CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
I woke up the next morning with Jokah's real name still entertaining me. Joaquin Sinclair. I smiled as I rolled over and looked at him. He was still asleep beside me, one arm underneath his pillow and the other stretched across my side of the bed.
It didn't fit him at all. Or maybe it did, and I just wasn't used to it yet. Either way, I had every intention of getting on his nerves with it for the rest of my life.
I leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"Good morning, Joaquin."
His eyes stayed closed.
"Don't start."
I laughed.
"How you know I was starting something?"
"Because I know you."
"You don't like your name?"
"Ain't say that."
"Then good morning, Joaquin."
He finally opened his eyes and looked at me.
"Good morning, Kaior."
I smiled.
"See. Wasn't that hard."
He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me closer.
"Keep fucking with me."
I laughed as he kissed me.
"You're not supposed to curse. God is the big homie, remember?"
Jokah stared at me. "Get out my face."
I laughed even harder.
“And what if I don’t?”
“You gone find out the hard way.”
“That supposed to scare me?”
Jokah grinned. “Nah. You like when I get on your ass.”
I smiled. “Maybe I do.”
“Maybe?”
Before I could answer, he sat up and grabbed me around the waist. I squealed as he pulled me beneath him and pinned me against the mattress.
“Jokah!”
“Nah. Keep that same energy.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, still laughing.
“Good morning, Joaquin.”
His eyes narrowed.
“You really wanna keep playing with me?”
“Mhm.”
That slow grin spread across his face before he leaned down and kissed me. Jokah forced my legs open with his knee until they were spread wide enough for him to climb between them.
“I have to get ready for work,” I mumbled against his mouth.
“Nah! This what you wanted right here.”
Jokah’s fingers grazed my lips before pushing them inside of me. He had me wet on contact. His fingers slid in and out of my silky opening. Jokah pulled his fingers out, licked them, then placed them in my mouth, pushing them in and out.
My back arched off the bed when he entered me in one swift motion. “Ahhh…Sss…”
He looked into my eyes and grinned. “If you wanted to fuck that’s all you had to say.”
I nodded my head.
“I don’t understand that.” Jokah pushed down inside of me until he hit the bottom and held it there.
“Use your words.”
“Mmm…I…I.” My ass was stuttering and I couldn’t find my words.
Jokah rocked his hips side to side. “I can’t hear you baby. What you want me to do?”
“I want you to fuck me,” I whimpered.
“As you wish.”
I gasped and clawed at the sheets as Jokah pulled out and slammed back in. Over and over. He had my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I cried out, like I was chanting and saying a prayer to this god between my thighs.
Every thrust stole my breath and gave it back. His hands gripped my hips, lifting me off the mattress to meet each brutal stroke. The headboard slammed against the wall in a rhythm that matched the frantic sound in my voice.
He leaned down, his chest rubbing against my sensitive nipples, and whispered against my ear.
"Look at you. Taking all this dick like you were made for it."
His words were filthy and I loved it. Jokah had me dick whipped out the gate. One of his hands slid from my hip to my throat, making my inner walls clench around him.
"This my pussy you hear me," he growled.
“Yes…yes…it’s yours.”
Jokah pushed my legs back and put me in the buck. “Oh, my Gawd!”
I was panting, my body pinned beneath his as he pressed my knees toward my shoulders, folding me nearly in half.
My legs were draped over his broad shoulders, his forearms resting on the mattress.
The new angle was devastating. With every powerful thrust, he was buried impossibly deep.
Jokah was digging deep in my guts. Hitting a space only he could occupy.
“Say my name.”
My fingers dug into his back, probably leaving marks like before, but I couldn't help it. He was too much and so deep, but it felt good in a painful way.
"Jokah," I sobbed.
"Say it louder," he grunted, his rhythm never faltering, a relentless, punishing pace that was pushing me toward another shattering peak. His sweat dripped down onto my face, mingling with my own. "Who this pussy belong to?"
