Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Layloni
My palms were sweating the entire drive over.
Seeing King earlier at the mall had completely thrown me off.
The moment my eyes landed on him, my heart skipped so hard it felt like it stopped for a second.
He was still just as handsome as ever, tall, broad, and carrying that same dangerous confidence that made people notice him the second he stepped into a room.
Monty and I had just left my doctor’s appointment before running into him. That appointment had changed everything. I had just found out I was three months pregnant.
The news filled me with so much happiness that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Hearing my baby’s tiny heartbeat echo through the room had healed something deep inside of me. It made all the pain I’d been carrying feel lighter.
There was a little human growing inside my body. Someone innocent, who would love me unconditionally.
The thought alone made my chest warm. One day I would get to see a piece of myself living and breathing right in front of me. After the appointment, I had been in such a good mood that I decided to go shopping to celebrate.
Monty had been a great friend these past few weeks. We talked almost every day, watched the same old movies I loved over and over again, and spent time together without anything weird or uncomfortable happening.
He never crossed the line with me. But sometimes, when I looked deep into his eyes, I saw something there… a quiet longing he tried his best to hide. He wanted more. He just respected me enough not to say it out loud or act on it.
Right now, my focus needed to stay on myself and now this baby.
I couldn’t wait to find out if I was having a boy or a girl. My mind was already racing with ideas for decorating a nursery. I had even installed baby monitors and cameras in my place already, something Monty had helped me set up without hesitation.
Tonight, we were supposed to have a movie night.
Monty had promised to cook dinner for me as a thank you.
A few weeks ago I had designed a beautiful homecoming dress for his cousin.
Something like that would normally cost around seven hundred dollars, but she was an honor roll student and such a sweet girl that I decided to gift it to her instead.
Monty hadn’t stopped thanking me since. That’s why he insisted on cooking for me tonight, and when we went shopping earlier, he refused to let me pay for anything.
Monty would really make a great man to some lucky woman one day. It just couldn’t be me. Not because he did anything wrong… but because I knew he couldn’t protect me. After everything I had been through, that mattered more than anything.
Besides… I was carrying King’s baby.
Even though things between us were complicated, I would never disrespect him by being with another man while pregnant with his child. Deep down… I knew if I ever tried to seriously date Monty, something terrible might happen to him with King in the picture.
I would never have proof I would just know that King would have a hand in killing Monty. King didn’t play about things like that. His crazy ass still had some made up terms and conditions with me that he never verbally spoke on.
My thoughts were still spinning when I finally pulled up in front of King’s house. I sat there in the driver’s seat for a moment, inhaling slowly trying to ground myself before seeing this man.
My nerves were all over the place. Everything about King was intense down to his presence, his energy, the way he looked at me like he could see straight through me.
Tonight, I had to tell him the truth. I was more afraid of his reaction then anything. Another thing I knew for sure was that we didn’t need to sleep together tonight. That would only make things more confusing between us.
I stepped out of my car; the cool night air brushed against my skin. I wore a midnight-blue sweater dress that I designed myself. The soft fabric hugged my curves perfectly; it was classy but still feminine.
Before I could even raise my manicured hand to knock—
The door opened.
King stood there staring at me. The hunger in his eyes instantly made my stomach tighten.
While I had taken time getting dressed, he looked like he had just stepped out the shower. All he wore were a pair of basketball shorts that hung low on his hips. The outline beneath the fabric was impossible to ignore.
His chocolate skin glowed under the porch light, he bit down on his bottom lip then sucked it into his mouth. That little dimple in his left cheek deepened in a way that made my breath catch.
My body reacted before my mind could stop it. I didn’t want us to fall back into old habits… but my body clearly remembered him.
“Layloni.”
That was all he said.
Just my name.
The way it rolled off his tongue made me feel exposed, like he had stripped away every wall I had tried to build around my heart. My chest tightened and suddenly tears threatened to spill over. Without another word, he reached out and took my hand.
His hand swallowed mine as he carefully guided me inside. I heard the door close behind us, but I didn’t bother turning around. My legs carried me into the living room where I sat down on his large gray couch. The cushions sank beneath me.
