Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
Symphony had never in her life begged for dick, but the way she wanted to tell Block to just put it in was almost concerning.
It felt amazing when he sucked on her neck.
And for the past minute, he’d being devouring her breast. He’d done good on the foreplay, and she was so ready to feel him inside of her, it was insane.
He smelled so good. His mouth on her skin was absolutely divine.
Symphony wanted to hear him moan the way she needed air to breathe.
She found herself hoping he wasn’t one of those men that was too good to make noise while having sex because hearing him would do something to her spirit.
Block finally released her nipple. He lowered his body and placed soft kisses along her stomach.
Symphony pulled her lips into her mouth as he gently bit the inside of her thigh.
The way he was taking his time was impressive, but she was so horny it was insane.
Just as she’d suspected, he handled sex the same way he handled everything else, and she knew she was in for a treat.
While he sucked on her neck, she could feel his erect, condom covered dick poking her thigh, and she was more than satisfied with the size.
Symphony sucked in a sharp breath as Block’s tongue grazed her clit. When he spread her folds and slurped her nub into his mouth, her back arched, and she closed her eyes.
“Ummmm,” the way he moaned as he sucked her pearl softly made Symphony’s toes curl as she released a whimper. This man was going to be a fucking problem.
Block let go of her clit, dragged his tongue down her moist center a few times, then pulled her button back into his mouth.
Symphony’s hips lifted off the bed just a tad as she fed herself to him.
The more he licked and sucked, she began to ride his face like she was riding a wave.
Every time he moaned into her pussy, the vibration from his mouth made her body jerk.
Finally, she released into his mouth with a deep moan that had her face contorted into a grimace that probably wasn’t visually appealing, but she gave no fucks.
Obviously, an expert at eating pussy, the moment she came, Block’s movements became very gentle because he knew her nub was sensitive. Once she was done having an orgasm, he licked her center one last time and came up until they were face to face.
“Good shit,” he mumbled before snaking his tongue into her mouth.
Symphony almost lost her mind as she locked her legs around his waist. As she tasted the juices that coated his lips, tongue, and mouth, Block pushed into her, and she moaned.
The kiss deepened, and Symphony’s nails sank into his back as he filled her up.
Hit and quit who? Shit, she would never beg a man to fuck with her but giving up that kind of dick and ghosting a chick should be a crime.
As they continued to kiss, Block pinned her arms above her head as he stroked her perfectly.
Not too fast and not to slow. Her clit pulsated, and Block spoke against her lips.
“You ‘bout to cum again?” Pulling back, he gazed into her eyes. “Let that shit go, shorty.” The command was gentle. It came out in a low rumble that penetrated her soul. Block continued to peer at her as he pushed in and out of her. He stared at her until she did exactly what he’d requested.
“Good fucking, girl,” he marveled. “Good ass pussy.”
He pulled out and turned her over. When he pushed into her from behind, Symphony’s head fell back. The sound effects of her gushy pussy mingled with her moans and his grunts. “You on whatever I’m on?” Block asked as he began to pound in and out of her.
“Yes, baby,” she moaned with no shame. It was probably way too soon to be using terms of endearment, but the way he was sexing her had rational thinking being tossed aside.
Reaching around her, Block placed a hand on her neck and gripped it. “So, if I say I want this shit when I want it, what you gon’ say?” he panted as he fucked her like a nigga fresh out of prison.
“I’m going to say, okay,” Symphony moaned with her eyes closed.
Block leaned in, so his chest was resting on her back. “Good fucking girl.” He stuck his tongue in her ear and French kissed it while choking her. His balls slapping against her vagina, his mouth, his roughness, had Symphony exploding for a third time.
She’d never in life had three orgasms during one sex session.
It felt as if her soul was leaving her body.
Only Block’s hold on her neck was keeping her from sinking into the mattress.
