Chapter 11
Verse Eleven
Following a night where Donovan had taken her to higher heights no other human had done, Chaney woke up smiling as the sun seeped into their room and rested upon her face.
She could barely move with his legs intertwined with hers while he lay partially across her body.
For a few seconds, she shielded her face until her bladder reminded her that it needed to be relieved.
She gently pushed him on his back. He mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep, where light snores quickly followed.
She scooted off the bed and smiled at the trail of clothes and shoes from the door to where they lay in the bed.
While she’d never dismissed her attraction to women, with ease, she drank Donovan’s calm and chocolate presence in.
Just that quickly, relieving her bladder was no longer a priority when her eyes landed on that smooth, dark magic stick that made her press her teeth into her lower lip.
Even flaccid, it was still beautiful. As she took it in her hand, its thickness and heaviness caused her mouth to salivate.
She crawled in front of him and rested on her knees, not long before she wrapped one hand around his length.
He soon groaned and stirred in his sleep as his erect penis hardened in her hand.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” she whispered, almost afraid to wake him.
She never knew a peace could come from another human being that not only calmed her but cradled her soul.
She eased her hand even more firmly around his penis, her jaws giving way as she knelt down and nervously licked the tip of his beautiful, mushroom head.
She’d be the first to admit that her fellatio skills weren’t that great.
Her first attempt was the night before, and despite her lack of skill, Donovan was patient as he gently coached her.
She lowered her mouth even further, then slowly took him in while her hand delicately covered the lower part of his shaft. Remembering to relax her mouth, she eased down as much as she could before a slight gag reflex halted her.
“Fuck.” He grunted with half-open lids. “That’s that shit that will have me catching bullets for your ass, Young D. Suck daddy’s dick like you want to die on it.”
She smiled, then pushed his shaft toward the roof of her mouth. He hissed at the feel of her tongue and lips around his girth and length.
“Hey.”
“Hmph?”
“I love you, and that’s on Genny’s ass.” She smiled with a mouth filled with him.
Genny was his mother. She was a teenage mother who gang banged harder than he ever could in her heyday as she struggled to care for three sons.
Chaney never knew she’d enjoy sucking dick until he taught her how to suck his, and she did it well.
“Is that so?” She gently sucked his swollen mushroom head, causing his toes to curl.
“Baby—ahhhh, fuck.”
He grunted as she slowly bobbed her head up and down his shaft while she massaged his testicles with her hand.
The softness of her hand, coupled with the softness of her tongue, had him close to tears.
He then sat up on his elbows, opening his mouth every time her full lips wrapped themselves around his dick.
As their eyes latched onto each other, she stopped and released a load of spittle from her mouth. As it dribbled down her chin onto his penis, she whispered, “I love you, Donovan.”
He cried out like a bitch when her mouth sleeved his entire shaft. That gag reflex was a thing of the past as her mouth rested against his abdomen. He began to thread his fingers in her hair and drag his fingernails against her scalp, causing her to moan while he grew even more inside of her mouth.
“Chaney, baby. Shit, ma. Got damn!” he belted, fucking her face like a madman. He sat up long enough to watch her rub her fingers vigorously against her clitoris. That act alone had him close to flooding her mouth with his spill.
“That’s enough,” he pushed out through gritted teeth. He then snatched her head off his penis, causing it to bob back and forth in the air.
She cackled, wiping the spittle from her mouth until he pulled her up and eased his shaft inside of her from underneath.
“Deeeeeee!” she cried out. “D, baby. Oh, shit! Oh, shit!” she yelped as he worked his hips, gliding in and out of her. It was like magic, her pussy swallowing him then reappearing while she threw her head back.
“Look at me, baby.” He pulled her face toward his by the chin and tongued her down.
He felt high yet still grounded, grounded in her love and in that good pussy she was giving him. If he died in her love, he’d be more than happy with life as long as he had a chance to love and be loved by her.
“Say it again.” He crashed his mouth against hers once more before staring deeply into her orbs. “Say you love me again.”
Chaney relayed it as much as she could while their tongues danced in each other’s mouths. She was so full—full of happiness when she gasped, and tears rained down her cheeks. He quickly stopped and leaned back with knitted brows.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“I-I don’t know,” she stammered and panted, trying to catch her breath. “I don’t…”
“I do.” He smiled, sliding his tongue across his lower lip.
“You do?”
“Hell yeah.” He cupped her face, admiring her rose-colored cheeks. “You love me, and I love the fuck out of you. You don’t trust it, but you can.”
“How do you know?” she whispered, lowering her gaze.
