Chapter 4 #2
Onyx released my breast and grabbed my neck with a sly grin. He pulled me forward, and our mouths connected. Slightly, his grip tightened as our kiss deepened. Onyx kissed me so hungrily that I moaned into his mouth. When my clit began to throb, I pulled back breaking the kiss. “You have a condom?”
“I do.” He licked his lips.
Standing, I took a few steps backwards until he stood.
I then pivoted and led Onyx into my bedroom.
I was still slightly nervous as I undressed, but I was more anxious than anything.
In no time at all, Onyx was covering my naked body with his.
A condom was secured onto his erect penis, and the glimpse I caught of his manhood didn’t disappoint at all.
With his dick poking my thigh, Onyx and I kissed as he gently massaged my breast. He then moved his hand down to my center and began to strum my clit.
I was past the point of being aroused. I loved the way he was taking his time with me, but I wanted to be penetrated in the worst way.
Onyx dragged his mouth over to my neck and began to suck. A soft gasp pushed from my throat as he entered me slowly. Gently, he pushed into me inch by inch until he had filled me up. “Fuck you feel good,” he whispered as I gently bit his bottom lip.
Shit, if I felt good, he felt better. Onyx peered down into my face, and I almost lost it. The slow and steady way that he was stroking me was already intense but adding eye contact made it even more so.
“Shit,” I whimpered as he pecked my lips. “I’m about to come. Oh my, fuck, Onyx,” I moaned.
“Umhmmm. Do that shit baby,” he coached in a deep voice. “You already wet. Let me see just how wet this shit can get.” Lowering his head, he gently bit my nipple, and I erupted with a deep moan. “Fuck yes, Lil’ Mama,” he groaned as he stroked me harder and faster.
My legs trembled, and my body jerked as he began to suck on my neck. His mouth on my skin was prolonging my orgasm. My vagina contracted violently, and the sounds of my wet pussy filled the room along with his moans and my whimpers.
Onyx pulled out of me and stood up. “Come here,” he commanded in a low tone that sent chills up my spine.
Before I could move, he grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed. “Get on your knees and bring that ass right here.”
I did as he asked and bit my bottom lip as I anticipated him entering me. As he pushed into me, I closed my eyes and moaned. Tossing my head back, I waited for him to get all the way in before I started bouncing my ass.
“You showing out, huh?” he smacked my left cheek then my right one. “Do that shit,” he slapped my skin once more before he began stroking my walls.
From the back, he was going in a little deeper. I was wondering if I could take it, but I didn’t want him to stop. My stomach cramped a bit, but my clit also swelled making the pain a little more tolerable. I gripped a handful of sheets, and Onyx instantly slowed down his strokes.
“You need me to slow down?” his voice came out in a low rumble, and I shivered as my head dropped. The slow strokes had me moaning louder.
“I’m about to come again,” I declared before my mouth fell open.
“I’m ‘bout to come with you.” It sounded as if he was speaking between clenched teeth. Keeping his movements slow and deliberate, Onyx sexed me through orgasm number two, and he growled as he came at the same time as me.
Even after he removed his dick from inside of me, I was still quivering.
My legs felt like limp noodles, and I knew that walking would be a challenge.
I stayed right there on my knees as Onyx went into the bathroom.
I jumped slightly when he came back with a warm washcloth to clean me off. He was earning points in all areas.
“Thank you,” I stood up, so I could go pee which for me was a must after sex.
When I finished in the bathroom, Onyx was dressed, and I was yawning. “You good?” he asked me, and I smiled like a goofy.
“I’m good.”
“Good.” He invaded my personal space and pecked my lips before smacking my ass. “Get some sleep. You know you work like a Hebrew slave.”
“That I do,” I laughed.
I walked Onyx to the door and after he left, I smiled all the way to the kitchen to get something to drink. I had finally found a man worthy of giving some coochie to, and I couldn’t wait to give him some more.
The next day, I frowned when I looked at my ring camera and saw that Ivan was at my door.
I hadn’t heard from him since he told me he couldn’t pay for Angel’s daycare.
