35. Cali
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
CALI
D ing Dong!
“Just in time,” I muttered to myself, taking a moment to admire my freshly straightened service room.
“Coming,” I shouted.
I rushed to the door, assuming my client was on the other side. However, I was sadly mistaken and taken aback when I saw Draco’s ass standing on my doorstep.
“Not you done pulled this shit again, Draco!” I fussed.
“Hush that shit,” he replied, his tone a mix of amusement and authority. Draco stepped past me, uninvited yet completely undeterred.
“Wait—” I started to protest, but my words were cut short.
Before I could gather my thoughts, Draco closed the door with a deliberate thud and swept me off my feet, literally lifting me in the air and firmly gripping my ass.
“What the hell?!” I gasped, half in surprise, half in protest, as he effortlessly carried me further into the house.
Despite the swirling anxiety in my stomach, I felt an uncharacteristic thrill at the unexpected turn of events. A part of me was eager, almost curious, to discover what wild scheme he had in store for me.
“We’re about to fuck, beautiful,” he plainly stated, causing my kitty to jump.
“Nig―”
Draco wasn’t allowing me to get too many words in that day. That time, he silenced me with an unexpected kiss. His lips were soft yet firm, and the taste of him sent shivers down my spine. Most women might have hesitated, being caught off guard by such boldness, but I found myself surrendering to the moment. My hands instinctively moved to cradle the back of his head.
I thought Draco would’ve headed for my bedroom, but he stopped at the kitchen table. Before placing me on it, he hiked up the lounge dress I had on and slid my thong to the side, granting him easier access. After laying me down gently on the table, Draco dropped his pants, including his boxers, and without any hesitation, he thrusted himself inside me. I would’ve wanted to at least see what he was working with before he did that, but I didn’t have to; I felt it immediately.
“Shit!” I cursed as he pounded into my pussy.
I didn’t know if the curse word came from pain or pleasure because I was feeling both in that moment. Then, suddenly, a realization came over me. That nigga didn’t put on a condom.
“Dra-Draco,” I moaned while pressing on his chest.
“What you need to tell me, baby? That this dick is good?”
“Ye-Yes, it’s good…” Damn good, I wanted to add, but I didn’t want to give him too much credit, “but why didn’t you put on a condom?!”
“No condom forever or whatever they was saying on that movie,” he referred to Wakanda Forever. Even in a moment where Draco should’ve been serious, he had to throw a joke in.
“Dra-Draco, I don’t want any more kids right now. M-My babies are still… Um, right there.” I couldn’t even get my thoughts together.
In that moment, that nigga had me rethinking my whole damn life. I also didn’t even give a damn if Jayceon would have walked in. If he did, I was liable to have told that nigga to pull up a chair and watch a real nigga work that pussy with precision. Jayceon had good dick, but Draco had mastered the stroke game. There was an art to fucking; most people didn’t know it took a bit more than a big dick and stroking like you were shooting pool to truly satisfy a woman.
“Girl, shut the fuck up! You fuckin’ a real muthafuckin’ nigga! I will take yo’ kids and raise any of them lil’ niggas that come out this tight ass pussy. What the fuck you thought?” he said without missing a stroke.
That nigga must have mastered his breathing technics too. Unlike him, a bitch was struggling to breathe and barely holding on to life. Draco placed his hands around my neck and applied light pressure to my throat, causin’ my eyes to roll to the back of my head. He was hitting angles and places I didn’t even know existed; he was beating the hell out of my lil’ meow. I was in bliss and on the brink of creaming on his dick, but Draco stopped, still inside me. My eyes shot open, and panic surged through me as the realization kicked in. I was fucking this nigga in my house, the same house that Jayceon still occupied.
Oh my God! What if Jayceon does pop up? I thought.
When Draco resumed stroking me at a steady pace, my body relaxed, taking me back to the high I was just stripped from.
“Look at yo’ ass. Damn near had a heart attack when I paused in this wet pussy, wit yo’ risky ass. You like this big muthafucka, don’t you? I told you this dick will have yo’ ass over here comin’ up with serums to grow these bitches’ edges back. It will align yo’ fuckin’ priorities straight,” he said, talkin’ his shit.
I wanted to scream, ‘Shut the fuck up and beat this pussy up,’ but he stopped again. I was getting frustrated because I was on the verge of climaxing… again.
“Wh-What are you doing? P-Please don't stop.” I was begging for the dick, begging for the release, and probably sounding like a fiend, but at that point, I didn’t give a damn.
Draco pulled all the way out of me, and I immediately missed his girth, his stretch, and the way he stroked my kitty. I sat up on my kitchen table and watched Draco step away from me, pulling up his boxers and then his pants.
“Is everything okay?” I was so confused. I thought I had done something wrong, or maybe this was all a game to see if he could hit.
“Hell yeah. That lil’ muthafucka was talkin’ back to a nigga, just like I knew she would,” he said casually as if he didn’t just stop in the middle of us having sex.
“So, why did you stop, Draco?! What the hell?!” I snapped, frustration boiling over. I hated how desperate I sounded, but fuck that, I needed answers. “Was this all a game to you?”
“Hell nah. That fat muthafucka mine now, baby girl. But check this out,” he began, grabbing me by the chin and locking eyes with me. “You not ’bout to have a nigga out here bodyin’ muthafuckas just ’cause you won’t give me what belongs to a nigga. Fuck that! You risky, ma, but I’m willing to come into yo’ life, raise yo’ kids like my own, and have them callin’ me Daddy, but you ain’t ready,” he voiced, pecking me on my forehead and backing up while adjusting his clothes. “Get rid of yo’ muthafuckin’ boyfriend and come get yo’ muthafuckin’ fa’ life man.”
I was so fucking irritated by that damn speech. I wanted his ass back in my lil’ hot and ready so bad that my body literally ached for that dick. We could’ve had that little kumbaya after my release. Draco walked back up to me, separating my legs and stepping between them.
“I’m serious, wit’ yo’ confused ass.”
“Draco, are you seriously doing this right now?” The tightness in my jaw and the pout on my lips should have made it clear just how frustrated I was.
“Get rid of yo’ ‘man-child,’ baby,” he suggested while walking to the door. After pulling it open, he added, “Keep it tight. That nigga bet not smell my pussy, Cali.” Draco’s voice was serious, and there was not a hint of playfulness in his tone. With a wink, he left my house, leaving me dumbfounded and with a wet-ass.
“Ugh!” I angrily exclaimed, falling back on the table and placing a placemat over my face.