“I’m still here when I have reason to fall back. You, too, but you’re here, too. We have plenty of baggage but not enough to deprive the other of what they deserve.” A smile threatened to form when he rubbed his nose against hers. “It’s always gonna be me and you, baby. Okay?”
She nodded.
“Now, remember what daddy said, and cry while you’re on this dick.”
When he did, he swirled his hips hard. She whimpered with joy as his hand rested against her lower back to the point where she couldn’t move. His penis began to hit places she never knew existed inside of her.
“Cry on daddy’s dick, baby. Do that shit.”
Like a boat on a rough sea, he plunged into her pussy as her body trembled. He bit, licked, and sucked all over her breasts. Her nipples pebbled against his tongue as they bounced against his mouth.
“Donovan, baby. I’m cumming, daddy. Shit.”
Her body tensed just before she came like a flood, his seed spilling forcefully as her walls clamped around his dick.
The entire time, he sucked and bit her neck, marking his territory.
She used to hate it, but she loved sporting war wounds from their love-making sessions.
Throughout the day, whenever they were apart, she’d take a peek and smile about how loved she felt.
“I love you, daddy. Fuck!” She held on to him as sweat covered their bodies, reveling in his sweet whispers of him loving her back as her body fell limp in his arms.
Once he lay Chaney back on the bed, she curled up in one position as if she were unable to move. Donovan couldn’t help but laugh as he watched the results of his work. He then leaned over and pulled the comforter over her body, only after admiring all the tattoos and bite marks she bore.
Her body was sick. He wondered how the fuck no man had scooped her up and held her down before him.
He, however, was beyond elated that they hadn’t, even more that she’d chosen him.
In his eyes, a bitch like Kaleela didn’t count.
She couldn’t have, since Chaney’s pussy was tighter than a peephole the first time they made love.
Walking to the bathroom to relieve himself, he grabbed his cell.
He advised Scooter that he’d be off the grid for a few days, but he still had responsibilities, such as checking in on his family.
As he stood in front of the toilet, relieving himself, his cell began to vibrate.
Once he was done, he checked it. It was Sashay.
“What the fuck does she want?”
He was contemplating answering, but after the conversation he and Chaney had, he had nothing to hide. He’d just tell her whenever she woke up.
“Yeah, what’s up?” Her response was a loud wail that pierced his ears, forcing him to take the cell away from his ear.
“Hey, hey! Shay?” he replied, trying to calm her down. “What’s wrong with you?”
“It’s-it’s granny.” She whimpered. “The paramedics just—Oh, God!”
“They did what? What the fuck is wrong with Granny, Shay?”
“I don’t know! She stopped breathing! Please, Dread Man. Please, come. I—I need you. What if she—”
“Ain’t no ‘what if’? Don’t say that.” He shook his head, dragging one hand through his locs. “Granny strong as fuck. You know that.”
“Maybe not this time. She’s at Jackson. You know how they are.”
He did. They were known for trauma, mostly gunshot wounds, with hallways filled with cops but they were also known for killing motherfuckers.
Their malpractice rate was higher than the average hospital in the nation.
The doctors were overworked and underpaid, coupled with staff who secured degrees from unaccredited schools.
For those in the hood, it was all they had.
“Fuck. I’m on my way.”
He quickly opened the bathroom door, seeing Chaney, who sat up with a creased forehead, rubbing her eyes.
“Everything’s okay?”
He huffed as he made his way to her. “No, but we have to go, baby.”
“Why?”
He felt his cellphone vibrating. He knew it was Sashay without checking, and he didn’t want to. If he didn’t make it before her grandmother’s untimely demise, he’d never forgive himself.
“An emergency back in Miami. Trust me, Chaney. I wouldn’t go if I didn’t need to, but remember what I told you about meeting Shay’s granny?”
“Meeting her now? Like right now?”
“Baby, please. Just come with me.” He started moving around, looking for his boxers first, before he sat on the bed. “She might not make it,” he whispered, his head hanging low.
She could hear the pain in his voice, her heart breaking for him. She rushed to the bathroom, found a clean towel, and commenced to cleaning herself up as quickly as she could. By the time she was done, he was dressed and on his cellphone.
A pout naturally formed as she stomped toward her suitcase, pulling her clothes out. When she went past him, he caught her arm, both brows hiked. She couldn’t hear what was being communicated, but he replied “yeah” and “un huh” every few seconds.
“Make me fucking sick.” He yanked her by the arm and cuffed her by the chin before he kissed her.
“Fucking behave. I love you.”
“I love you too.” She sighed, praying not only for Sashay’s grandmother but for them, too. Just when it seemed like they were on the right path, the unexpected from their past showed up, and soon, in more ways than one.