I damn sure didn’t appreciate him popping up at my home unannounced.
Lucky for him, I was in a good mood. I got to sleep late for the first time in a long time, and I didn’t even realize how badly my body needed the extra rest. I got up, changed the sheets on my bed, started a load of laundry, and cooked some breakfast. Angel would be home in another day, and I wanted my house cleaned from top to bottom, fridge and pantry organized and stocked, and I wanted my body and mind to be refreshed. It was just the reset that I needed.
“Angel isn’t here,” I stated in a dry tone after opening the door for Ivan.
“I’m not here for that,” he replied as he entered my home despite the fact that I hadn’t invited him in.
Frowning, I drew back. “Of course you aren’t, because it’s not like you give a damn about her anyway.
You don’t even call to check on her, so why would you come visit her.
But if you’re not here for her, then why the hell are you here?
” I was pissed just that fast. Ivan was one of the simplest niggas I’d ever met.
To be fair, I had to be simple too because I let him get me pregnant.
He kissed his teeth and had the nerve to look offended. “How you gon’ say I don’t give a damn about my child? First of all, the phone works both ways.”
“You have to be the most ignorant person I’ve ever met in my life,” I looked him up and down with complete disgust. “She’s three! She doesn’t know how to call you, and I’m damn sure not running you down. You sound dumb.”
Ivan flicked the tip of his nose. “I know I’ve been slacking lately, but you can cut out all the name calling. Don’t be disrespectful. Even when I’m down and out, I’m still that nigga.”
“Ha! You aren’t shit. A man that doesn’t take care of his child is lame as hell. Why are you here?!” I yelled, and his nostrils flared.
“I swear to God, you trying me right now, Tatum. Don’t forget the times I was on top, and I looked out for you.
Did you ask me why I was here the times I paid this rent for you?
What about when I gave you $1,000 for her birthday party last year and gave you $500 for your pockets.
But now, I’m down and out, and you’re talking to me like I’m beneath you. ”
After sucking my teeth, I let loose a sarcastic laugh.
“The first time you paid my rent, you did that because we were fucking. The second and third time you paid my rent, I thanked you. Shit, your daughter lives here too, so you didn’t just do it for me.
But let’s be clear. My baby is three, and if I counted everything you’ve done for her, I just might not use all ten of my fingers.
Yet you want to be treated like father of the year? ”
“But you admit that I have paid your rent. I have looked out for you when I had it. Angel isn’t my only child, and I have to live too.
I’m fucked up right now. Like, it’s real bad.
I owe the plug money, and I got beef with some niggas.
Mont is missing. No one has seen him in over twenty-four hours.
I need to borrow like $1,000 if you got it.
I swear to God, I’ll give it back when I get it. ”
My jaw slacked as I stared at Ivan with wide eyes.
His eyes weren’t red, dilated, or glassy, but he had to be high.
There was no way he was sober. Not standing in front of me asking to borrow money.
“You do remember that you just stood here and acknowledged that you haven’t been helping with Angel, right?
I just paid her daycare bill. On top of rent and my utilities.
You think I have it like that to just give you a stack? Are you crazy?”
Ivan began pacing back and forth. “This shit is crazy man. When I had it like that, I looked out for everybody. My mom, aunts, cousins, females. I gave my cousin $400 to help with her daughter’s prom. That bitch has a job making $30 an hour, and I can’t even get $100 out of her.”
“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?” I questioned with a frown.
“You haven’t done anything for Angel in at least the last four months, and I know you haven’t been down this entire time.
Remember when I saw you in the club in the section popping bottles and shit?
You can’t go to Target or Old Navy and get your daughter five outfits, but you have on $1,000 sneakers. Yeah, I don’t have anything for you.”
“I had babies by some sorry ass bitches,” he grumbled before yanking the door open and leaving.
Once again, I stood appalled. He was gone, but I was still staring after him, mouth hanging open, stuck on stupid.
That man had really stood in my face and called me sorry, and I was the one taking care of his child.
Ivan was crazier than I thought he was. I wasn’t sure what he got himself caught up in, but I couldn’t care less. Ivan was the least of my worries.