Lyric giggled, but I meant every word. There wasn’t a soul on this Earth that would be able to take her from me.
“Yeah, I hear you, daddy. Now come fuck this pussy since it’s yours. I’ve got that liquor in my system, and I want you to make me cum until I pass out,” she demanded as she stripped out of her clothes.
“Damn, you’re fine as fuck, Lola B.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off her sexy frame. I’d said it many times, and it would never stop being true. She was perfection in my eyes.
“I know.” She smirked, turning around to give me a full view of her backside before she bent over and bounced her ass cheeks in front of me. From where I stood, I could see her essence glistening and her fat pussy lips calling out to me. Stroking my dick, I stepped behind her and pushed my way inside.
“Ooh!” Lyric cried out.
My eyes were low as I held onto her waist, slowly stroking her walls.
“Mmm, this shit so fuckin’ good. Damn.”
Her pussy squished as I moved in and out of her. When I glanced down and saw her cream coating my dick, I widened my stance and pounded into her until her legs started shaking.
She tried to move forward, but I pulled her right back toward me. “Naw, you asked me to fuck you, right? Where you tryna go, Lola B? Huh? Don’t tell me you can’t take this dick. It’s yours,right?” I talked my shit while stroking her hard and deep as she screamed my name. I loved to hear her copping pleas on the dick.
“I-I can take it.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, smacking her on the ass while I spread her cheeks apart and spit in her asshole. I rubbed circles around her anus before pushing my thumb inside.
“I-I’m sure, daddy. I can handle this dick.”
“Show me then. Throw that ass back on this shit.”
Lyric followed my orders, gripping her ankles and wobbling her ass up and down my length. The sight alone had me ready to nut, but I held it in. At some point, we moved to the bed, where I let her get on top. Her cocky ass loved being on top because she knew I was at her mercy. There weren’t any complaints on my end, though.
“Stop with all that cute shit and ride my dick like a nasty bitch. Let me see what that little pussy can do.”
Lyric smirked, then placed her hands on my chest for balance as she placed her feet on each side of me. I held my breath as she slid down my pole and proceeded to fuck me crazy. I could barely hold it together, but when she twisted around with my dick still inside and dropped down into a split, I was a goner. My whole body shook as I came deep inside of her womb. I held her waist to make sure I didn’t spill a single drop.
My dick was still hard, so she continued to bounce until it was back to its full potential. We flipped and switched positions until we were both cumming together. Lyric rested her head on my chest as the two of us panted from our intense session.
“Yeah, my views still stand. If you ever fuck another bitch, I’ma kill you,” she threatened.
I chuckled, kissing the top of her head. “I’m all yours. You don’t have anything to worry about. I promise you that.”
“I really hope you mean it. I don’t think I’ll love anyone the way I love you,” she declared.
“We’re on the same page. I love you and the family we’ve built. There’s nothing in this world that would make me jeopardize what we have. You got my whole heart. Nobody comes before you. Well, no one except my princess,” I teased.
Lyric gave me the side-eye before a smile spread across her face. “I guess I can live with that.”
“Then it’s official. We’re locked in for life.”
“I’m ready for you to come home. I know you’re probably tired of me saying it. I’m literally counting down the years until they free the realest. I can’t wait until you’re eligible for an appeal because we’re going to do everything we can to get you out.”
I was visiting with my big brother, and it was exactly what I needed to cheer me up. The last couple of days were hard on me, as it was the anniversary of him being locked up. I replayed that night in my head over a million times, trying to figure out what I could have done differently to change the outcome. I had been living the same nightmare on repeat for years, but it was almost time for things to come back together.
“You don’t need to stress about it. Everything is gonna work out the way it’s supposed to. I honestly haven’t thought much about it. I’ve been too busy focusing on my music. Being signed to a real label is a huge deal. I still can’t believe this shit is really about to happen. I swear it feels like a dream.”
I beamed with pride while he spoke about his budding career. Keynauri used to sit in his room for hours making beats andwriting songs in his notebook. When he told me they found a way for him to record music while he was in prison, I told him to give it everything he had. He did exactly that, and his mixtapes started trending on local and mainstream radio stations. He went to prison as Keynauri Joseph, and he would be leaving as Bankroll Keyz, the hottest new artist in the rap game.
I was excited for his reveal because I had been holding his identity for years. My girls loved his music, but I couldn’t say anything without exposing his secret. The world wasn’t ready for the type of hunger my brother produced inside of him.
“I’m ready for all of the exclusive parties. I never thought I would be the sister to a celebrity, and now I can use your name to get special treatment.”
