“Why you been running from me?” His voice was raw with restraint.
He pushed against my hole just as I sucked in a deep breath of air.
“I was scared.” I cried out.
“That’s bullshit.” He gritted out.
He reached down between us and ran his thumb over my clit. I shuddered from the raw sensation just as he rocked his dick inand out of my pussy in short strokes before shoving all thick ten inches inside.
“Shit!” I yelled.
There was no saving my pussy, I can’t even comprehend the words coming out King’s mouth as he holds still inside of me.
“This pussy so fucking good, Layloni.” He bowed his head against my forehead.
His thumb circled my clit, my pussy contracted, choking his dick. I whimper out wordlessly as my nostrils fill with his masculine woodsy scent.
“I don’t even gotta stroke this pussy, Layloni.” He groaned out.
“Ain’t no bitch holding a candle to you baby.” He leaned down and kissed me deeply.
Every nerve in my body felt alive, King pulled back enough until the tip of his dick brushed against my Gspot. My only response was soft whimper.
“I know baby, just breathe and let my dick make that pussy talk to me.” He grunted out.
King started to move with perfect precision, it felt like he was slowly winding his hips. My pussy gushed, squeezed, and took every stroke he delivered. Our bodies moved in harmony as he dug my pussy out. I surrendered all of me with no restraint.
“I love you, Layloni,” He moaned as my climax striked through me again.
“I love you so fucking much, ma… Don’t run from a nigga again.” Was the last thing I heard before I felt myself drifting in and out of consciousness.
“I love you too, King and we’re having a baby King,”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
King
Ithought I heard her right when she whispered,“We’re having a baby.”
For a second I figured maybe I imagined that shit. Maybe she was just talking crazy after I fucked her into pure exhaustion. The way she passed out beneath had me thinking her ass slipped into a coma.
I moved us to my bed, and had Layloni laid across my chest, my hands rested on her waist, I started noticing things I hadn’t paid attention to before. Her stomach pressed against me, firmer than I remembered.
My chest tightened. Fear crept inside of me.
How the hell was I supposed to handle this?
My mind was already spinning from everything that happened tonight. I had just admitted something I never said out loud to nobody before. I loved Layloni. That truth alone had me feeling exposed as hell.
Every time I looked at her, those feelings only got stronger. It was like something about her dug deeper into my chest every time our eyes met.
If Layloni had been any other woman… I would’ve let her die in that house with Prince. No hesitation.
I would’ve still handled that nigga eventually, but it wouldn’t have been urgent. I would’ve taken my time with it too, just so he understood it wasn’t about no woman. But Layloni wasn’t just any woman.
I loved her.
Now beingin love? That was something different… and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that kind of weight. Love scared the hell out of me. Growing up I watched my parents love each other in a way most people never got to experience. My father adored my mother, and she worshipped the ground he walked on. That shit was beautiful to witness but watching him leave her behind in death…was something else entirely.
