1. Royal #2
I ignored her and went to my seat. The wedding would be starting in a few minutes, and I wanted to be in my seat when it did. If I was out of the way, nobody would ask me to do anything. I sat in the back corner to make sure of that.
When the wedding started, I was glad it seemed to be moving quickly.
Of course, I was seated on the side where Noni and Red would be.
Aaliyah would be closest to them. I slightly rolled my eyes when I noticed.
She walked in with Remy. Once she turned around, her eyes found mine.
It seemed it didn’t matter how out of sight I tried to be.
I couldn’t even look away. Her skin was flawless.
Her brown slanted eyes called me and seemed to be crying out to me.
Her thick lips parted, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I stared at her, imagining her pointed nails digging into my skin.
She may as well had been up there naked, because I was envisioning myself loving every part of her body, especially the stretch marks at her hip, going to her ass.
That thick flesh leading to her thick ass was one of my favorite parts of her. She had perfect breasts. I just wanted to suck on and toy with her nipples and watch her eyes roll to the back of her head. I was so fucking sprung off this woman. It was hard pretending I was okay without her.
Those couple of months without seeing her were hard.
We’d talked a couple of times by phone, but as small as Nome was, I knew she was intentionally avoiding me.
There wasn’t a woman I could fuck that would get Aaliyah off my mind.
Sometimes, I was even thinking of her during my trysts with other women.
It took all this shit for me to realize I needed her.
I didn’t know if it was simply a physical thing or something more, but in order to figure that out, I needed to be next to her .
. . inside of her . . . on top of her . .
. underneath her. My tongue needed to be able to slide to hers .
. . gliding all over her body . . . slipping between her lips below.
I closed my eyes, simply to take them off her. The only part of the wedding I heard was when Maui yelled that her water broke. I stood from my seat as everyone filed out. I glanced at Aaliyah to see she was walking out with the wedding party, then headed to the kitchen to go out the back door.
Aunt Jen, Aunt Chrissy, Aunt Tiff, my mama, Aunt Keisha, Aunt Olivia, and a few of my older cousins were getting food together to take to the clinic.
I slowly shook my head as I slid right out of there without them noticing me.
I couldn’t believe they were about to transport food to the clinic instead of allowing people to just eat here.
Hopefully, they were only taking food for the bridal parties instead of everyone.
When I walked out the back door, I thought I was off the hook until I saw Aaliyah leaning against the driver’s door of my Escalade. I rolled my eyes as I headed to it.
“Aaliyah, I need you to move.”
“No. Not until we talk.”
“You had every opportunity to talk to me earlier. Instead, you decided to play with fire.”
“I’m sorry,” she said softly as she lowered her head. “I didn’t sleep with PJ. He wanted to sleep with me. We flirted back and forth, but that was it. Royal, I wouldn’t do that to you, and it hurt for you to think I would.”
I frowned and thought back to what Ryder J said.
He said PJ was talking about fucking her.
Maybe he was talking about how he wanted to fuck her, certain that he would get to.
I remained quiet, trying to filter through the thoughts in my head.
My eyes met hers again, and I couldn’t restrain myself.
I brought my hand to her neck and pressed my body against hers.
Tilting her head back, I brought my mouth to her ear and asked, “Why you had me wanting to fucking choke you? You had me at a dangerous level of crazy, Liyah. I don’t ever wanna feel like that with you, baby.”
I kissed her ear, feeling relief flood me. Ryder J had me all fucked up, and I was gon’ let his ass know that shit later . . . if I could pull out of her furnace. There was no way she was getting away from me today.
“I’m sorry, Royal. My salty side emerged. You know how I feel about you. You my number one, baby. Mmm . . . fuck.”
I slid my hand from her neck down her chest, struggling to pull away from her. She was breathing hard as I stared at her, my breathing just as labored. She stepped away from my vehicle and came to me, grabbing my dick.
“Give him what he wants, Royal.”
“I will, but not right now. I need to go check on my cousin. I need to make sure she’s okay, especially since the last time she was in labor didn’t go so well.”
She nodded and walked away, being sure to put an extra sway in her hips. Even with her pregnant belly, Aaliyah could get any man she wanted, and she knew that shit. I got in my Escalade and grabbed my dick as I rested my head against the headrest. She was gon’ have me exploding in my fucking pants.
