11. Khalil
I could feel my abs tightening, and the feel of soft lips wrapped around my dick. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but when I opened my eyes and saw Piper hunched over my lap, my brain fog lifted. All I saw was a mass of curls, a round ass tooted in the air, and big, brown eyes looking up at me.
Piper was giving me head.
Piper had my dick in her mouth.
“Fuck,” I groaned. I didn’t think I’d ever seen a vision so sexy in real time.
The fact that she knew what she was doing really warped my mind.
Not being able to withstand what was happening any longer, I grabbed a fistful of her curls and pulled her up with my other hand until we were face to face.
“What you doing, shorty?”
She blinked a few times. I could see her about to withdraw before I mashed my lips into hers. Morning breath and all, I slid my tongue down her damn throat, trying to suck her soul out through her mouth.
She moaned as my hand found that pretty pussy that was slick with her tropical juices and rubbed her clit. I lifted and slid between her legs, still kissing her deeply before detaching my mouth and sucking on her neck. I was so fucking turned on that I was considering going in her raw.
I knew I had to think smart, though. If her pussy was as good as it tasted, I wasn’t pulling out. I lifted and opened my drawer, pulling a condom from it before capturing her right nipple into my mouth. I could hear her moan, but there was tension in her body.
That alarmed me.
The last thing I wanted was for her to be uncomfortable.
Is she a virgin? Can’t be, sucking dick like that.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered.
“Nuh-nothing.”
I lifted more to look her in the eyes through the darkness of the room. “You sure? Your answer don’t sound too confident. Talk to me, baby.”
“It’s nothing major. I just—I only had partial sex before.”
I frowned in confusion. “What does that mean? I don’t think I ever heard that before.”
She leaned up on her elbows and looked at me. “I haven’t had sex since high school, and he never broke my hymen. It was too painful for me, so I never let him finish or let anyone else touch me since.”
“So . . . shit. How you learn how to—”
“Of course, I couldn’t leave him hanging. We explored in other ways,” she revealed, cutting me off.
“Damn, bae,” I huffed, drawing circles on her bare hip with my thumb.
“Khalil, it’s okay. I want to do it. I won’t stop you, even if it gets to be too painful. I’m an adult now, and since you told me I’m not just a conquest to you, I want you to be my real first.”
I waited a minute before I spoke. Since her revelation, I already knew whatever this was between us was about to escalate.
I knew these feelings I was already developing for her were about to intensify because now, I was sure her pussy was about to be the best I’d ever had.
My eyes locked in on hers so she could see the seriousness in them.
“You have to know that if you give me that gem, it’s mine forever. Like, I don’t give a fuck what life throws our way, you and this pussy will always be mine. You still want it?”
She giggled lightly. “That sounds very toxic.”
I shrugged. “Call it what you want. Ya pussy got a heart too, and once my dick touch it, it’s forever with us,” I told her seriously.
She grabbed the hairs on my chin and drove her tongue into my mouth.
She knew what that shit did to me as I maneuvered my way back between her legs.
I secured the condom, then sucked her breasts as I breached her entrance.
The thought of me being her official first gave me a sense of euphoria that I couldn’t explain.
I didn’t know where this strong desire to care for and protect Piper came from, but the moment we were forced into each other’s space, I wanted whatever it was she was willing to give me.
I’d never felt this way about any woman I’d dated, fucked, or just chilled with. I needed my moms, Drew, or my nana to make sense of this for me because I was ready to give Piper anything she asked of me.
As I bullied my way through her wet tunnel, I knew there was no other place I’d rather be than in this moment with her.
Her body locked around me once I broke through the first barrier, and her nails dug into the flesh on my back.
“Sss, ooww, shit!” she cried out softly.
I slipped my tongue in her mouth and slowly wound my hips to loosen her up more.
The more I slipped through, the deeper her fingernails went into my flesh.
We were both feeling pain and pleasure in this moment, and once I finally reached the bottom, we both let out an audible sound.
I had to pause for a moment so I wouldn’t cum fast. The way her pussy hugged my dick was too intense for me not to take a pause.
“Fuck, Pipe,” I groaned. “You good?” She nodded, and I licked her tears away. “Use your words, baby.”
“Y-yes. I’m good. Keep going.”
