Chapter 18
Khrome assured Lethal that he could go to bed after everyone left, and she cleaned the kitchen.
By the time she made it up the stairs, she was worn out herself.
Khrome trudged slowly up the stairs expecting to hear Lethal snoring.
Instead, he was sitting on the edge of the bed looking through his phone.
“Goodnight,” she stopped in his doorway.
“I think we need to have a conversation.”
A lump formed in Khrome’s throat out of nowhere.
“Okay.” She had no clue what he was going to say.
Lethal hadn’t given her any reason to think he would switch up on her, but letting her guard all the way down and wearing rose colored glasses wasn’t a part of her program.
Khrome walked over to the bed and sat down beside him.
When Lethal looked over at her, Khrome’s pulse quickened. “What are we doing?”
“I’m not really sure.” If he told her they were getting in too deep and needed to pull back it would hurt her feelings, but she would understand.
“How do you feel about me?”
Khrome didn’t expect him to put her on the spot, but she was going to be honest with him.
“Keeping it a hundred you’re one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met.
Except for when you were threatening to get bitches to do me dirty,” she giggled.
“But I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.
Most importantly, I feel so good about the father you’re going to be to Lyric. That’s all I can ask for.”
“You just gave the most politically correct response I’ve ever heard,” he chuckled. Lethal grabbed Khrome’s hand and pulled her toward him.
Khrome straddled Lethal and wrapped her arms around his neck. The confident woman that he met that night in the club was back. What did she have to lose? “I’m attracted to you. I totally understand if you don’t feel the same but –“
Lethal cut her off with a kiss. He wrapped his arms around Khrome’s waist as he tongued her down like she was the last woman on earth, and he’d never get to kiss anybody else. Lethal’s dick hardened underneath her, and he broke the kiss. “If you’re not comfortable doing this, we gotta stop now.”
Khrome peered into his eyes as she decided whether or not she wanted to chance sex.
She had to get two stitches in her vagina after having Lyric, but they had dissolved weeks ago.
Before she left the hospital, the doctor gave her birth control pills because he said too many women come back to their six-week checkup pregnant.
She loved Lyric to death, but Khrome would literally kill herself if she got pregnant again so soon.
But that fact made her aware that there were many women that didn’t wait six weeks.
Khrome eased off Lethal’s lap. “Lay back.”
The sexy, confident Khrome had entered the chat, and Lethal wanted all the smoke.
He did as she asked and scooted back on the bed.
Khrome placed one knee on the bed as her teeth sank into her bottom lip.
When she reached inside of his boxer briefs and pulled out his thick, veiny, tool, her mouth watered.
Taking in him, she lifted her gaze to make eye contact with him as she stretched her throat and took in every inch of him.
Lethal hissed while lifting his head slightly to get a good look at her as she pleased him.
The desire in her orbs. The freckles adorning her heart shaped face.
Less than two minutes in, and his toes were already curling.
Even if he wasn’t insanely backed up, the fellatio would still be dubbed top notch.
Khrome moaned as sucked him slowly. Deliberately.
“Fuck,” he groaned letting his head fall back onto the pillow.
When she gagged then spit on his dick his stomach caved. Khrome cleaned up the mess with her mouth and when she cuffed his dick and began rotating her hand, his body jerked just a bit.
“I’m about to cum, shorty.”
Khrome popped him out of her mouth and kept jacking him off. She sucked one ball into her mouth and sucked gently. Running her tongue along his shaft, she took him back in her mouth and increased the speed of her sucking. Lethal’s groans got deeper, and she prepared herself for what was to come.
“Mother fuck, Khrome,” he hissed as his seeds spilled into her mouth.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm,” she hummed and continued to suck causing aftershocks that made Lethal feel like a bitch.
Taking her time, she cleaned him up while trying to brace herself for the main course.
Khrome backed off the bed and removed her clothes.
When she laid back down, Lethal lowered his body until his face was directly in front of her pussy.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, and Khrome bit her bottom lip.
Lethal sucked as much of her flower as he could in his mouth before releasing her and circling his togue over her nub.
Smearing her own essence all over her mound with his mouth, Lethal made a mess to clean up.