I felt a sharp roll of his hips, grinding against my clit, and I saw white. "You!" I cried out, the word ripped from my lungs. "It's yours, Jokah, all yours!"
“That’s what I know!”
Jokah’s body pressed onto me further, as he grabbed the headboard and took me to pound town. He was tearing my pussy out the frame. I was completely at his mercy, folded and fucked. My pussy stretched around his thickness.
Every time he moved, it knocked the breath out of me.
I could barely keep up with him, and at that point, I wasn't even trying.
His rhythm started to change, and I knew he was getting close.
His breathing got heavier, his grip tightened, and the sounds coming from him got louder.
I knew Jokah well enough to know exactly what that meant.
"Fuck," he roared. "Take this shit. Take all of it."
With one last hard thrust, he pushed all the way inside me and stayed there. I felt him come, his body shaking against mine. When Jokah finally dropped my legs, they were stiff as hell. I couldn't move, and before I could even get myself together, his ass was already between my thighs.
“Jokah…”
I flinched the second his mouth touched me. I was already too sensitive, but clearly, he didn't give a damn. He pulled my legs back over his shoulders and went right back to eating my pussy like he hadn't just worn my ass out.
“Baby, wait.”
He ignored me. Of course he did. His tongue moved over me before his lips closed around my clit. My whole body jerked.
“Oh my God.”
My hands went straight to his head. I couldn't decide if I wanted to push his ass away or hold him right where he was.
"Jokah... wait... I can't..." I babbled, my back bowing off the bed.
He groaned against me and kept going. Then he slid a finger inside me, curling it until he hit the spot that made my whole body tense.
“Jokah…”
He didn't stop. His mouth stayed on me while he finger fucked me, and I couldn't take much more.
“Oh my God. Baby, I'm about to come.”
My legs tightened around him as I grabbed his wrists. The feeling kept building until I couldn't hold it back anymore.
"Please, please, please," I begged, not even sure what I was begging for.
He gave me more, sliding another finger inside me while his mouth stayed on my clit.
“Jokah!”
That was it. My whole body started shaking as I came, screaming his name while my legs tightened around him. I couldn't control any of it. He kept going, holding me in place until I couldn't take another second.
“Baby, stop. I can't.”
Jokah finally lifted his head, and I fell back against the bed completely worn out. I couldn't move and didn't want to. My ass was DONE.
His face was glistening with my cum. Jokah looked at me with that arrogant smirk spreading across his lips. He crawled back up my body, kissing me, forcing me to taste my own wetness on his tongue.
"Now," he mumbled against my lips. "You can get ready for work."
“Haha! You so funny.”
It took a minute, but I was finally able to crawl out of bed and wobble to the bathroom to take a shower.
By the time I made it to work, I was running late and blaming Jokah for every bit of it.
The rest of my morning went by pretty fast. We stayed busy enough that I barely had time to check my phone, and by the afternoon, I was ready to get off my feet and go home.
Jokah had me tired before I even started my shift.
I had just finished with a patient when my phone started vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the screen. It was an unknown number. Normally, I would've let it ring, but something made me answer.
"Hello?"
"May I speak with Kaior?"
"This is her."
"Hi, I'm calling from Broward Health. Are you the daughter of Kevin Bennett?"
My smile disappeared.
"Yes."
"I'm calling regarding your father. He was brought into the emergency department last night and admitted."
I stopped moving.
"What happened?"
"He sustained multiple injuries and is currently being treated."
My stomach dropped.
"Multiple injuries from what?"
"I don't have the details surrounding what happened to him, ma'am."
"Is he okay?"
"He's stable."
I grabbed the edge of the counter.
"What does that mean? Is he awake?"
"Yes, ma'am. He's conscious."
I closed my eyes and released the breath I'd been holding. My father and I didn't have the closest relationship. His choices had put distance between us a long time ago, but that didn't change the fact that he was still my daddy.
"Can I see him?"
"Yes."
"What room is he in?"
She gave me the information, and I immediately started grabbing my things.
"Okay. I'm on my way."
I hung up.