Chapter 28
Kass
When she reached for my hand, it caught me off guard, not because I didn’t expect it, but because of the way she did it.
She moved carefully, like she was testing if I’d pull away.
I didn’t. Her palm was warm against mine, her fingers curled around my wrist like she was holding onto something she didn’t want to lose.
While still holding my hand, without saying a word, she turned toward the hallway that led to her bedroom.
I followed. Each step felt heavier than it should’ve, and not from nerves either, but from knowing this moment meant something.
I could feel it in how quiet she’d gone and how every few seconds she’d glance back to make sure I was still there.
It had been a minute since I took something down, and my dick was ready to explode, just off this intimate, sexy ass moment.
When we stepped into her room, her scent was everywhere. She turned to face me. “Kassidy…”
“Yeah?”
Her lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, she exhaled slowly, that shaky kind of breath that comes from trying to let go of something heavy.
I took a step closer, closing the space between us.
My hands found her waist, and the curve of it fit perfectly beneath my palms. She looked up at me.
This time, her eyes read something else. Uncertainty.
“You sure?” I asked quietly.
Her nod was slight, but it was certain. “Yeah… I’m sure.”
She seemed like she wanted to take things slow.
So, I didn’t rush either. I just brushed my thumb across her jaw, tracing the line of her face.
When her eyes fluttered shut, I leaned down and kissed her.
The kiss was deep and slow, and as we kissed, I walked her to the bed until the back of her legs hit the surface.
Once it did, I eased her down on the bed.
I made sure to take my time with her because it wasn’t about proving anything.
It was about presence. I wanted her to know she was wanted, and I meant all of her.
Once her back was flat on the bed, I climbed on top of her, kissing her from her lips down to her waist. Light moans escaped her lips, and that shit had me so turned on.
My mind was screaming, ‘Pull the lace to the side and eat that pussy,’ but I wanted to pace myself.
I wanted her to enjoy every single second of this moment.
I stood from the bed and pulled my shirt over my head, and then in one swift move, I came out of my pants and drawers.
“I forgot what it feels like to be touched like this,” she admitted as she looked up at me standing beside the bed.
“Then let me remind you,” I said just before I climbed on top of her.
While I cupped her face and kissed her deeply, she put her hands over my shoulders and back.
Her touch was soft but sure. The kind that could melt steel if you let it.
As I touched every curve, every breath, and every sound she made had my chest tightening and my mind slipping somewhere between peace and hunger.
Before I could do anything, she flipped me over, and now I was the one lying on my back.
She inched lower to the bed until my soldier was right in front of her face.
“Mama, what you doing?” I whispered.
This was supposed to be my show to run, but I could see that she had other plans.
She looked up at me through her lashes, and before I knew it, she was taking me into her mouth.
I’ll be damned if that didn’t knock the wind out of me.
I was about to nut up, so I grabbed her.
It was my turn to please her. I was supposed to be the one who had her calling out my name.
She used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth before I guided her to lie down.
While kissing her, I pulled her lace to the side to see if she was ready for me.
I pulled away from our kiss to bite my bottom lip when I felt how juicy her peach was.
When I placed my pointer and middle finger on her lips, she sucked my fingers clean. She was so damn nasty, and that was perfect for me. I grabbed my tool and then slowly started to push into her garden.
“Kassidyyyyy,” she moaned.
I swear, my knees almost gave out. Her pussy was so wet and tight; it had me ready to sing like Maxwell in “This Woman’s Work.
” What did that nigga say? Uhhhhuhhhhh… yeah, that shit was about to slip out of my mouth once I was fully in.
She dug her nails deep into my back while I dug out her middle.
“Wait…”
“Why are we waiting, Mama?”
“Papa, please…”
Shit, she sounded so damn sexy calling me that. I swear I was about to nut in this pussy and make her a mother of two.
“Kassidyyyy,” she whined.
I took her leg and tossed it into my forearm like it weighed nothing.
“Whoa, wait. I’m almost three hundred pounds.”
