“Fuck, man, this shit so fucking nice,” I mumbled before I started a nice, slow pace; out half way and in as far as I could go.
Sophie’s nails penetrated the small of my back first then moved to my arms the more my pace increased.
I smirked as I looked down at her, eyes shut tight and face all balled up. She wasn’t used to real dick. I knew that the first time I entered her. I had Sophie feeling things she never felt before, so she might as well have been a virgin before me. In my eyes, she was. I was reaching places she didn’t know existed.
I had the dope dick and knew it. Long and thick and I knew what to do with it. The amount of pussy I’d had in my life had taught me how to please women. It had been trial and error, but I was a fucking expert now.
The deeper I pushed into Sophie, the more she showed it. I loved to watch her face because it told me how she felt even more than how she mumbled my name. Sophie wasn’t a screamer.
She tried her best to stay quiet, like it embarrassed her to get loud, but that was sexy to me because the way she tried to fight it made her release the sexiest sounds. I hated women who did too much by screaming and carrying on.
I was confident as fuck and didn’t need women to stroke my ego by screaming my name or calling me daddy. That was someweird shit to me anyway and made my dick soft. I loved natural expressions. Seeing the way her body reacted to my touch and the way I was deep stroking her along with pleasure on a woman’s face turned me on.
The more she moaned softly, the harder my dick got. I gave her every inch like it was made just for her.
“Cum for me, Sophie. Let go, baby girl. Let me feel it,” I whispered against her ear before I pushed her knees toward her chest to gain better access. I was so deep in her goodness I felt my balls at risk of slipping in.
Sophie nodded slightly and gasped when I tapped her cervix a few more times and we came together, long and hard. I unloaded so much I felt my soul slipping into her.
After we both showered and dressed comfortably, we got cozy on the sofa to chill for a minute. I decided to order in because I didn’t feel like heading out. Sophie didn’t complain because she was still in her feelings about the bullshit that happened earlier.
I made a mental note to pay William a visit. I wasn’t gonna kill his punk ass, but I would make it clear that I would if he didn’t quit fucking with Sophie. I kept that to myself because I didn’t know how she would feel and I wasn’t up for an argument.
“What’s he like?” Sophie asked randomly and lifted her head from my shoulder. She turned her head slightly to look at me.
“Who?” I asked, half paying attention. I was focused on the game.
“My father?” she said lowly but loud enough for me to hear.
I looked down at her with no expression then inhaled and let it go slowly.
“I don’t know, it’s hard to say. How he was with me, he wouldn’t have been with you. I was a hardheaded street kid.” I laughed to myself, thinking about how Story had beat my ass the first time I’d met him.
“I don’t get it,” Sophie said.
“Fathers love sons different than they love daughters,” I admitted, then glanced at Sophie before I continued.
“Story taught me how to be a man, how to hold my own in the streets. He made sure I understood kill or be killed. He taught me how to take a life and still be able to sleep at night. I learned to sell the purest shit by the truckload and not be fazed when I saw a strung out fiend who had a family at home praying they wouldn’t take another hit. That’s what he was like for me. He wouldn’t have taught you shit like that, so I don’t know how to tell you how he was.”
Sophie took it all in and I watched her eyes until she frowned. “Sounds like all he taught you was bad stuff.”
I shook my head to disagree. “Nah, not even close. What he taught me is the reason I’m alive today. It’s why I’m the man I am. That was his way of showing me love. He gave me the best parts of him because he cared about me. Shit, he’s the only person who ever did. He also made sure I made my money and got the fuck out. He made sure I went to school and invested that same money. I used to sell dope and a few other things but now I own businesses. He didn’t want me to end up like him. Story wanted more for me than to be just another dope dealing muthafucker who died or ended up in prison. He didn’t just teach me bad shit, Sophie, so don’t think that. True enough he taught me how to survive in the streets, but that’s only because it’s who he was and all he knew. Don’t define him by that. He’s much more than that.”
She sat silently processing again. “My mother loved him.”
“Yeah, I think she did and he loved her too. I saw it in his eyes when he talked about her. He still loves her even after…” I paused and kept the rest to myself. I was still mad as fuck that she was the reason he’d ended up in prison. He was basically all I had, my family, and that was fucking with me.
“After she chose William and let him go to prison.”
“People make choices, Sophie. It is what it is,” I said, not wanting their shit to be an issue for me and Sophie. Well, not any more than it already was.
“Did you know?”
“Know what?”
“About me, well not me ,specifically, but that he had a daughter.”
“Nah, like I said, I didn’t know until things went down with your mom and William and I went to Story for clarity. It makes sense now though.”
