Chapter 11
Could I be pregnant after all?
As I emptied my insides into the toilet, that question was on repeat in my head. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d vomited, but I knew it had been a few years. I’d eaten at Soulful Diner more times than I could count, and nothing on their menu had ever made me sick.
After a few minutes passed without me feeling the urge to gag, I held onto the sink and slowly stood. I looked in the mirror and was grateful I didn’t look like I’d been throwing up for the past five minutes. I was also grateful my stomach had settled, and I no longer felt sick.
I rinsed my mouth with warm then cold water several times, before wetting a paper towel and dabbing my face. I took slow, deep breaths as I washed and dried my hands. When I was finally ready to leave, I opened the door to find Kilo leaning against the opposite wall.
“Are you okay?” he questioned, pushing himself away from the wall and gently taking my hand in his.
“I am. Something I ate must not agree with my stomach.”
“What do you think it was?”
“I’m not sure. Everything I had today, I’ve had numerous times before. Maybe it was something I ate earlier or last night. Are you ready to go?”
He looked at me inquisitively for a moment before nodding. I knew what he was thinking, but I wasn’t ready to say it out loud just yet. Since I got what I thought was my period, I didn’t think I had anything to worry about, but I would definitely take a test to rule pregnancy out.
“Of course. You still feel up to coming to my place?”
I nodded. “I need to stop by my house first.”
We left the restaurant and went to our respective homes. I hadn’t been home all day and wanted to shower, change, and, after that vomiting episode at the restaurant, brush my teeth. When I finished, I threw some things in a bag in case I decided to spend the night.
When I arrived at Kilo’s house, he smelled heavenly when he answered the door, shirtless and in basketball shorts. He must’ve been anticipating my arrival because his dick appeared to already be hard. I stepped inside, and all my worries were forgotten, if only for tonight.
He wasted no time pulling me inside, and in less than a minute, he had me naked with my head hanging over the back of the couch while he ate my pussy. Kilo’s tongue caressed my pussy lips, gently slipping up, down, and around each fold.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I tightened my legs around his neck and got lost in pleasure. He pressed his thumb against my clit, moving it in a circular motion as he dipped his fingers into my slick hole.
“Oh my God, Kilo.”
I didn’t know how I went without sex for five years, but after experiencing this man, going five days was hard.
I prayed our first time together wasn’t a fluke, and with every swipe of his tongue, he proved to me that God was still in the business of answering prayers, no matter how nasty or inappropriate.
“Kilo, please!” I screamed.
“Stop begging and cum in my mouth,” he mumbled against my pussy.
Even if my mind wanted to be hardheaded, my pussy was obedient as hell. She sprayed him so good, and he gobbled up my juices as best he could.
“Kilo!” I sang, dragging his name out.
My body was still shivering when he picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. He gently placed me on the bed, and as I caught my breath, I looked at him with one eye open. His dick stood at attention as his shorts dropped to his ankles.
Slowly, he climbed between my legs and hovered above while pressing his cum dipped lips against mine. I opened my mouth for his tongue, sucking and savoring my juices. My body involuntarily tensed when I felt him at my entrance, causing our kiss to end abruptly.
“Relax, baby. This pussy been waiting for me.”
I did as he asked, and his length and girth slowly filled me to the brim. It felt a million times better than I remembered, and I went ahead and added myself to the list of women who would go crazy over dick, . . . not just any dick . . . Kilo’s dick.
“Hmm, shit!” I moaned, opening my legs wider.
“That’s it, baby. Gimme all that goodness.”
He stroked me hard and slow, and I couldn’t get over how amazing he felt going in and out of my center. My ears rang, my head became foggy, and my body buzzed the longer he stroked me.
“Look at me, beautiful.”
I had no idea my eyes closed, but I opened them to look at his gorgeous freckle-covered face.
“I feel that pussy pulsing, baby. Keep those eyes on me while you cover my dick in that sweet serum.”
That was all that needed to be said because my pussy no longer belonged to me. She was completely under Kilo’s control, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it, and I was good with that.
“I’m cummin’, baby!” I warned, as if he didn’t know.
“I know.”
He continued his slow, deep strokes while my pussy leaked all over his dick and down my ass crack. When his dick began to throb, it sent me into another orgasm that was stronger and harder.