Challenge accepted. I dug deeper and lifted her arm a little higher.
“I don’t give a damn about that.”
I worked my hips in a circular motion. I knew I was hitting her spot by the way her eyes started to roll.
“Fuckkkkk, I’m—”
“You cummin… I know.”
I could feel that shit before she even gave me the warning. I really didn’t want our first time to be a quickie, but it would have to be because I could feel the nut building from my balls. When her legs started shaking, I kissed her deeply as I ground into her.
“Cum for me, Papa.”
Shit. I stopped kissing her to focus because a nigga wasn’t trying to nut yet. She grabbed both sides of my face in her hands.
“Look at me while you fucking me.”
“Mama… stopppp,” I pleaded.
“Mmm mmmm.”
She started doing this little grind shit with her hips under me.
“Cum for me, Papa,” she asked again.
She wouldn’t have to ask a third time. In a few more strokes, I backed out and nutted all over her titties.
This woman was wearing the widest smile I had ever seen.
While looking me in the eyes, she took her middle finger, scooped up some of my nut, and then put it into her mouth.
I stared at her for a moment, all out of breath.
I wondered if I had hit the jackpot or something; she was just as nasty as I was.
After I watched her get all my mess off her chest, I just kissed her when she finished.
I got up from the bed and walked butt ass naked to her bathroom to piss and get her a warm rag.
When I closed the bathroom door, I saw a gray rag and then another little rag that had some cartoon characters on it.
I grabbed the gray rag and let it sit in warm water while I took a piss.
When I was done wringing the rag out, I walked back to the room and smiled at what I saw. This woman was lying on her back, knocked out with her mouth wide open. There was a light snore, and I chuckled lightly at it. As I started to wipe her chest clean, she began to squirm a bit.
“I’m just cleaning you up,” I assured.
“Good, now let me clean the mess I made.”
She opened her eyes and grabbed my dick before taking me into her mouth. I let my eyes roll back as I thought, This girl is nasty as hell.
When morning came, the sun peeked through the blinds, and I lay there for a second as I started to take in the night before.
Cayla was still half asleep. Her hair was a mess of curls against the pillow, and she breathed beside me, slow and steady.
I couldn’t help but stare for a second because she looked peaceful.
Everything that was weighing down on her yesterday seemed like it didn’t even matter today.
It hit me then, how easily I’d fallen into this moment.
How natural it felt being there with her, all tangled up in these sheets with my arm resting around her waist. It was scary as shit.
But peace always made me uneasy. It made me overthink.
“Cayla,” I said quietly.
She hummed and then crooked her neck back so she could see me. Her eyes fluttered open just enough to catch me watching her.
“Hmm?”
I took a breath, trying to find the right words.
“I don’t wanna get caught up in this hero syndrome thing. I don’t want you to think I’m just here to fix what somebody else broke. I’ve done that before, and it damn near took me out. I don’t need that for myself right now,” I honestly admitted.
This really wasn’t the kind of talk that should be had after getting my dick eaten up the night prior, but I needed the clarity for my own mental. Her brows lifted a little. I could tell that she was still sleepy, but I had her full attention. Now, she was really listening.
“I’m not saying I don’t care,” I continued, “I do. Maybe more than I should already. But what happens if all these signals I’m getting from you ain’t real? What if I’m just something you needed to feel better for the moment?”
She turned around until she was facing me fully. Her eyes met mine.
“Kass…”
Her voice was soft and even. If I had offended her with this talk after a night of sex, she didn’t let it show.
“You’re not a replacement. You’re not a fix. You’re somebody who showed up when I finally decided I didn’t want to hurt anymore.”
I studied her face, trying to read between every line and every blink. But all I saw was her raw truth.
“I’m here,” she whispered, “and not because I need saving… but because I want to feel safe. You make me feel safe.”
Something inside me loosened in that moment. That guarded part I didn’t even realize I was holding onto tightly had started to fade. I reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face.
“Alright,” I murmured, “then I guess I’m here too.”