When he released a guttural moan in her ear as his body jerked, Symphony closed her eyes while his cheek rested against hers, and he tried to catch his breath. Oh yeah, she was in trouble.
After she walked Block to the door, Symphony went upstairs to take a shower.
The shower water had just been turned on when the doorbell rang.
With furrowed brows, she took the stairs two at a time thinking maybe Block left something.
Shocked was an understatement when she opened the door and found her nephew standing there.
Symphony peered over his shoulder and saw the taillights of her mother’s car.
“Um, where is your grandmother going?” she was freaked out by the fact that Mason missed Block by ten minutes if that. Symphony was grown, but there were certain things she wanted to keep to herself, and she had no clue that her mother was dropping Mason off.
Mason shrugged while walking inside the house. “I don’t know. She said she had to go somewhere.”
“Okayyyyy. Um, did she say if she’s coming back?” Mason had clothes and shoes at her house, so he didn’t need to bring a bag with him if he was staying over. Symphony didn’t mind him staying over, but she was wondering what was up with the lack of communication.
It was crazy how her mother had refrained from gambling all these years then all of a sudden as soon as they agree to both be there for Mason, she relapsed.
Maybe it was from the stress of worrying about Monique.
That could have very well been a trigger for Sonya, but Mason’s father wasn’t around.
His mother had switched up on him and now, his grandmother was on some other shit.
Symphony didn’t want Mason growing up around all kinds of addiction.
If she ended up addicted to something, she’d literally pull her hair out one strand at a time.
She knew if she confronted her mother, she’d get defensive.
The same way Monique used to get when she was confronted about her drug use.
It was a never-ending cycle of attitudes, deflecting, gas lighting, and lying.
The first time her mother was addicted to gambling, Symphony was affected, but she wasn’t expected to loan her mother money.
It didn’t bother her when her mother stayed out late gambling because then she could break curfew and stay on the phone longer than she was supposed to.
There were times her mother cut it real close with the utilities getting cut off or them running out of food, but Symphony never saw real struggle behind Sonya’s addiction.
By the time she got evicted, her kids were out of the house.
Monique didn’t go to college, but she met Mason’s father and got a job.
He hustled and with both of them making money, they got an apartment together.
Monique was smart with her money, and she used to take money from her boyfriend’s safe all the time.
When Mason was five, Monique found out her baby daddy had twins on the way with someone he swore to Monique was his cousin.
Monique broke up with him, and she had enough money saved to last for about a year and a half.
She was good on the bills and spoiling Mason.
It was around that time she started partying harder and meeting different men.
She just wanted to forget all of the heartbreak she endured because of Mason’s father.
Even when she partied three nights a week and got black out drunk, Monique was still a good mother to Mason.
Symphony wasn’t sure exactly what occurred to make her sister become addicted to pills, but she was good and hooked. And Sonya was good and relapsed.
It was annoying to Symphony that she couldn’t even bask in the afterglow of the amazing sex she had with Block.
She had been knocked off her cloud abruptly.
It was always something coming along and ruining whatever piece of peace or nostalgia that she had, and Symphony was getting tired of it.
She loved her family with everything in her, but something had to give.
The simper that lifted his mother’s cheeks made Brazil happier than he’d been in a long time. He loved his life. He was blessed beyond measure, but since laying eyes on Unique, life felt different. In the most beautiful way.
“She is gorgeous,” his mother marveled as Brazil passed her first grandchild to her.
“Yeah, she is. And tiny too. I can fit her entire body in one of my hands.” Brazil shook his head still not fully able to process the fact that he had a daughter.
His mother’s eyes never left Unique’s face as she walked over to the couch and lowered her body. “All this hair. Oh my gosh. She’s perfect.”
Brazil sat down in the recliner that sat adjacent to the couch. “You know you have to stay with me tonight, right? I’m scared to have her by myself overnight,” he admitted making his mother laugh.
“You didn’t even have to ask. My bag is already packed.”