I obliged and rocked inside of her, feeling her body loosening with each thrust of my hips.
It wasn’t long before her palms were on my ass, and I was gliding my way to her heart.
Once I gained my rhythm, I had her legs in the crooks of my arms, giving her love strokes while her pretty face contorted into pleasure.
Right then, I knew this thing between us was signed, sealed, and fucking solidified.
Later That Morning . . .
Piper and I woke up this morning, showered, fucked again, washed, dressed, and had breakfast with my nana and Kiy before we got ready to head back to campus. Nana could sense the change between us because neither one of us could stop smiling at each other whenever our eyes met.
Yeah, I was simping hard.
I didn’t care, however. Piper was beautiful inside and out, and just thinking about what happened this morning had me ready to skip class and take her on a shopping spree.
And I was going to do just that.
I could afford to miss a day of school, and there was no practice today, so I was good.
Just watching her holding my baby, cooing at her and smiling, touched something inside of me.
Nia rarely held Kiy. The only time she’d hold her was when she cried.
There were no elongated stares or looks of adoration with her.
It broke my heart because I wanted Nia to be present in our daughter’s life and give her the love she deserved. But, as of last week, I was slowly detaching myself from that narrative. It was clear she didn’t want to be here for our baby, and I would stop trying to force it with her.
“Let’s play hooky today,” I told Piper while I dressed Kiy in her room.
“Normally, I’d say no, but I’m curious as to what you have in mind today.”
“Nothing major.” That was all I was willing to offer her.
I knew if I told her I was about to spoil her, she would protest. Women like Piper were too independent and wouldn’t be receptive to anyone doing anything for them.
I sensed that about her the moment we interacted.
She was headstrong and strong-willed, so if I told her, the plan would backfire, and I’d be disappointed.
Her lips twisted as she eyed me through the slits of her eyes. “Mmhmm.”
I chuckled. “Don’t stress, baby. Just tell me you rolling, and I got you.”
“What about missing classwork? That’s going to be so much work to make up.”
“Do you know who your man is?”
“Obviously one with a great mouth and stupendous penis.”
I laughed hard as hell and pulled her to me. “That’s right, baby. Stroke ya man’s ego.”
“As if your ego needs any more stroking.”
“I got something for you to stroke.” I grabbed a handful of her ass and kissed her neck.
“Right now?” she asked, grabbing my dick through my joggers.
I smirked. “We gotta go. I got you when we get back.” I could see the salacious smile grace her lips and wanted to cancel the plans to get back in her shit.
This shit wasn’t going to be healthy for me. Not only was I now obsessed, but I also had to protect her from the heathens of True State University.
Aka my friends.
That was something I wasn’t looking forward to, because I knew I was possibly going to have to get physical with a few of them.
They wouldn’t be receptive to me being with Piper, because our worlds didn’t “mesh” in their eyes.
But what they didn’t know was that Piper was just the kind of girl that I loved.
Their biased mentality wouldn’t understand it, but I didn’t give a fuck. I planned to stand ten toes behind her by any means.
After securing Kiyanne in her car seat, I grabbed her bag and led Piper out to my truck, saying my goodbyes to Nana.
Once we were all secured in the truck, I pulled off and headed to the bank.
The way Piper made me feel, I was about to drop some stacks on her and baby girl today, and I didn’t care how her pretty ass felt about it.
For hours, we drove around the city, stopping at different boutiques and shoe stores.
As I knew she would, Piper declined to let me spend any money on her.
We debated outside of the Louis Vuitton store for a good twenty minutes before she finally dropped her defenses and allowed me to do whatever I wanted for her.
Three LV bags, four pairs of designer heels, three pairs of Jordans, six designer outfits, and five dresses later, we decided to take a break from shopping and eat something.
We stopped at Valencia’s, an Italian spot on the Avenue. Kiyanne had fallen asleep after we left the dress shop, so instead of putting her in the stroller, I left her in the carrier, and we all headed inside.
It was 3 p.m. by the time we were seated. We looked over our menus in silence before I set mine down and looked at Piper. She had been quiet for most of the time, and that was unusual for the sassy princess.
“You good?” I asked. She nodded, eyes still searching the menu. “Use your voice, baby.”
“I’m fine.”
“Why do I get the feeling that you’re bullshitting me?”