King stayed standing in front of me. For a while he said nothing. His dark eyes slowly traveled from my thighs… up to my face.
The silence between us grew thick.
I licked my lips nervously and began fiddling with my fingers, trying to steady the storm of emotions building inside my chest.
My breathing stopped when he lowered down to his knees in front of me. His dark orbs connected with mine as he moved each one of my hands to the side of my thick thighs. His hands found its way underneath my ass, he smoothly tugged me forward and inhaled me deeply.
“I missed you so much Loni…” He kissed my thigh while his huge hands massaged my globes, causing my center to stir. I wouldn’t dare moan; I refused to.
“Breathe baby…” He coached softly.
His voice was deep, his woodsy scent caressed my skin.
I started to feel like he was doing this shit on purpose.
The effects that King had on me felt endlessly.
My mouth watered, nipples started to ache as nasty thoughts filled my head.
I gazed at his mouth and fought the urge of wanting to trace his cinnamon lips with the tip of my tongue.
It had been a while since I felt him, now I found myself craving him.
My brain was foggy; it felt like he had some type of spell on me soon as I walked through the door.
The King affect, I thought to myself and smiled as my eyes were still focused on his lips.
His house was cozy and dimly lit; candles were around us making the mood feel romantic.
I could almost feel my own heartbeat. I took in a deep breath, then looked him in his eyes.
Clearing the fog from my brain, I finally found my voice to speak.
“King, we need to talk.”
His eyes remained on my thighs, as he licked his lips then stared right into my eyes. My pussy pulsed, reminding me that she was in need of him.
“I don’t want to talk… I need action right now baby. Stand up.” His hand tapped the top of my leg.
I shook my head no, and attempted to speak before he held his hand up, stopping me. He stood to his feet with no shame that his big ass dick was trying its hardest to burst out of those basketball shorts. Damn him, I was overwhelmed now, and my pussy was gushing out for him.
I could no longer get a hold of myself. Without thinking, I took action and pulled those basketball shorts down and was damn near slapped in the face by the huge piece of meat that damn near slapped me in the face.
My mouth watered before I licked around the tip of his dick.
A deep groan escaped him, I moaned myself from the taste of his precum coating my taste buds.
I trailed my tongue along the rim of his crown then nastily sucked it into my mouth.
Without thinking twice, my hand cupped my pussy before sliding my panties to the side and toying with my clit.
King pulled at the top of my dress along with my bra, the cool air kissed my nipples.
I moaned lowly with a mouthful of dick stuffed to the back of my throat.
King’s fingers twisted and tugged at my hair nipples as he pushed in and out of my mouth.
I looked up into his dark bedroom eyes and gagged on the dick, letting salvia fill my mouth, I shamelessly let spit fall wherever it landed.
“Shit baby!” King released my nipples.
I was sucking his dick so good, I heard his toes cracking.
I became determined to taste his nut. With the way his precum tasted I knew it had to be sweet.
I needed him right now and no longer gave a damn about holding back.
When I let his dick ease out of my mouth, I sucked those heavy balls and started to hum on them.
“Fuck, Loni baby… do yo shit.”
I did my shit, and I owned that shit. I was deep throating King so good he became angry. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and looked at me like I had lost my mind.
“I know you ain’t been letting that bitch ass nigga Monty teach you shit or taste and fuck on my pussy.” He gritted out.
“No King, I swear I haven’t fucked him… we just friends.” I panted out.
Saying nothing, he slid is hand between my breasts, palming them urgently. My eyes went wild as I let out a small gasp as he pushed both titties together so he could lick and suck both nipples at the same time.
“I swear I’ll kill you and that nigga.” He murmured out, still tending to my nipples.
I writhed, arching my body towards his mouth. My entire body quivered soon as he cupped my pussy tightly. Before I could blink, King snatched my panties off then drove his finger into me.
“You missed a nigga?” He asked, studying my face hard.
“I did, baby.” I moaned out.
He pressed a second finger into me then swirled those thick digits of his in a circular motion.
