Reaching under me, I pulled his dick out of his joggers. Just to feel it in my hands had my pussy throbbin’. The smoothness of him mixed with the veins along it almost had me there, and he had yet to enter me. Lifting a little, I slid my shorts to the side and rubbed his dick between my folds. That pressure applied to my clit had me seconds from cummin’.
I placed him at my opening, ready to feel every inch of him, when he stopped me and broke the kiss. There was confusion all over my face until he let the recliner down, then wrapped his arm around my waist. We were moving to a space where he wouldn’t be confined… my bed.
The walk from the living room to my bedroom consisted of me marking my territory. My mouth was tryna have theattention on his passion marks instead of his tattoos. Grunts were leaving his throat until I was placed on my back on the bed.
He hovered over my body, bringing his bottom lip in to be penetrated by his teeth. That turned me on so damn much. His soft kisses started above my breasts and didn’t stop until he was at my navel. Those hands I loved went to remove my shorts, which came off with ease.
I could feel my juices running out, so I knew he saw them. His head was between my thighs, licking up every drop I was releasing. No one person should be able to have me satisfied with either their tongue or dick.
My hands immediately grabbed the sheets as he sucked on my pussy like a vacuum. The things he did to my body were what kept his name rollin’ off my tongue. “Christiannn! I’m cumminnnn’!”
Whether he was ready, or not, I squirted all over his face. Thinking I could get a second to recover was crushed when his dick found home again. I didn’t notice him get undressed at all, but somehow, he was bare and delivering heavenly strokes.
I fell deeper than I ever had. I didn’t know if it was the hormones or what, but the detailed attention being shown to my body had one phrase on repeat in my head.I love you.
Christian intertwined our fingers, bringing them above our heads while he whispered in my ear, “Mama, you’re mine. You hear me?” I nodded, and he dug deeper than he already was. “I wanna hear you say it.”
He knew what he was doin’ to me. My vocabulary was null and fuckin’ void, and he took pleasure in making me speechless. Words just didn’t form when that man entered my body. I was tryna answer him. I really was… I just couldn’t.
“Answer me, mama, or I’m goin’ deeper.”
His tongue went in my ear, and I lost it. I loved when that muthafucka ate my ear out. I loved it. It was weird at first, butthen he started to do it more, and I came from that as well. For a pastor, he sure knew how to screw.
“Christian!” I was creamin’ on that pretty ass dick as he rocked my body back and forth.
“I know, baby. Now answer me.”
“Yesssss! Fuck, yes!” With that, he gave me the workout of my life. I was flipped and put into so many positions I had to ask myself if I was really that flexible.
That man put me right to sleep. I slept in that wet spot with a smile on my face. Christian knew what buttons to push and how long to push them. Nightstand dildo had nothin’ on what that man had filled me up with.
He had my head so gone that I could feel him while I slept. His warm tongue directing the waves my body was ready to release. The grip on the inside of my thigh woke me up completely.
It wasn’t a dream, and my newfound baby’s father and possible man had his head between my legs, feasting on my pussy like it was the last he’d ever taste. I’d done plenty of wakening, but never had I had the pleasure of experiencing it myself. My moans were low and subtle.
“Good morning, mama,” was whispered against my folds. That beat any alarm clock by a long shot. Either last night wasn’t enough for him, or he was still excited about the baby.
We had a nice session in the bed and shower before we finally stepped into some clothes. I was starting to learn that men keep hoe bags as well. He had a bag in his trunk that kept all the essentials for one.
I whipped up some breakfast for us before we went to deposit some of the cash. Before leaving the house, I cut out the middleof my four high school yearbooks and placed over a hunnid grand in them. Those went in a safe deposit box.
The first stop was his personal bank. We set up an account for me, depositing the bare minimum, then added ten to a trust fund he had set up for his future kids that already held more money than I had in hand.
At the next two banks, I did the same but with Bibles and fake family albums. I went on google and did some research on the bank shit. I wasn’t tryna bring attention my way in no shape or form. A smooth pregnancy and happy life were all I wished for at that moment.
“Christian, where you get all that money from? Each account you had, had double-digit numbers followed by too many damn zeros. I may not be the smartest, but that ain’t money from bein’ no pastor,” I questioned him as soon as we stepped off the elevator to his condo.
His money was longer than mine and Alexis’s combined. It wasn’t no way spreading the gospel brought in that kind of bread. My baby’s words were runnin’ through my head a mile a minute.Why you think he don’t fit the holier than thou appearance?
“I used to be in the streets, mama. From the age of thirteen to a lil’ after my eighteenth birthday, I was bringin’ home more than what you took from Alexis in a weeks’ time. I had a friend named Kégo that I would run with. He was on the drug side, but then he started pickin’ up jobs that involved killin’ certain people for their drugs. He wasn’t built for it, so I took them. Me and Kégo carried a nerdy appearance so that gave us an advantage most of the time. Each tattoo I have on my arms and back was a target. Kégo’s pops was like a father to me, so without me knowin’, he set up a trust fund and wired money into it every month until my twenty-first birthday. When Kégo left the country, we said our goodbyes. I didn’t wanna keep in contact tolead nothin’ his way. But Kégo and Diego will always be family. Mexico was gon’ see my face before the year ended, but I ran into you.”
I heard everything he said, especially Diego’s name. There wasn’t no way that was a coincidence. Alexis and Diego had a close relationship, but from what Christian just shared, so did he. I asked a question, expecting nothing other than a confirmation. “Does Diego have a daughter?”
“Unfortunately. Galleria wanted me in the worst way. I won’t lie and say I didn’t look her way, because I did, but I knew the relationship I had with her pops and brother. Afterwhile, I gave her the sibling treatment, which she hated, but it’s what I had to do.”
“If her family was okay with it, would you be with her now?” I was jealous and upset. Galleria already took my wife. I didn’t wanna know that she could’ve had Gills as well.
“Ain’t no tellin’, mama. I see what you tryna do though.” He walked in the kitchen behind me and placed me on his countertop. “Don’t ever get in yo’ feelings regarding me. I’m not that guy and never have been. You are the most-beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. You’re carryin’ my son and still got me chasing after you. No woman can ever say they had me like that. Don’t think too much into it, Journei. You got me,” he reassured me. “Why you ask if he had a daughter? Am I missin’ somethin’?” he asked right after with his head cocked to the side.
