14. Church
Church
“Why do you feel so fucking good?” He pounded into me relentlessly. We both moaned and groaned as our bodies moved in perfect sync.
“Ahh!” I panted, digging my nails into his shoulder blades.
My heart pounded in my chest as he filled me up, his thick dick stretching me in ways I feared would have me addicted to him.
The feeling of being underneath him was indescribable.
Shudders of pleasure coursed through my entire body.
The headboard creaked with every forceful thrust, threatening to go through the wall as he rammed into me.
His hands roamed over my body possessively, leaving trails of fire wherever they touched. I could feel the outline of his muscles flexing under my fingertips as I dug them into his shoulders again, urging him to go deeper still. My lips grazed his neck before sucking gently, earning myself a groan.
As he picked up pace, we became lost in one another.
I held him tightly, his body almost flush against mine as his hips slammed into me, and our moans filled the room.
The sensations were mind-blowing. His mouth found mine, and his tongue danced between my lips, teasing and taunting me before biting on my bottom lip and pulling hard.
A warm rush coursed through me. We were so close to one another, breathing the same air. The missionary position was so intimate. I fought to pull my mouth away from his to yell out, “Yes!” My back arched off the bed. He was stroking just the right spot to send me over the edge.
And then I was there. Stars burst behind my eyelids, followed by waves of pleasure crashing over me.
My legs trembled, and my limbs felt boneless.
I grunted as he slowly pulled out, crawling down my body and licking my explosion from both my thighs and my vagina.
His mouth was heaven, soothing my sensitive clit as he worked me slowly.
He took his time with me, gently coaxing me back to a fever pitch.
Before I even knew what was happening, I went over the edge in a dizzying climax, flooding his mouth with cream.
I foolishly thought he would give me the opportunity to gather myself, but the man was relentless. He coaxed me onto my stomach, hiked me up on all fours, and savagely reentered me. His hands gripped my hips, and he drove into me fast and repeatedly.
“Why are you doing me like this?” I questioned, my voice coming out like I was speaking into a fan or something.
His only response was to grab each of my breasts and squeeze the shit out of my nipples.
My coochie involuntarily locked around his dick.
My eyes slammed shut, and I came apart underneath him.
Wave after wave of pleasure caused me to tremble violently as he groaned out his own release.
Finally, he fell off me and onto the bed.
I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t even sure what to say. All I knew was that this man and his demon dick were trying to put me under some kind of spell.
“We gotta get up and get ready,” he told me after a little while.
“I’m not goin’ anywhere with you. We’re not even cool after the way you just tried to put me through the mattress.”
He chuckled. “Ain’t nobody try to put you through the mattress, lil’ mama. I was takin’ care of you.” He gathered me up in his arms. I was practically in his lap while he held me the same way someone would hold a baby. Then he proceeded to drop kisses all over my face. “I was takin’ care of you.”
I let him kiss me without resistance because the truth was that it felt good to be handled that way. It felt good to be held. “What are we doing today?”
“Heading to the District. Mari told Lex that she wants to go to D.C. for a tour of Sumners family haircare history. She wants to see where it all began—the former multi-acre campus for our offices and production factory, the building where we had our beauty school, everything.”
I sat straight up. “Ooh, I wanna see it, too.”
He laughed. “Let’s get up and get ready.”
A Few Weeks Later . . .
Taking the trip with Jones helped to solidify our connection.
Once we got back to Jackson Falls, we were about each other.
He was my man. I was his woman. As such, when it was time for the completed Humanity for Community house to be presented back to the owners, I was there for the celebration.
Truth be told, almost the entire town of Jackson Falls and Chinook Woods turned out for the ribbon cutting.
But I was there specifically to celebrate Jones’ accomplishment.
He’d headed up his first full project, and he’d done an excellent job.
I stood with my family members: my mom, Bayliss, Mr. and Mrs. Strong, Bailey, and Brewer. Also there with us were Lex, Mari, Jones’ cousin Uzziah, and Uzziah’s wife. Since Bright’s company handled the project, he stood beside Jones with the microphone in his hand.
