25. Piper #2
I followed him through the foyer, down the large hall where Khalil’s accolades and favorite artists were mounted on the wall, then around the corner to the elevator.
“This house is huge. Way bigger than the one he had in Snowfall Hills, but I guess that’s to be expected when you elevate,” I noted, just to make small talk.
Donnie chuckled. “I came along much later, but from the stories he’s told me I’ve gathered that he’s always had a great background.”
“Are you guys close?”
He shook his head. “Mr. Grey and I have a strictly business relationship and mutual respect. Whatever he chooses to share with me, I listen. If he asks for my advice, I give it. Other than that, I’m just his humble servant.” He smiled just as the elevator stopped and slid open.
“Understandable.” I followed him to a set of double doors, and he opened them, extending his palm for me to go first.
“Here you are. Mr. Grey called as soon as you pulled in and told me he’s a few minutes out and should be here shortly. Can I get you anything else?”
“No, I’m okay. Thank you, Donnie.”
“You’re welcome, queen. Have a good night.”
“You too.” He left the room, and I looked around his bedroom.
Khalil’s room looked like a damn apartment.
The only thing that was missing was a kitchen.
One section was where his large California King canopy sat, along with two nightstands, table lamps, and a huge projector across from it.
The other side was set up like a living room area with a ninety-inch mounted on the wall.
I opened the double doors to the right of me to discover a huge walk-in closet with large floor-to-ceiling mirrors, a long counter with drawers, shelves, and racks of clothes and shoes for days on one side.
The other side was bare until I looked up and saw an LED light that spelled the word: Piper’s.
He thought about me.
My eyes misted knowing that even with him being angry with me, he still thought of me. How that fake fiancée let this ride was beyond me.
“I’m going to have a wardrobe team come and fill your side of the closet tomorrow.”
I spun around to see Khalil leaning against the doorframe, watching me.
“She knew about this?” I asked, pointing to my name light.
He shook his head. “I put it up after she left.”
“She had her clothes in here?”
“She didn’t live here. Whatever she brought, she kept it in the drawer or took it back with her.”
“I want to beat her up,” I said, rolling my eyes playfully but dead serious.
“No need, baby. She’s done for.” He moved inside the closet and lifted me on the counter. “Why you still got this fucking dress on, Pipe? What I tell you to do?” He bit my neck then sucked. A moan filtered from my lips as my eyes closed.
“I was going to get ready, but I went exploring.”
“Nosy ass.” He slipped his tongue in my mouth and kissed me deeply before picking me up and carrying me out of the closet, into the huge bathroom.
He set me on my feet then slipped his shirt over his head. “Take that shit off.”
I did as I was told while he walked over to the shower, hitting the setting control, then waved me over.
“Get in.”
I stepped inside while he removed the rest of his clothing. Once he got inside, no words were spoken as he lifted me above his head, and I wrapped my legs around his shoulders.
“Grab that bar above your head, mamas.” I did. “Now hold on tight and ride.” His long, thick tongue traveled up my slit, and my head fell back in ecstasy.
“Shit, baby!”
He slapped my ass. “Ride,” he demanded. My hips swirled, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as he held me by my ass and ate me like he was about to die of world hunger.
I looked down at him. The way his eyes were closed as if he was enjoying every drop of me with water dripping down on us both was a beautiful and euphoric sight to see.
“Mmm, fuck, Khalil!” I moaned. “Just like that, baby.”
“Mmmm,” he groaned, squeezing my ass and pushing his face and tongue deeper inside of me.
The tingle started at my toes then rapidly made its way up my thighs to my clit. My toes curled, head fell back, and thighs squeezed around his face as I erupted.
“Oooh, fuuuck!” I cried. Khalil slid me back down and held me in his arms while sliding his tongue in my mouth. I held on to him tightly for a while before I let him go, dropped down on my haunches, and took him into my mouth.
He sucked in a deep breath while I went to work on making him cum long and hard.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, cupping my chin and rocking his hips. “Damn, baby. That’s right. Deep throat your dick, mama.”
I opened my mouth wider and ate his dick as if I was the one starving.
“Oh, you showing the fuck out, huh? Bring that ass here.” He snatched me up, spun me around, and bent me over. “Touch them toes, mama.”
I felt him breach my entrance and braced myself. He slid into me slowly, then ended with a hard thrust. My body jerked, and my mouth fell agape.
“Shit so fucking tight and warm. If I find the nigga that came after me, just know that nigga’s a dead man. You hear me?”
“Yes!”
“Nah, say that shit louder for the neighbors down the block,” he said, pounding into me.
“Yes, baby! I hear you!”
“I ain’t talking ’cause I got lips, Pipe. I’d kill a nigga if he even said he smelled your fucking perfume.”
“You won’t, baby. I promise.”
“Good. Put that leg up on the bench. I need to make sure KJ gets home safely.”
I moved closer to the bench with him still attached to me and hiked my leg up. Khalil grabbed my ass cheeks, helping me throw it back on him. I swear, his sex had only become better over time. It was great before, but now his shit was from another time and space.
Otherworldly.
I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with happiness that I was back in his atmosphere, and we fell back into that passionate, burning love we had created all those years ago.
He was mine, and I was his.
The way it was supposed to be.
He lifted my upper body, gripped my right tit, and turned my head, kissing me slowly.
“Mmm. You feel so fucking good, mama. Our son ready to crawl in that uterus, baby. You ready to have my baby?”
“Yesss. Give him to me.”
He gritted his teeth. “He coming. Shit, Pipe!” He wrapped his arms around me tightly as I felt his dick jump, filling me with his cum. He held on to me until he came down, planting soft kisses on my neck and jawline. I turned completely in his arms and pecked his lips.
“I love you so much,” I proclaimed.
“You better,” he replied, slapping my ass. “Let’s wash, get some food, and figure out how we gon’ do this interview. Then I’ma fuck you to sleep.”
I giggled breathlessly. “Anything for you, champ.”