“This pussy is too good, baby. Don’t make me pull out.”
Pull out? In the middle of my orgasm? I think the fuck not!
I locked my legs around his waist so tight that he couldn’t do shit but fill me with his seeds. The throbbing of his dick against the pulsing of my pussy sent me to another realm. I came so hard that I began to speak in a language that wasn’t my native tongue.
Kilo collapsed on top of me, our breathing heavy and in sync, and our bodies dripping with sweat. He was heavy, but I wanted him to stay there forever.
“I’ve never been this reckless in my life,” I said.
After round three, I tapped out. We’d dozed off, but I wasn’t sure for how long. When we woke up, we showered, changed the sheets, and returned to bed. He was lying on his back, and I was on his side with my head resting on his chest.
“You think this is reckless?”
“You don’t?”
He chuckled. “It is, but it doesn’t feel reckless. It feels right.”
I didn’t respond, but I agreed with him. Something about this felt right, and it was hard to settle into my feelings because they came at me fast.
“I have a confession,” I said.
“Let me hear it.”
“I wanted to know more about you, so I looked you up online.”
“Oh, really? Did you find anything interesting?”
“Nothing juicy aside from you playing professional football.”
“Were you expecting to find something scandalous?” he questioned with a laugh.
“I mean, you were a professional athlete.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Let’s just say I was pleasantly surprised but also a little disappointed.”
“Explain.”
“I was looking for a reason not to like you, but your image is squeaky clean.”
“Nah. I just do my dirt on the low.”
I waited to see if he was joking, but when he didn’t say anything, I looked up at him.
“What?” he questioned with a smirk.
“Do I need to worry about your skeletons randomly popping up?”
“Possibly. I have a closet full of them.”
I lifted my head even more to get a better view of his face. He hadn’t cracked a smile, and I had no idea if he was serious.
“Kilo, I—”
“I’m just fucking with you, baby. I got nothing to hide.”
I playfully hit his chest before returning my head to it.
“You play too much.”
“You should’ve seen the look on your face. I’m surprised you didn’t jump outta bed and make a run for it.”
“Whatever, nigga. I enjoy having a drama-free life.”
“Me too. That’s why you didn’t find anything. My parents don’t play that shit, and I said don’t because they didn’t when I was growing up, and they don’t now. Neither of them has a problem popping my brother and me in the mouth, upside the head, or squaring up if it came down to it.”
“It sounds like you have great parents.”
“I think so. You’ll meet them in a few weeks when they come for a visit.”
I lifted my head to look at him again.
“You want me to meet your parents already?”
“You’re the first woman I’ve dated with intention since I was in college. I might FaceTime them tomorrow to do a soft launch just to show you how serious I am about you.”
“That’s not necessary. I can wait until they come to town.”
“Let me slow down. I keep forgetting you’re a track star.”
“It sounds like you did some research yourself.”
“I had no choice since you wouldn’t give me the time of day.”
“Did you find anything interesting?”
“I did, and I was in awe every time something new was revealed. You’re dope as fuck, baby.”
“Thank you, but I only did what hundreds of thousands of women do all the time.”
“Nah, don’t try to downplay your accomplishments. You persevered through shit that would’ve made a lot of people give up. Every article I read filled me with pride, and I wasn’t even around to witness or be a part of your journey.”
He looked directly into my eyes while he spoke. His voice didn’t falter, and his words felt genuine as they made a beeline to my heart. I adjusted my body on top of his, letting my legs fall to either side of him and leaning in to kiss his lips.
“Thank you, Kilo. I appreciate your kind words.”
“You don’t have to thank me for telling the truth.”
His hands gripped my waist as his dick began to harden underneath me. I leaned in to kiss him again, this time slipping my tongue into his mouth while I ground on his dick. My pussy should’ve been sore, but sex this good was rare, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
He moved his hands to my ass, squeezing it as he pressed up against my center. My pussy became moist, and his dick slid between my folds. I lifted my lower half just enough to reach between us and align his dick with my entrance.
“Mmm.” We moaned into each other’s mouths as his girth stretched my walls.
I ended our kiss, planting my hands on his chest and pushing away. Our eyes connected as I slowly rode his dick. He gently grabbed my breasts, squeezing them while his thumbs brushed over my pebbled nipples.