Graham’s Epilogue
“You were supposed to pull out,” Naryah fussed, throwing a pillow at me.
“Baby, you know my pull-out game is weak as hell. Don’t act like that’s something I’ve ever promised you.”
“Yeah, whatever. If I’m pregnant—”
“Whatchu gon’ do besides have my baby?”
We got into bed, and I pulled her close to me and buried my nose in her neck.
“You’re lucky I love you.”
She was pretending to be mad, but I knew better.
“I agree, I am lucky you love me. I’m the luckiest man in the world because my wife is the finest and the best mother of them all.”
Her back was against my chest, and she turned around to face me.
“Aww, baby. You’re always so sweet.”
“You bring out this side of me because I love you so fucking much, girl. When you finally accepted that you were my woman, I wanted to find the highest mountain top and shout for joy.”
“See, this is why my pussy is always wet. You’re always saying shit like that.”
“You want me to stop?”
“Hell, no.”
Naryah, Keelan, Keelani, and Que were my world. I didn’t start living until they came into my life. The past year showed me what true happiness felt like, and I was glad I waited on God to show me who I was meant to be with.
If I hadn’t gotten shot, I wouldn’t have retired for at least five more years. God wanted something different for me, and I was glad I wasn’t too stubborn to take heed. I didn’t realize how much I missed being a twenty-minute drive from my family, and I was blessed enough to start my own.
A Different Breed Boxing Studio took off immediately. We offered classes for men, women, and children, as well as mentoring for boys and girls ages ten to eighteen. As much as I loved being a police officer, a part of me wished I hadn’t waited so long to realize this dream.
Being a husband, father, and business owner fulfilled my life in ways I hadn’t imagined. Naryah was truly my soulmate, sent to me by God, and although Keelan and I didn’t share the same DNA, I was raising him with the same values my father instilled in my brother and me.
I loved him as if I planted my seeds in his mother’s womb and created him, just as I loved Keelani. If Victor ever got some act right and came back into Keelan’s life, it wouldn’t change anything about my and Keelan’s relationship. Not a soul on this earth could tell me he wasn’t my son.
“Baby, what are you doing?” Naryah asked as I dipped underneath the sheets.
“You know what time it is. Open up.”
She didn’t hesitate to open her legs, and I didn’t hesitate to latch onto her clit with my mouth and feasted until she sprayed my face with her sweet juices.
“That’s it, baby. Gimme another one.”
Eating Naryah’s pussy was good for my soul. It came in a close second to feeling her tight, slippery walls around my dick and filling her with my seeds.
I slid my tongue between her lips, sopping up her nectar, while rubbing her clit. She had a love-hate relationship with back-to-back orgasms because it sent her into a frenzy, but I already felt the next one coming on.
“Graham! Baby!”
“I know, baby. Let it go.”
Her pussy had been obedient to me since the first time I swiped my tongue across her lips, and nothing had changed. As she came, I moved up her body until I hovered above her. When I slipped my dick into her pussy, it was still pulsing from her climax.
“Why does it feel better every time?” she questioned between breaths.
I knew her question was rhetorical, but I answered her anyway.
“Because I’m a different breed, baby.”
THE END