CHAPTER TWENTY - TWO
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My lips trailed the nape of her neck. Royce’s hair smelled of flowers and shit. Her head slowly rolled on the pillow as my hand eased up the back of her leg onto her ass.
“You sure you want to do this?” I whispered in her ear.
“Yes,” she muttered.
I kissed her cheek as I lifted to get fully behind her. I shook my head as I admired her curves. Royce, lying on her stomach naked, was like a work of art.
“Damn,” I mumbled.
I leaned forward and planted sweet kisses on her ass. I wanted to cater to each dimple, stretch mark, and blemish. My hand caressed the side before I landed a sweet smack. She slowly lifted her ass, allowing her body to sit in the perfect position. My tongue ran across my lips as I slipped the condom on. The last thing I needed was another kid. My daughter quietly slept in the room next to Royce’s while her grandmother was in her room. I used my knee to pry her legs open before I slowly entered her center. The moment I did, I had to go into autopilot.
“Oo shit,” I grunted.
Royce’s pussy was warm and welcoming. It caught me off guard. This wasn’t a Phoebe situation. What I felt for Royce was everything I thought I felt for Phoebe. However, it was I who was delusional. The shit felt so good, a moan escaped me. As I gripped her waist to go to work, she started moving her body in a roll motion while throwing her country ass back on me.
“Mm, okay, then,” I groaned.
My head fell back as her pussy did what needed to be done. “Shh,” she told me.
Roll forward, bounce back.
My mouth opened as I sucked in a breath. I brought my head back forward and watched her body move like music.
“Ah,” she moaned.
Roll forward, bounce back.
She swung her head to turn to look at me. Her face grimaced as I began to pick up speed.
“Yeah, throw all that shit back on a nigga.”
Roll forward, bounce back.
The way her body moved, I started to think about how someone so quiet, so innocent fucked like perfection. I couldn’t let go of this. Hell, she had won me over before this, but now there was no turning back. Royce’s and my body were moving in sync as our muffled moans were the only other sounds in the room. I bit into my bottom lip as I enjoyed the ride. I leaned forward, kissing her, sending my dick deeper inside her. When I did that, I felt my nut brewing. I stroked her a few more times before a nigga nutted.
“Shit!”I grunted while trying not to be loud.
I knew I had cum prematurely, and I hoped that wasn’t a strike against me, but to her, that should have been a compliment.
After getting cleaned up, we lay there cuddling like some realcouple shit. I became lost in my thoughts, and those thoughts turned into words.
“I thought about giving Breann up for adoption,” I blurted out.
Royce’s head shot up. “Why?”
I shook my head as I blew out a sharp breath. “I can’t give her the life she needs. I mean, coming here on and off is cool, but me living in a hotel and you watching her when you can isn’t ideal. I talked to my coach, and he said I could start next season. I’ll just be on a partial scholarship, which means I have to bust my ass to make up the difference. I would also have to bust my ass with classes to graduate if I’m not invited to the combine to even get a chance at draft picks. It’s a lot to it,” I tried to explain the best way I could.
Her hand stroked the light hairs on my chest. “I understand, but she’s a baby. She doesn’t know what is best for her. All she knows is that she has a daddy who loves her. Don’t give up on her. Where is her mother?”
“Shit, I can’t tell you. Breann is everything to me, but I cannot do this for her like this. One of the guys I was on the line with offered me something I’ve been thinking about. He said his brother and his wife were looking to adopt, and the shit sounds good.”
“Do you trust him?” she asked.
Dio was solid. Since meeting him, he had never switched up. “Yeah, I do. I just don’t want to give my daughter up and never be able to get her back.”
