Chapter 27
RHYTHM brOOKS
Saturday night at Sincere’s condo felt like the kind of peace I used to pray for.
KJ was posted up on a chair at the island.
Kinsley kept trying to sneak shredded cheese out of the bowl when she thought nobody was watching.
Sincere had his sleeves pushed up and flour dusted on his hands, talking to my kids like he’d been doing it for years.
We made pizzas from scratch. Dough, pizza sauce and toppings were lined up in front of us like it was a cooking show. KJ took his job seriously too. He sprinkled pepperoni with focus and kept telling Kinsley how to do it correctly. “You have to spread the cheese evenly.”
Kinsley nodded like she understood but then dropped a whole handful of shredded cheese in one spot.
Sincere laughed and wiped cheese off her fingers before it got in her hair. “Girl, you’re piling it up. You gotta share it with the whole pizza.”
Kinsley giggled and leaned into him like she trusted him.
That did something to me. I watched him interact with my kids like it was natural.
There wasn’t any awkwardness between them, and he wasn’t trying too hard.
He listened to KJ’s long stories like they were actually interesting, and he picked Kinsley up when she would whine like he was prepared to spoil her more than me.
When the pizzas finally went in the oven, KJ kept staring through the glass like he was guarding them.
Kinsley curled up on the couch with her juice cup.
Sincere turned to a family friendly movie on Netflix.
It was weird for me to sit beside him and lean into him because my kids hadn’t seen me with any other man.
And though I knew Sincere’s intent was to never leave me, he had no control over the future.
I didn’t want my kids to be forced to fall out of love with another father figure.
But I forced my motherly instincts to just trust this man with my kids too, and got comfortable in his shadow.
“I’ve been thinking about quitting my job.”
Sincere looked down at me intrigued.
“My art is selling,” I continued. “It’s making me more money than my job is making me at this point.”
“If you have more time for your art, you can make even more money.”
“I keep trying to squeeze my gift into the hours somebody else left for me. That’s not how it’s supposed to work.”
“Exactly.”
“But I’m still nervous.”
“Quit anyway.”
“Sincere, it’s not that easy.”
“Quit,” he gently pressed. “And if things don’t work out, I got you.
” When he saw me nervously biting my bottom lip, he turned towards me.
“You’re stepping out on faith and trusting what God gave you.
So do it one hundred percent. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you made the right decision. ”
I nodded because I didn’t have anything else to say without crying.
When the pizzas were done, we ate at the table. KJ talked Sincere’s ear off, and Sincere listened, asked questions, and made my son feel like what he was saying was important.
After dinner, Kinsley fell asleep first, curled up on the couch. KJ fought it longer, but his eyes kept drifting. Sincere carried him to the guest room, then came back and did the same with Kinsley.
When he returned to the living room, he slid his hand around my waist and kissed me slowly. His fingers dug into my side with rough hands that suddenly turned gentle in the sexiest moment. He traced light circles over my hip as he pulled away just enough to murmur against my lips, “Come with me.”
He didn't wait for an answer. He guided me down the hall to his bedroom. Once inside, he peeled away my clothes. His gaze raked over every inch of my naked body.
“I’m so lucky that you’re mine,” he growled, shoving me back onto the bed. I landed on the mattress with a bounce, and he was on me in seconds.
He got rid of his pants, and his dick sprang out. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking him, and he groaned, “Get on your knees.”
I scrambled to position at the edge of the bed. He stood over me, feeding his dick past my lips. I took him in deep, sucking hard and swirling my tongue around the head. He tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding my rhythm, but not forcing it.
“You take this dick so well,” he moaned.
He flipped me onto my stomach and spread my legs wide.
His fingers probed my pussy that was already wet and ready for him.
He slid them in, as if testing the waters, before he replaced them with his dick.
He slammed into his home in one hard push.
I cried out, and my walls clenched around his length as he started stroking me.
Each thrust drove in deeper and deeper. His balls smacked my ass, as I pushed back, meeting his thrusts halfway. He leaned over me, chest to my back, biting my shoulder as he fucked harder, grunting with every plunge.
His thumb pressed against my back entrance, teasing the tight ring before dipping in. The double penetration had me shaking. Moans spilled out of my throat, loud and broken. Sincere's thumb pushed deeper into my ass, while his dick kept slamming into my pussy from behind.
His free hand slid up my spine and grabbed a fistful of my hair. He tugged my head back, leaned in, and bit my earlobe.
I gasped and pushed back against him because my body was begging for it. "This dick feels so fucking good. Don't stop, Sincere. Give me all of it."
He chuckled deeply, and the sound vibrated through his chest against my back as he released my hair and smacked my ass. "This pussy's gripping me like it never wants to let go."
His thumb twisted inside me, syncing with his hips, causing my thighs to quiver.
I reached back and dug my nails into his thigh, urging him on. "Fuck me, baby. You own this pussy. Make me cum on this dick."