Chapter 6
KEEGAN
Ihad satiated my appetite earlier when I had my first real taste of Chyna. Still, I knew I needed to feed my family, so here we were at Dough Boyz Pizza after a long day at work.
My family.
How did that happen so quickly?
I guessed I knew the answer to that. From the moment I saw Chyna, I liked her more than I should. When I got to know her, I looked at her as family. I saw the quiet ways she struggled and the softness of her, and it made me want to protect her and give her an easy life.
She had no idea that her annual raises were larger than her co-workers and that I had been trying to get the head of HR retired for the past two years so she could step into that role.
I wanted . . . no, needed Chyna to be financially secure and to not have to work so hard.
Really, if I had it my way, I would have told her to quit her job and I’d take care of her, but I knew she wouldn’t go for that.
At least not as my friend, or whatever it was we were doing prior to last night.
Now, though, maybe she would. I wanted nothing more than to see her relaxing on a day-to-day basis, reading, watching TV, hell, knitting .
. . whatever her heart desired. I made more than enough money for both of us . . .
“Daddy?”
KJ’s little voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah, Junior? What’s up?” I asked.
“You’re not eating.” He pointed at my plate where a full slice of pizza sat.
“Observant lil nigga,” I mumbled. Chyna elbowed me. I glanced at her. “What?”
“Watch your mouth.”
I frowned. “I ain’t know my mama was at the table.”
“Her not your mama. Her my mama,” Liam said. I glanced at him and saw that both the boys had sauce all over their face.
“Tell her, not me,” I said as I jammed my thumb in Chyna’s direction.
The boys insisted on sitting by each other, which left me and Chyna in a booth, side by side.
Chyna rolled her eyes and continued to eat. I took a bite of my pepperoni pizza as my hand slid down and landed on Chyna’s thigh. I felt her stiffen next to me. She tried prying my hand off her. Not a chance.
I massaged up her thigh, close to her pussy, when KJ interrupted me once again.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Son?” I asked, trying not to catch an attitude with him.
“You smiled a lot today.”
My brows furrowed. “I did?”
KJ nodded. “You not smile normallally.”
“You mean normally. And yes, I do.”
KJ shook his head adamantly. “Not with your eyeballs.”
Chyna giggled, and I mugged her. “Fuck he mean?”
“Language, Kee. Seriously. These two will be cursing in day care in no time, listening to you.”
“Aight, man, my bad, but what he mean?”
She shrugged. “He’s really observant. Maybe he just means that when you normally smile, you don’t really mean it. You never heard of a smile reaching your eyes?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“You smile with your eyeballs when Doll’s around,” KJ commented.
I squeezed Chyna’s thigh. “I smile wit’ somethin’ else too.”
Chyna slapped my chest with the back of her hand. “Keegan!”
“What, Mama? What him say?” Liam asked.
“Nothing.” Chyna shook her head and did her best to hide her smile.
“Kee, color,” Liam said, sliding his kid’s menu over to me.
“I don’t color,” I said, looking at the sheet of paper. There was pizza sauce and bits of cheese on it. I grimaced. I swear I loved kids, especially these boys, but why the hell did they have to be so damn messy?
“You not eating, Daddy. Color,” KJ co-signed.
I sighed and pushed my plate away and grabbed one of the crayons from the table.
Several minutes later, I heard light giggles coming from my left. I looked at Chyna and asked, “What?”
She burst out laughing. “You should have seen yourself. You were so concentrated.” I glanced down at the picture and noticed that I really had been taking the shit seriously. I outlined, shaded, added shadowing, and some more shit. “Your tongue was even poking out as you colored the horse’s tail.”
She laughed, but I frowned as I looked at the picture, focusing on the horse’s tail. It was blue because I only had red, green, and blue to work with, but the details in the individual hairs were on point.
“You laughin’ now. Wait ’til I get you alone since you think shit’s funny,” I whispered only loud enough for her to hear.
That shut her right up. That pretty red tint flushed her skin, and I smiled in triumph.
“Wow, Daddy. You color good,” KJ said as he snatched the picture from me.
“Good job, Kee,” Liam said, giving the picture an appraising look.
Chyna grabbed it and looked it over with a slight smile. “I think we should hang it on the fridge.”
The boys cheered at that idea, and Chyna’s pretty ass was back to laughing.
Yeah, aight, Doll. We gonna see where that smile is tonight when I’m digging all up in that pretty ass pussy.
“Chyna, why you playin’ wit’ me?” I asked as I stepped into her room without knocking.
I had three guest rooms in my house for when my cousin or best friend and his wife came over and got too lit. My circle was small as hell, but it was important to me that they were comfortable when they came over.
Chyna was put up in the nicest guest room with her own personal bathroom. Currently, she had been on her way into the bedroom from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her.
After dinner, we watched a movie with the boys and got them ready for bed, this time making sure their asses were actually asleep and not running around the house like silent ninjas and spying on folks.
Chyna mentioned going to take a shower, but that was over an hour ago.
My patience wore thin. Lunch had been hours ago, and I was starving.
I stared at her and waited for her to answer.
“Uh . . . I’m not? I just got out of the shower.”
“You been up in here runnin’ up my water bill this whole time?” I asked, looking around suspiciously.
She frowned and popped her hand on her hip. “You worried about the water bill all of a sudden? Do I need to move out since I’m such a burden?”
Those words hit me right in my chest. Now that I thought about it, I never wanted her and Liam to move out, but I would revisit that at another time.
In three long strides, I stood in front of her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She looked up at me defiantly.
“Nah, man. That ain’t what I meant. I just ain’t know what was taking you so long. I thought we were gonna kick it tonight.”
“Kick it or fuck?”
