Chapter 3 #3
I rolled my eyes at the pet names but chose to ignore him.
Using both hands, I twisted them on his shaft while I sucked the tip.
His leg bounced as he hissed and grunted, so I took a little more of him into my mouth.
I took a deep breath before I picked up the pace.
His cursing and squirming intensified, so I figured it would only be a matter of time before he finished.
“Shit, I’m about to nut. Keep sucking, little mama. Fuck.”
I went faster, praying it would be over soon, and my prayers were answered when I tasted salty slime in my mouth. Once again, I tried to lift my head, but he forcefully pushed it back down.
“Naw, you gon’ swallow this shit.” His tone turned a little more aggressive than I had anticipated.
Tears filled my eyes as he released inside of my mouth.
I kept gagging, but it was to no avail because his hold on me was tight.
His body stopped jerking, letting me know he was finished.
I could feel myself about to throw up, so I tried to tap his thigh to signal that I needed to get up.
He loosened his grip on me, and I wasted no time running down the hall to the bathroom.
I couldn’t make it to the toilet, but I made it to the sink.
I threw up everything I had eaten for dinner and probably breakfast too.
The water was running to drown out the sounds of me puking while also helping my vomit drain down the sink.
When my stomach was completely empty, I lifted my head and stared at myself in the mirror.
There was a time when I would look in the mirror and admire my beauty, but those days were long over.
The only thing I saw staring back at me was a dirty, used-up girl who had lost her way.
I was disgusted with myself and my circumstances.
The bubbly girl I used to be was slowly beginning to fade away, and I wasn’t sure if she would ever be the same.
When I finally cleaned myself up, I hesitated to leave the bathroom.
I hoped Mr. Nathan had gone back to Aunt Trina’s room, but of course, luck was never on my side for long.
He was sitting on the couch with his head tilted back and one arm over his eyes.
As soon as I entered the room, he shifted and focused his attention on me.
I felt dirty as his eyes swept over me lustfully. This shit wasn’t fair. A part of me wished I hadn’t taken his offer to help because the trade-off wasn’t worth it.
“Stop being all shy and shit. I promise I don’t bite unless you ask me to.” He chuckled as if he was lightening the mood.
It took everything in me to conceal my true thoughts and feelings.
Internally, I was cussing him out and calling him all types of perverts in my head, but externally, I was mute.
When I finally made it back to the couch, Mr. Nathan attempted to engage in small talk, but I had nothing to say.
Instead of taking it as a sign to leave me alone, he did the opposite.
He grabbed my legs and slid my body down on the couch before getting up to remove the rest of his clothes.
“Man, I’ve been dreaming about sliding in this tight little pussy. It’s about time you stopped playing hard to get. I promise it’s gonna be worth it.” Once he finished undressing, he yanked my pajama bottoms off, followed by my panties.
I lay there as stiff as a board because I already knew how this would go.
Fighting was pointless because if he was bold enough to fuck his girlfriend’s niece under her roof, he didn’t give a fuck about much.
Instead, I allowed my mind to drift to a safe place while he climbed on top of me.
Mr. Nathan didn’t waste any time pushing himself inside of me as I winced in pain.
“Fuck. It feels even better than I imagined. I promise if you’re a good girl, you won’t have to worry about anything.
I’ll take good care of you.” Mr. Nathan grunted with his hot breath blowing against my ear.
Silent tears fell down my cheeks while he pumped into my limp body.
He was much smaller than Tone, and for that I was grateful.
I zoned out, praying for the day my life would get better and my brother and I would be reunited.
Mr. Nathan picked up speed, moving erratically as he pounded into me.
After a few minutes, his back stiffened as he released inside of me.
I thought he would at least pull out, but he didn’t.
He held his position for several seconds until his penis went soft.
What was only a four-minute encounter seemed like a lifetime, but I was glad it was over.
“Whew, that was so good. I think I just found my new addiction,” he gloated, while my eyes remained trained on the ceiling.
If I had learned nothing else, it was that men were disgusting pigs, and they didn’t care whether you wanted it or not.
It was truly sickening to even think about how many other girls went through the same thing as me.
Shaylyn wasn’t lying when she said it wasn’t safe for black girls.