“Nut all over my fingers, so I can make you nut all over this dick.” He demanded in a cool tone.
His hot mouth closed around one of my nipples, I jerked against him as the sensation shot straight to my clit. His fingers were firm and unrelenting, his thumb pressed against my clit just as he started pumping his two fingers in and out of me.
“Let that shit the fuck go, baby.” He bit down into my nipple.
Nastily, he sucked and spat it out then blew his cool breath against it. There was nothing I could do to stop the orgasm from exploding throughout me. My body was no longer mine to control, it belonged to King. Everything felt too intense, my pussy fluttered as my stomach cramped up.
A sound of approval grumbled from King’s throat as I squirted all over his fingers.
“Good fucking girl.” He smirked sexily.
Instead of giving me time to recover, he slipped another finger into me. He tampered with my G-spot making me bow up off the couch and beg for mercy. My body never had time to recover from the first orgasm as I felt another crash into me.
“Please King!” I managed to get the words out.
“Please what?” He frowned deeply.
“You been avoiding the fuck out of me!” He snapped, still fingering my spot.
“A nigga been losing fucking sleep, and thinking about you like crazy.” He ran his thumb over my clit.
“Then I finally see you, and you with a pussy ass nigga!” He pulled his hand out of me and slapped the shit out of my pussy before shoving them right back inside of me.
“Oh shit!” I gasped.
“Ohhhh shit!!!” He mocked me with a maniac expression covering his handsome face.
“You got me fucked up!” his eyes darkened.
His large hand land on my inner thigh. Removing his fingers again, he dropped down between my legs and immediately slid his tongue between my folds. He plunged deep into my slit and pushed his tongue down to my opening. King groaned like he was wounded as he drunk down my essence.
He thrusted his tongue hungrily into my tunnel for more of my juices. The wet squelching sounds bounced off the wall as he sipped me down.
“King!” I gasped for air.
Ignoring me as if my begging meant nothing to him. My clit throbbed with every stroke of his tongue. I gritted my teeth and rocked back against his mouth determined to ride the wave of pleasure King was giving me. Just when I was getting ready to cum again, he stopped abruptly.
“Lay back and hold that pussy open for daddy.”
Not having to be told twice, I laid back and spread my legs as wide as they could go on the couch. Wetness seeped down between my ass cheeks as I spread my southern lips apart. King got between my legs, his dick glided against my inner labia.
“You missed me?” King’s eyes flickered with adoration, lust, and hunger.
“I did.” I moaned out.
“Why you been running from me?” His voice was raw with restraint.
He pushed against my hole just as I sucked in a deep breath of air.
“I was scared.” I cried out.
“That’s bullshit.” He gritted out.
He reached down between us and ran his thumb over my clit. I shuddered from the raw sensation just as he rocked his dick in and out of my pussy in short strokes before shoving all thick ten inches inside.
“Shit!” I yelled.
There was no saving my pussy, I can’t even comprehend the words coming out King’s mouth as he holds still inside of me.
“This pussy so fucking good, Layloni.” He bowed his head against my forehead.
His thumb circled my clit, my pussy contracted, choking his dick. I whimper out wordlessly as my nostrils fill with his masculine woodsy scent.
“I don’t even gotta stroke this pussy, Layloni.” He groaned out.
“Ain’t no bitch holding a candle to you baby.” He leaned down and kissed me deeply.
Every nerve in my body felt alive, King pulled back enough until the tip of his dick brushed against my Gspot. My only response was soft whimper.
“I know baby, just breathe and let my dick make that pussy talk to me.” He grunted out.
King started to move with perfect precision, it felt like he was slowly winding his hips. My pussy gushed, squeezed, and took every stroke he delivered. Our bodies moved in harmony as he dug my pussy out. I surrendered all of me with no restraint.
“I love you, Layloni,” He moaned as my climax striked through me again.
“I love you so fucking much, ma… Don’t run from a nigga again.” Was the last thing I heard before I felt myself drifting in and out of consciousness.
“I love you too, King and we’re having a baby King,”