My dick hardened. “You got a potty mouth like that, girl?”
She held my gaze with a hardened stare for a minute longer before she smiled and shook her head as she tried to push me away. “Move, Kee, since you wanna be an ass.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” I kissed her neck. “I guess I get a bit grumpy when I ain’t had you in a while.”
“You’ve never fully had me,” she replied, looking at me like I was crazy.
Maybe I was.
“You know what I mean.”
She finally broke free and giggled. “Relax. I was just talking to Icelynn. She reminded me that I was supposed to host her birthday party this weekend. I completely forgot, with everything going on, so now I have to figure out some new birthday plans for her on top of everything else.”
“Have it here.”
“What? No, I can’t do that. I’m already imposing enough. Hell, you’ve already helped me out enough. Mr. Chang sent over the new lease addendum, and it said everything you promised. I don’t know how you even managed to pull that off.”
I pulled her into me again. “I told you, baby, I got people in my back pocket. You good wit’ me. Now, like I said, throw her party here. It’s all good. I’ll even invite my niggas, and we’ll make a thing of it.”
“You sure? It was just going to be me, my sister, and my cousins. You don’t have to invite more people if you don’t want. Icelynn is cool with it being something small.”
I shook my head. “We’ll make it a party. That way we can meet each other’s people.”
Her brows rose. “Oh, it’s that serious?”
I chuckled. “You ain’t hear what I said in my office earlier?”
“I heard. I just didn’t know you were that serious.”
“Let me show you how serious I am about you, Chyna Doll. Come on.”
I took a step back and reached for her hand.
She looked at me curiously. “I should get dressed.”
“You don’t need clothes, baby. Come on. My patience is running out.”
Finally, she grabbed my hand. I led her down the hall and to my room. Once inside, I locked the door so no secret ninja spies could infiltrate this secret mission. When I turned to her, I said, “Drop the towel.”
Before she could protest, I dropped my pajama pants and pulled off my T-shirt. Her mouth hung slightly open as she took me in. Then, finally, she slowly peeled off her towel and let it hit the ground.
Fucking perfect.
Those were the only words that came to mind and kept rolling around my head on repeat as I advanced toward her.
This was my moment. The moment I knew that would change my life forever.
Once I entered Chyna, I knew my mission would be to marry her and hopefully pop a couple more babies up out of her.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered as I cupped her face.
My dick poked her in her stomach, and I watched as she bit her lip and looked down between us. With the softest hand I’d ever felt, she grabbed my hardness. I had to bite down to stop from moaning like a bitch, but when she stroked my shaft with her small hand, a moan slipped out anyway.
“It’s so big,” she muttered before she dropped to her knees.
That took me completely by surprise. My eyes damn near bucked out of my head when she spit on my dick and massaged her hand over it as her head dipped and she sucked my balls.
My toes curled, and I swore I saw stars.
When her mouth found the tip of my dick, my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
She couldn’t quite deep throat my entire length, but baby held her own.
Just when I thought I would cum, I pulled her up and nudged her sexy ass toward the bed. I had so many questions about who the fuck had taught her how to suck dick like that, but I held them in as I dipped my head to her pussy and got another fill of her.
“Daddy,” she whispered before her back arched and she moaned.
I felt like I could cum just from hearing her call out to me like that, but I held it together.
When she came, I didn’t linger down there, though I could have eaten her out all night.
My dick was too thirsty to touch something wet, and although her mouth had done a good job, I wanted to properly meet her pussy.
I thanked God that we were both caught up on our testing and that we didn’t need to waste any time on getting that out of the way.
I lifted one of her legs so it sat in the crook of my arm and slid into her. It took some patience to get up inside her fully, but once I did, I moaned. This shit was better than I ever expected.
“You good, baby?” I asked.
“Yeah.” She moaned and clung to me.
“Good because I’m about to give you some long, deep strokes. Can you handle that, Doll? Huh? Tell Daddy if you can handle it,” I urged as I rocked into her.
“I can handle it, Daddy. Shit . . .”
Her voice, the way she spoke to me, the way she tasted, smelled, and felt . . . it was all a setup to turn me into a minute man. I gritted my teeth and focused as I rocked into her slowly. Her legs shook already, signifying another release.
“That’s right, baby. Cum for Daddy. Cum on Daddy’s dick . . . You such a good girl for that. I need you to do it again for me. Can you do that?” I asked after I felt her pussy clench around me.
She nodded, and I resumed my pace of rocking into her slowly.
I looked down at her as she matched my movements.
I swear to God I fell in love at that moment.
Or maybe I had been in love, and I just now realized it.
I didn’t know. All I knew was that when I looked down at her, I saw my entire future play out.
I watched her for a long time. We both got lost in the experience, kissing each other and taking each other in. Finally, she murmured, “I’m cumming again, Daddy.”
“I know, baby. Daddy can feel it. I’ma cum wit’ you, okay? Where you want it? Huh? You want it on your pretty face, or you want Daddy to cum inside your pussy? Huh? You want me to flip you over and nut on yo’ ass? What you want, baby?”
“Cum inside your pussy,” she muttered.
And damn if I didn’t. Her words made me nut the fuck up in two seconds flat.
When we both got our breathing under control, I leaned down and kissed her before I pulled out of her and immediately went to the bathroom to turn on the shower. I knew if I lay my ass down next to her, I would go the fuck to sleep.
Once the shower was hot enough, I walked back into the bedroom where Chyna was on her way to sleep. I chuckled and picked her right up from the bed. I kissed her forehead as I walked toward the bathroom.
“Shower first, love. I say we call in to work tomorrow so you can sleep in. You earned it.”
“I say you’re the boss,” she mumbled.
I laughed, not remembering a time when I’d ever felt so free.