21. Patience #2
The less time I’m here, the faster Monty can take me home and go do what gangsters do all day.
After I hand her my cup of pee, she leads me all the way to the last room and opens the door.
And shock turns into surprise, then fear, before settling on elation.
Because there, in the corner chair, is my daughter’s father.
His locs are freshly retwisted in four barrel twists. His white tee is stretched over those homegrown muscles of his, and those loose grey sweatpants do nothing to hide that monster between his legs. He licks his lips as he takes me in, too, and I feel my cheeks warm.
“Come here, Paypay.”
My feet aren’t my own as I walk over to him. He stands, and as soon as I’m close enough he pulls on the hem of my crop top.
“Winter’s around the corner and you got my baby girl braving the weather.” His tone is light, but he hasn’t pulled that corner of his luscious mouth into his signature smirk.
Up close, I see the darkened circles around his eyes. I see the small but there cracks in his smooth exterior.
“We’re in California, Royce. Winter doesn’t come until January.”
He grunts as he takes my shirt off me, eyes zeroing in on my heavy breasts spilling out an old bra.
“When you coming home, Pay? Or should I call you Fox?”
He grabs the gown off the examination table and slides it on me before cupping my cheeks.
“It’s not that simple Royce… Monty–Grimey, he’s not letting me go that easily. I won’t put all of you in danger over this.”
Before he can answer, Dr. Mathis strolls in and swoons. “Whew! It’s hot in here… it’s so nice to see Black love.”
I throw a fake smile her way before I get on the table.
It’s the same song and dance. High blood pressure, but other than that, I’m healthy, my baby girl is healthy, and she gives an idle threat about bedrest I’m not listening to.
In twenty minutes she’s gone and I slide off the table and take the gown off.
“Can you hand me my shirt?”
Royce looks at my shirt before swinging that rock head of his back toward me. “Nah, shorty. I’m not done talking to you.”
The temperature in the small room goes up twenty degrees as he rises out the chair.
“Royce,” I whisper, “someone can–”
“Ain’t nobody coming in here, Paypay.” He walks past me and locks the door.
“Royce–”
“You forgot who you belong to.”
He sets me back on the table and combs his fingers through my hair.
“Royce please… he’s outside waiting for me.”
He just grips my hair and pulls my head back. Wetness pools in the seat of my panties.
“Mention another nigga in front of me again and you won’t be coming on this dick.”
When I protest, he slams his lips onto mine, and suddenly I’m pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.
I open immediately when his tongue swipes across my lips, and moan into his mouth. He devours me, dominating me in a way only he can do.
We should have been kissing way before now.
I hear my bra pop and my breasts go free. He pulls back to palm them, weighing them. When he squeezes I hiss, and finally, finally, he smirks at me.
“My baby got these growing?” He chuckles once before pulling my yoga pants down more and placing his hands on my belly. “Slow down, lil mama. Da-da gotta handle some shit before you make it earthside.”
He pulls at my pants and panties and I lift up, helping him. The trail of arousal my panties leave as they slide down is embarrassing, but all it does is ignite a fire in Royce.
He kneels in front of me and spreads my legs. “I missed you most,” he whispers before kissing my clit.
“Hey-ooo.” My smart remark turns into a moan when he dives in.
Royce eats me like a starving man. That perfect tongue of his wraps around my clit before his lips follow, and alternate between nipping and licking.
My orgasm comes quickly, and when it crests he shifts so that he drinks all my nectar and thumbs my pearl, prolonging it until I’m a trembling mess.
“So sweet, my honey apple crisp,” he hums, standing up and pulling his sweats and boxers down in one swoop.
He grabs my hips and pulls me until my ass is hanging off the table, and then proceeds to feed my greedy pussy that magic stick inch by glorious inch.
“Fuck,” he moans. “I missed you so much, baby.”
Baby. More of my honey leaks out of me as my cheeks heat. He’s called me that before as a tease, but right now, in this exam room, I hear the yearning in his tone.
I squeeze my tits and moan as he grazes something only he can get to. “I missed you, too.”
Deep, powerful strokes bring me to yet another orgasm, making me arch off the table. My brain is turned off. Only pleasure is left, radiating through my body, making it sing and praise the man before me.
He sets my legs on the ground. “Turn yo ass around.” I fumble to obey him and he collars my neck from the back, walks me backward so my belly hangs and pushes my head so my cheek is resting on the table.
“You been lying, my love. Color me shocked when I find out my princess is actually a real one. You be bangin’ too, Paypay? You know how to crip walk?”
His other hand caressing me, sliding up my ass to my hip and back. He lifts and separates my cheeks and thrusts himself into me in one go, stealing my breath.
“All you had to do was be real with me, baby. Been asking you for months about these niggas…yo brothers.” One hand squeezes my neck while the other moves under me. He strums my clit like a guitar, wrenching yet another orgasm out of me as he continues pounding me.
My eyes roll in the back of my head as I curse under my breath. That one was almost painful, and he’s showing no signs of stopping.
This is a punishment.
“Daddy, please,” I beg.
“You don’t like it when Daddy sluts you out?” He speeds up just a little, and my toes curl in my socks. “I bet all the nurses are on the other side of the door, listening in. That excite you, princess? Gotta be, the way you leaking all over me, nasty ass.”
He lets go of my neck and slaps my ass, going harder still. Fuck, that filthy mouth. Another orgasm is building from my scalp, ready to take me out.
Cool liquid drips down the crack of my ass before Royce’s finger smears it on my forbidden hole. Judging by how large it is, it’s gotta be his thumb, and I moan out his name.
“Ain’t no one touch you here, huh? Daddy gone be the first and last to have this tight muthafucka.”
He runs tight circles around my hole as he switches up his stroke, hitting a spot I’d never felt before.
“Please,” I whisper like he’s my own personal god.
“Just relax and take it, baby. Take your punishment. Let Daddy play with his favorite toy.”
Three fingers are now strumming me. Familiar pressure builds down below. I’m holding onto the table for dear life.
This man is trying to kill me.
More of his saliva runs down the valley of my booty. “You’re doing so well, baby. You should see how good you’re taking it. It’s almost over. All you gotta do is take a deep breath and let it go.”
Fuck, when he speaks so soothing like that… I want to believe him. Sweat trickles down my nose, so I know my bob is ruined. And I know Monty’s ass is probably seconds away from coming in here after me.
So I obey Royce one last time. I take my deep breath, and exhale.
Just as he slips his thumb inside me.
The burn is delicious. I’m launched off the cliff, and a guttural moan erupts from me as I come all over myself, him, and the floor.
He fucks me through it, wild, uncontained strokes before stilling, moaning my name as he twitches inside of me.
And my pussy? She takes it all, like the greedy lil whore she is.
He slides out of both my holes, making me wince and drop my entire top half onto the table. I feel him prodding me, and I think he’s scooping his cum and pushing it back inside until a sticky hand lands on my parted lips.
“Taste how good we are together,” he croons, and I oblige him, wrapping my tongue lazily around his fingers.
The sweetness of me and the tanginess of him create something intoxicating, and when I glance up at him, the smile on his face is wolfish.
He lifts me fully onto the table, where I curl into the ball and try to gather my life.