I stilled, watching. "What are you doing?"
She looked up with mischievous eyes. "You don't have to wait five weeks to cum just because I do."
Before I could respond, she unzipped me, tugging my pants and boxers down just enough. My dick sprang free, already painfully hard.
Her gaze heated as she wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking it, "Let me take care of you."
As Ava leaned in, her lips parted to take the head into her warm mouth. She sucked slowly, tongue swirling the underside, tracing the vein. I groaned, hand tangling in her hair, just holding it. She bobbed deeper, causing her cheeks to hollow. Saliva dripped down my shaft as she worked more in. Her hand pumped what she couldn't swallow, twisting gently. Her throat relaxed to take me in and hummed vibrations that shot straight to my balls.
"Fuck, BB... That's immaculate," I rasped.
She glanced up with watery eyes. She locked them on me as she sucked harder, tongue flicking the slit to lap pre-cum. She fondled my balls, rolling them softly, then deep-throated as much as she could, gagging sweetly.
She made love to my dick until I felt the pleasure about to explode.
"Fuck, I love this mouth."
After three sexy, R&B songs, she moaned around me, and the vibration undid me. I came with a grunt, dick pulsing, thick streams of cum flooding her mouth. She swallowed every drop, milking me dry with her lips and hand until I softened.
She tucked me away, licking her lips clean, before rising and straddling my lap.
Our foreheads touched as she boasted, "Nowyouknow who you belong to too."
Now lifeless and drained, I could only murmur, "Always yours.”
26
AVA REYNOLDS
That Sunday morning, before me and Reek left for family dinner at the estate, I finally Facetimed Ploy so she could see Cairo.
Reek was in the shower, and Cairo was knocked out in his little lounger on the bed, wrapped in one of those soft swaddle blankets. Even though I still refused to move in with Reek, that man was always at my condo. He had respected what I said about needing my independence, though, so he mostly showed up late for the night shift and left mid-morning. Then he made sure to pop in during the day to check on us. It was his way of being present without making me feel crowded, and I loved him for understanding the difference.
I had not told Ploy I went into labor. I wanted to surprise her. So, I angled the camera toward Cairo while the phone rang and sat there smiling to myself, waiting for her to answer.
The second her face popped up on the screen, she screamed so loud Cairo jumped in his sleep. I put my hand on his little chest instinctively while Ploy slapped her own hand over her mouth.
“Oh my God,” she whispered-shouted. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry.” Her eyes were huge as she leaned closer to her screen. “You had baby! Ava! Oh my God.” Her voice dropped into an excited whisper again. “He is so cute. Look at his little face. Congratulations, Ava.”
“Thank you,” I beamed.
“He is beautiful,” she swooned.
It may have been cliche, but my babywasbeautiful. His skin was still light, but the back of his ears were this soft, warm brown that looked like me and Reek met right in the middle. He had a little full mouth like his daddy, a small nose, long lashes, and dark brows that already made him look serious when he wasn’t crying. Even as new as he was, his eyes looked like they might end up light like mine. I could stare at him forever.
Ploy kept gushing. “Let me see him better.”
I angled the camera closer to his face, and she made that soft cooing sound people made at babies.
“He looks like a little prince,” she said. “What is his name?”
“Cairo.”
Her whole expression lit up. “Cairo. Oh, I love that. That is a very handsome name.”
“It fits him, right?”
“Yes. He looks expensive.”
