Chapter 25 #3
He washed his hands and then sat down. I could tell he was still in deep thought about his mother. “Why don’t you move her into the condo with you?”
“Minds well put a gun to her head.”
“Goo, that’s a bit dramatic.”
“For real. This neighborhood is home… her friends live on all these surrounding blocks. I think the reason she didn’t sink into a deeper depression when she lost her leg was because of her friends.
Feel guilty taking her away but know that she needs to move.
Khaos always got somebody on her, and Chef is always around so she’s safe…
just don’t like her being over this way anymore. ”
I understood his dilemma. Taking his mother away from everyone she loved, and a place she had called home for years was hard. He didn’t want to step in like he was her parent, but living in this neighborhood wasn’t the best.
Had her sons been regular Joe Smo’s than that wouldn’t have been a problem. Goon and Khaos’s names ran through this city like the Delgatos and Infernos.
“You was in here cooking, Boobie?” He tried to switch the subject, and I allowed him because I could only imagine how stressful it was dealing with a disabled mother.
I blushed. “I was… Ms. Sharon taught me a little something.”
I sat the bowl in front of him, excited for him to taste the food. He bowed his head and said his prayer and then took the spoon and tasted the soup.
He nodded his head in approval. “I expected nothing less… shit always bussin.”
I watched as he ate his food, then put his spoon down. “What’s wrong?”
He started choking and grabbed the water I sat next to him. “Shit fucking spicy.”
“Is it not supposed to be spicy?”
Goo coughed more, and sat back in his seat, sweat accumulated on his forehead. “It has a little spice, but baby this shit got me bout to strip.”
“You need more water?”
“Fuck yeah… she let the scotch bonnet break in there or some shit?”
“What?”
“The pepper that was simmering on top of the soup.”
“I cut them up before turning the pot down to simmer,” I explained, and Goo broke out in a fit of coughs.
I could have sworn this man was turning red. “Them? Mi swear, di gyal waan see mi dead!” He choked as I rushed around the kitchen.
“What do you need from me?”
“Milk… how many was in there.”
“Two. One was in the pot, so I just cut the other in the container up and added it for her.”
“Lawdddd!” he hollered and hit the tabletop, startling Bando.
Why in the fuck did I start crying. “I didn’t know, Goo… I was trying to be helpful.” I sobbed while pushing the milk over toward him.
“This shit expired, baby… oh fuck.” He leaned his head back, hopping out the chair and paced with his hands over his head.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry,” was all I could say because he was really going through it. He drank out the faucet and then leaned his head in the sink.
“Whole fucking head is hot, Baby… you fucking hate me?”
“What?”
“Said you wanna kill me?”
I stood with my hand on my hips, as he turned and laughed. “Your mouth wasn’t really on fire.”
“Hell fucking yeah… focusing my energy elsewhere.”
I walked over towards him and hugged him. “Not funny, Goo.”
“Never took you as a crybaby, Boobie.”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s annoying. Like a fool cried in front of your mother and she had to comfort me.”
“Why you feel like you a fool though?” He kissed my head, as I continued to rest my head on his chest.
“I don’t do all this damn crying shit… everything has me either crying or flipping out. Bando’s toy was tossed over my balcony because I tripped over it yesterday.”
“Hmm.”
“What does that mean?” I looked up at him as he smiled.
“Nothing… you need to chill a little bit. Breathe a little.” He kissed my cheek and grabbed the bottle of water.
I could tell his mouth was still on fire because he was sweating hard. Because I started crying, he focused his energy on me. Even while he was in discomfort, he wanted to be my comfort.
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Goo held me around the waist as I bounced up and down on him. He held me tightly, while he slammed me down harder, biting his bottom lip. My breasts hit my chest, while my hair was all over my head.
We had been going half the night and every time I got comfortable and ready to sleep, he was flipping me back over and entering me again. I didn’t protest because I wanted every part of him. He reached up and grabbed my neck as he guided my hips on how fast he wanted me to go.
“Who pussy is this?”
I kissed his hand, as I tossed my head back while moving faster. “Yours, Goo… yours,” I groaned, while he pinched my nipples.
That wasn’t good enough, so he flipped me on my back and entered me. Pushing down on my lower stomach with one hand, another on the headboard, he slid into me while sucking on my lips.
“Where that fucking mouth, Boobie? Who fucking pussy is this?” he demanded for me to answer again.
I couldn’t focus on what he was saying because of what he was doing to my body.
While slowly pulling out of me, he was rubbing my pussy while staring down at me.
I couldn’t stay in one spot because the feeling had me about to lose every part of my mind.
All this time I had been getting mediocre dick to spite my brother, and this what Gerald had?
My body felt like it belonged to him, and he knew it. There was no word or question, he knew that I wasn’t giving this to anyone else.
I experienced how it felt to have him detached. Giving me dick, but not the love I required.
“Yo, what the fuck I asked?” he asked again, slapping my ass.
“Hmm….stop cursing at me,” I bit my bottom lip, trying to talk shit back but knowing that he was in control.
I held onto his arm while he gripped my hips, jerking me closer to him like he owned every part of my body. Goo stared down at me, his eyes filled with lust and love, and the sweat glistening.