Finally, cranking up, I made my way to the clinic.
My dick was still hard as fuck though. I couldn’t go in there like this.
When I saw Aaliyah, I licked my lips and closed my eyes as I grabbed my dick.
Fuck! I didn’t know what she had done to me, but this shit was torture. Grabbing my phone, I texted her.
Meet me in back.
I drove around to the back of the clinic, then looked at my windows and huffed. My appointment to get my tint done wasn’t until next week. I had just got this vehicle a week ago. At this point though, I didn’t care who saw us. Hopefully she felt the same.
When I saw her approaching, I hit the unlock button and opened my door.
I made sure that my seat was all the way back and unbuttoned my pants, pulling my dick right out of them.
She got to the door and without a word, she lifted her dress and got in, sitting right on my dick.
Easy as fuck access, since she wasn’t wearing underwear.
I closed the door, then let my head rest on the headrest once again.
“Damn, girl. This pussy is where it’s at. Fuck!”
“Yeah, Royal. I love your dick, baby.”
I sat up slightly and slid one hand to her neck and rested my other on her belly as she slid her pussy back and forth on my dick. When I saw Seven’s vehicle pull back here, I said, “Fuck. You wanna stop? I don’t give a fuck who see us.”
She opened her eyes and turned to me, then pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders, exposing her beautiful ass breasts. “Let’s give them a fucking show, baby.”
I almost lost my nut at her words. I began thrusting into her as she leaned back against me. “Hell yeah, baby. Shit!”
I brought both hands to her belly and although they weren’t mine, my heart swelled, knowing that their mother still could be.
“I’m about to cum, Royal! Fuck!”
“Give it to me. Give me all that shit.”
It felt so good feeling that shit on my raw dick. The minute I knew she was pregnant, I didn’t bother with a condom, and the sex had been next level. It felt like my soul was tied to hers, and I didn’t give a damn. As long as I could have her like this, nothing else mattered.
Once her tremors subsided, she slid off my dick and went to the floor in front of me, under the steering wheel.
She took my dick in her mouth. I lifted the steering wheel to make sure she wouldn’t hit her head, then relaxed in my seat and watched her handle business.
The foamy saliva had already made an appearance and had lubed my shit up for what she knew would be next.
“Oh fuck! Let me feel the walls of your throat, baby.”
She deep throated my shit and allowed me to fuck her mouth until I nutted. I was sure I knocked her fucking tonsils out of place.
“Get your sexy ass up here.”
I glanced over to see Seven and Iesha going inside. He glanced our way with a smirk on his lips. He needed to get the hell on, so we could go to the back seat. Aaliyah glanced his way, then climbed on the console and went to the back seat, spreading her legs and playing with her pussy.
I quickly got out and made my way to the back seat before my pants could completely drop to the ground. Once in the seat, I lifted my hips and took them off as I watched her get herself off again. She leaked a bit on my seats, and I swore I wanted to get down there and lick her shit up.
“Assume the position,” I said as I stroked my dick.
She lowered her legs and came to my dick. “Let me get it a little wetter first.”
I released it and allowed her to throat-gasm on my shit again.
Afterward, she lay on my seat, having to lay on her side instead of her stomach.
She faced the back of the seat, and I lowered one knee to the floor and slowly pushed my dick in her asshole.
She screamed out in pleasure as I gripped her neck and bit her ear.
“Ahh fuck, girl!”
I was slowly sliding in and out of her anus, knowing that when she came, it would be catastrophic.
“Royal! Oh my God! I’m . . . about . . . oh shiiiiit!”
It looked like somebody had sprayed water on my seats.
I didn’t give a fuck. This material shit didn’t compare to her and the way our bodies loved the fuck out of each other.
Her body was trying to flop about, but I was holding her still.
It was almost like she was having a seizure.
I loved every minute of that shit, because her asshole clamped around my dick and choked the fuck out of him.
I blasted off in her asshole and knew there was no way we were going into that hospital like this. I lowered my head and kissed her shoulder, then her cheek. My hands slid to her breast and tweaked her nipple, then lowered to her stomach.
“You wanna go to my place or yours?” I asked.
“Yours. You have more space that we need to christen.”