we checked out. We headed back to my condo, she showered and dressed, all while impressing me. Standing before my full body length mirror, she smiled.
“Now, I know it’s not the clothes that makes the person, but the person that makes the clothes. Because, baybee, I’m rocking the hell outta this bitch.”
I was done, and proud, at the same damn time.
“Beautiful,” I mumbled, stepping in the shower behind her.
Without a word, she turned, and began washing me. Inhaling the body wash, my face frowned.
“Hol’ up, I ain’t tryin’ to smell like strawberries, honey, and cream. The hell yo ass doing?” I fussed.
Smacking her teeth, she didn’t halt in her ministrations.
“Why does it matter how you smell? You’ll be clean,” she questioned.
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