He had me gone.
I was already way past turned on, but the way he moved, the way he handled me, he had me losing focus. Everything about him was beautiful in a dangerous way. Still, it was hard to look away because I wanted to know every part of him.
The good and the dangerous.
I wanted to protect him.
Stand in front of twelve and dare them to send him away. As our eyes locked, I knew right then and there that I would do anything to protect this man.
He pulled his dick out, admiring how shiny his dick was because of me. Biting back down on his lip, he pushed deeper back inside of me. “Why you holding my arms? You telling me stop, Zoya?”
“Hmm, it feels too good.”
“You not saying what I need to hear, baby… lemme hear it.”
“It’s yours, baby… this pussy is yours.”
His hand softly gripped my neck as he stared at me, sucking on my lips, while never losing his groove. My legs wrapped around him, and I kissed him back while scratching his back.
I knew he had to have a ton of scratches on his back from the way I always dug my nails into him, and he never seemed bothered.
“That pussy always talking for daddy, Baby… shit so fucking wet,” he hissed, slipping in and out of me, while holding onto my waist.
I felt him slip out of me and rub my clit with the tip of his dick while staring down at me. “Why you mute? Speak to daddy… tell me what up.” he demanded.
I tried to kiss him, and he moved his face. “It feels so good,” I admitted.
All my armor fell to the floor whenever he got me naked. That tough exterior that I always wore was non-existent whenever this man came around me.
“Give this fucking pussy to someone else and you gonna find out what I’m really like,” he grunted, slamming into me, which caused my entire body to jerk.
“I wonttttt!” I screamed.
“Nah, you like that petty shit… tell me right now… say Daddy, I ain’t gonna play with you.” He held my chin while he continued to fuck me harder with each word.
How was I supposed to concentrate when he had me stuck. “Daddy, I ain’t gonna play with you.”
He wasn’t satisfied with what I had said, because he lifted my leg and the minute he did, I started leaking.
It wouldn’t stop, I felt like I was emptying a water bottle out of my vagina, but Goo kept going. “Baby, I promise… I’m not gonna play games with you… pr…promise.”
He kissed my lips softly as he slowed his rhythm. “You know you the love of my life, right?”
“I…I am?”
“Uh hmm… pretty fucking ass. You know you my baby, right?” He growled in my ear as he kissed it.
“Yess… yesss.”
“My fucking lawyer… stop trying to be so strong all the time. Daddy got this shit, ight?” He continued, as I clung onto him like a baby monkey did their mother.
My mouth was open, but words refused to leave. Goo maneuvered his hips slowly, kissing my face as he stared into my eyes. “I…I love you,” I breathlessly confessed.
He kissed my lips softly. “I love you too, baby… always loved you. You gonna let me love you and stop playing with me?”
“Don’t leave me, Goo… pl…please.”
A tear fell down my cheek, as I held his face and he kissed the inside of my hand. “You mine, Zoya… I’m never going anywhere. This shit forever… I need you to make me that same promise.”
His pace was slower as he kissed all over me, and I held onto him tightly. “I promise.”
“What you promising me, baby?”
“I’m not going to run from you… you believe me?”
He softly pecked my lips. “I do. Never prayed for someone as hard as I pray for you, Baby. You in my prayers every morning and every night… you gonna become my wife, right?”
“Uh hmm,” I kissed his lips, slipping my tongue into his mouth, and holding his face, never wanting to let him go.
My mouth was wide, feeling him deep inside of me, while kissing on my face. Softly pecking my lips, I felt his body stiffen and felt him empty himself inside of me. “Fuck… I love you, Zoya.”
“Love you too, Gerald.” I kissed his lips, and he pulled back.
“You what?”
“I said I love you, Gerald.” I kissed his lips, and then his face.
“Always put that I before love you, Boobie… don’t ever leave me guessing. I put that on my life I’m never gonna have you guessing, okay?”
“Okay.” He kissed my lips, and stared down at me, still in disbelief that he had me.
I was his.
He got out the bed and went to the bathroom while I was in bed too spent to even move. I watched as he came out the bathroom with a washcloth, and he pulled the sheets from my body, wiping me down softly, kissing every part he washed up. He kissed my pussy twice, before he continued wiping me down.
When he was done, he got in bed and pulled me into his arms. “Thank you for giving yourself to me, Boobie.”
“Thank you for not giving up on me, Goo. I know I’m not easy to love, I know that.” I turned to face him, and he kissed me softly.
“I’ve fought for everything that I deemed worthy, and you are no different, Boobie. Shit ain’t always going to be butterflies and rainbows, but I need you not to run when shit gets hard. Tell me when something is wrong, let me handle it and protect us, K?”
I had never experienced aftercare after sex. Usually, I turned over and thought of all the things that I still had to get done. He took his time wiping me down, kissing me, and reassuring me because he knew that I had a habit of overthinking.
“Okay, Goo.”
I turned in his arms, as he softly kissed me, holding onto me tighter. Kissing his arms, I buried myself into his embrace and allowed him to do exactly what he had been telling me he wanted to do.
Love me.