Chapter 32
“Hey, hey…breathe, man. Breathe. You look like you’re about to pass out. Shit, where you say he lives? We need to call nine-one-one. Hey! Listen, you can’t die. I ain’t met you yet. Fuck!” The man, my…father, was talking. I could hear him, but I couldn’t make my eyes focus on the phone.
“I…I gotta go. I…can I call y’all back or something? I…my stomach feels fucked up,” I mumbled.
Without waiting for a response, I ended the call, dropped my phone, and raced to the bathroom, barely making it in time to empty my stomach into the toilet. Then came the tears and the dry heaving. Next, the screaming. I was fucking losing my mind. Was that normal? Did people usually go insane upon meeting a long, lost parent. Or was it all just too much?
My mother is dead.
She didn’t throw me away.
Neither did my father, who is not dead.
My father is alive.
I saw him.
He looks like me.
No, that’s not right.
I look like him.
I sat on the bathroom floor, my mind reeling, my stomach working overtime to toss up phantom contents for longer than I realized before I thought of my lady.
Ishmia.
I need to tell Ishmia, but she’s got a show.
Her show.
Fuck!
I scrambled to my feet, rushed to grab my phone, and was heading to the front door when it eased open to reveal my love, my everything, looking disheveled—mascara smudged, eyes swollen. Before I could say a word, she fell into me.
“Where the fuck were you? Where were you?!” she sobbed.
“I was here. I got caught up in some bull?—”
She cut me off by grabbing my face and pulling it down to hers in a frantic, uncoordinated kiss.
My, “wait, baby,” was said against her mouth, making me sound like I was gagged or something.
Her hand met my crotch as she squeezed my junk through my pants. Then she grabbed my hand, placing it on her breast through her jumpsuit. She kept kissing and groping me, and I kept trying to find the strength to make her stop. I needed to know what was wrong, what had happened to her. I needed to fix whatever this was for her, but as much as I needed to do those things, I also needed what she was offering. I needed the pleasure, the relief, and the bliss I would only get from this one thing. So, I stopped trying to fight it, fully giving myself to the process, kissing her hungrily, savagely. The quiet of our home ended, replaced by desperate moans, grunts, and whimpers. I was the one to introduce a new sound—the ripping of fabric as I destroyed that fucking jumpsuit. I was sure it came from some designer, but I didn’t care and neither did she, since she whispered, “Yes.”
As I crowded her against the front door, my mouth on her neck and both my hands full of titty, I felt her panicked effort to undress me, her hands shaking and fumbling. So, I backed away, snatching the t-shirt over my head, dropping it along with my jeans and underwear, kicking them…somewhere. We kissed again, this time with a heightened sense of urgency.
I felt her try to pull away, and I stopped the kiss, asking, “You change your mind?” through labored breaths.
“No, I wanna suck your dick,” she panted.
“Not this time,” I grunted, lifting her from the floor and carrying her to the sofa. “I need you to ride me.”
In a tick, my ass was sinking into the sofa, she was straddling me, and I was deep inside her pussy as she rode me, grinding and rolling her hips, moaning loudly with her head thrown back. My hands gripped her hips as I leaned in to nibble at her nipple. This? This was paradise and a got damn mood-altering drug all rolled into one. She was so good. So. Fucking. Good.
“This shit right here? I swear this is why we were put on this rock. It’s too right. It’s just too right not to be fate,” I rambled, endorphins crowding every inch of me. “You’re my destiny, my soulmate, my first and only love.”
She lowered her head, fresh tears falling from her eyes as she grabbed my shoulders and slowed her ride, grinding slow and hard…slow and hard, her mouth dropping open and her body growing rigid. Her head fell between her shoulders again as she screamed through clenched teeth, “I love you-I love you-I love youuuuuuu!”
The pulsing of her pussy around my dick made me lose what was left of my addled mind, causing me to reach around and grip the globes of her ass, orchestrating her ride as she collapsed against me, now sobbing my name. I worked and worked and worked until my ass shot up off the sofa, my nuts tingling as they prepared to empty, and when they did, I roared like a wild fucking animal.