He licked, sucked, slurped, and moaned into her pussy until her legs were shaking, and she was releasing into his mouth.
She had given birth to his child. He hadn’t had unprotected sex since her, and he had already been checked for STD’s.
Lethal didn’t want to use a condom. He wanted to feel every bit of her.
Staring into her eyes, Lethal pushed into her slowly.
Fuck, she was tight. Sometimes men assumed that women would be loose after childbirth but with Khrome that was far from the truth.
As he pushed into her inch by inch, he peered intently looking for signs that he was hurting her.
There weren’t any, but he still wanted to make sure.
“You good?”
“I’m good,” she whispered before he snaked his tongue into her mouth.
When he was all the way inside her they moaned simultaneously.
He didn’t remember the sex part of the night she got pregnant, but if she was coming that night like she currently was, he could see why he didn’t pull out.
She was warm, wet, and tight. Lethal increased the pace of his strokes. He was claiming this pussy as his.
She would never have to steal, scheme, or scam again.
She’d also never be abused again unless he wasn’t the man for her, and she chose to take up with someone else.
Lethal stroked her like he wanted her to know she was safe with him.
Mind, body, and soul. Just like he’d handled Cam, he’d handle any other person that tried to bring her harm.
“You feel good, baby,” she moaned.
“I do?” he asked a rhetorical question before placing a sensual kiss on her lips. “This my pussy?”
“It’s yours. It’s been yours,” she whined.
Knowing that he wasn’t hurting her, turned Lethal into a different kind of beast. Pulling out of her, he stood. “Bend over and touch your toes,” he panted.
Khrome obliged, and the sight of her plump ass made his dick jump. Lethal rubbed his mushroom tip up and down Khrome’s pussy a few times before finally filling her back up.
“Oh. My. God.” Her words came out choppy as he hit her from the back.
Lethal smacked her left cheek. He moaned as she got even tighter. Lethal knew what was about to happen, and he slowed down his strokes. They became deeper. A little more deliberate. “Cum all on this dick,” he urged.
Khrome gripped her ankles harder and tried not to topple over as her clit swelled, and she felt like her knees would give out.
“Shit, baby!” she yelled as her body shivered. “Lethal, fuckkkkkkkk,” she was on the verge of tears.
Lethal waited for her coochie to stop spasming before pulling out of her and lying flat on his back. Knowing she would be sore in the morning, she didn’t even care as she sauntered toward the bed with a lustful gleam in her eyes. It was about to be a long night, and she didn’t even care.
The next morning, Lethal sat in the kitchen perturbed by more than one thing.
The first thing was the fact that no matter how tired he was, his body didn’t let him sleep past eight a.m. After trying to go back to sleep for twenty minutes to no avail, he trekked into the kitchen to make a strawberry banana smoothie.
He sat on a stool that was placed at his island.
He wanted to see highlights, reels, and social media posts about the fight.
The moment Lethal saw all the times his name had been tagged he got an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He knew a lot of people would be talking about the fight, but trashy gossip blogs rarely posted about him.
To see so many mentions coming from a post made by that kind of page had Lethal feeling on edge.
The moment he clicked on the page, a sigh of relief made the tension leave his shoulders.
The article wasn’t necessarily good, but it wasn’t anything he didn’t already know.
Khrome entered the kitchen, and he looked up.
She was dressed in a baggy blue sweatsuit ready to go to the hospital and visit Lyric.
“Hey,” she stated slowly wondering why he was looking at her like that. She couldn’t read his expression, and she instantly wondered if he regretted sleeping with her. Khrome hated constantly being on edge and always thinking the worst.
“We’ve been out together quite a few times, and I guess nosey muhfuckas finally put two and two together. They found you.”
Khrome’s heart raced as Lethal held out his phone.
Who had found her? With legs that felt like lead, she moved in his direction wondering just what was on the phone.
When she took it from him, all Khrome saw was three of her mugshots.
They had been placed on a gossip site with the caption: Is boxing’s heavyweight champion dating a felon?
Khrome’s chest tightened as she stared at the pictures. She had long ago stopped caring about what people said about her, but she didn’t want her past affecting Lethal’s career.