“First, I want to thank everybody for coming out on this chilly Saturday morning. Like most of you, I grew up in this community and was a student at Jackson Woods High School. Back then, Mr. McNulty didn’t have the title of Dean of Discipline, but as a dedicated P.E.
teacher and coach, he operated in that capacity.
” The crowd chuckled while the high school students yelled out catcalls.
“When tragedy struck his family, I knew that I wanted to be of assistance. With the help of a generous grant from the cities of Jackson Falls and Chinook Woods, and with donations from the high school, the community, and a few major donors, . . . we were able to rebuild his home into a place where he and his family can continue to make new memories.” Bright went on to list the major donors and thank the volunteers.
“Before I wrap up, I just want to thank the foreman on this job. He did a great job, working with the volunteers, keeping the project on budget financially, and even managed to bring the project to a close four days before the anticipated completion date. Please give it up for Jones Sumners.”
The crowd clapped for Jones while he stood there, looking bashful but handsome as hell.
“Without further ado, Dean McNulty and Mrs. McNulty, please come up here.” Bright waved them to the repaved driveway where he and Jones stood.
The overwhelmed looking couple made their way to the front. Bright’s assistant hustled out with a huge pair of scissors, which she handed to Dean McNulty.
“We present to you, your restored home,” Bright told him. “Please cut the ribbon.”
Mrs. McNulty cried ugly tears, but I couldn’t say that I blamed her.
I probably couldn’t even imagine the amount of stress she’d been under, having her home burn to the ground.
Dean McNulty cut the ribbon, and the members of the high school band broke out into song.
Since the population of the towns and the high school were predominantly white, they weren’t playing any tune that I could recognize.
Still, watching Mr. and Mrs. McNulty get a piece of their life back did cause tears to pool in my eyelids.
Many of the people in the crowd felt overcome with emotion. There were a lot of tears, a lot of cheers, and a lot of clapping. Bright handed Dean McNulty the keys, and the crowd erupted again.
The McNultys followed Bright into their restored home, while the crowd made their way to the tents and tables that had been set up by City Hall to offer breakfast pastries, coffee, and tea. Bailey grabbed me into a hug. “Your man did good.”
I hugged her back. “He did. And so did yours. I know he covered a lot of the cost of the restoration himself.”
“He covered some.” She nodded her head. “But there really were a lot of donations. He didn’t have to do too much.
Hey, your man’s standing there by himself.
Go love on him. Let him know how proud you are of him.
Everybody deserves to have their good work acknowledged.
” She paused. “Especially by the people who mean the most to them.”
“You’re right.” I walked away from her and made my way through the crowd until I was standing next to Jones in the driveway. “Hey,” I said to him. “You did good work, boo. I’m proud of you.” I gave him a hug.
He hugged me back respectfully, fully aware of the eyes on us and the way business could travel through town at the speed of light.
But after the hug, I laced our fingers together.
I looked up at him, into his eyes and spoke.
“You did good, Jonah Sumners.” He’d brought me by the night before and showed me the finished product.
The house was everything. It was a modest home; it wasn’t a luxury build.
But the home was modern, well thought out, warm, and well done.
“You think so?”
“I know so. Everything is top tier. You did your big one.”
He chuckled and looked at me with a sparkle in his eyes that made me smile at him. It was funny to me that we’d spent so much time together during the last few weeks that we could talk without speaking. I could read his facial expressions and even his eyes.
“It’s all right for you to be proud of yourself. You’re the homebuilding-shit, boo.”
“If you say so, then it must be true.” His gaze was so soft that I started to blush.
“Why’re you looking at me like that?” I brushed a few errant strands of hair from my face and tucked them behind my ear.
“Because I like the way you see me out here working my ass off, tryna match your fly. I wanna soar next to you. I don’t ever want you to feel like you’re pullin’ dead weight.”
Before I could respond, I heard a familiar voice. “Uh, people in the crowd are staring, pointin’, and whisperin’ about the two of you,” Perkins said, joining us.
Jones tried to disentangle his fingers from mine. I refused to let him. “You ashamed of me?”
He scoffed. “Hell nah. I just don’t want your name tied to none of my bullshit.”
“You’re off your bullshit, though, right?”
“You gotta ask? When do I have time for bullshit with the way I’m tryna live in your skin? I’m all about work and Church.”