Chapter Two Khalil “Savage” Knox
The art of sex was much more to me than fucking.
Fucking is for people who sexing on a motherfucker they can care less about.
Sex to me required you to give a fuck about the person.
Even if only a little bit. That’s why sex with Breia came easy for me.
I enjoyed it. I always took my time with her because that’s what I feel her body deserves.
I’m not the nigga that’s only focused on getting mine.
I actually found more pleasure in making sure she got hers.
I can’t speak on every nigga’s dick. I can only talk about me. I know the more pleasure I bring to her the better experience I will have. This shit isn’t a selfish act at all. At least not with me.
I sat back in the chair that rested in the corner of my room.
Desire filled my entire body as I admired Breia’s body.
Her beautiful caramel skin glistened underneath the dimly lit room.
I used my hands to rub her back all the way down to her plump ass.
When we first got together Breia had the body, but she hadn’t grew into it.
Now, her shit is filled out in all of the right areas. Her ass was the star of the show. Because she’s pretty as hell, I didn’t mind missionary. What I enjoyed the most though was seeing that ass glide down on my shit. I love that reverse cowgirl shit. Each and every time she acts up.
I placed both of my hands on her hip as I guided her down on my shit.
I controlled her movement for a while. The grip that I had on her gave me full control of the situation at hand.
When she found her motion, I freed my hands from her hips.
I sat back and enjoyed the way she rode my shit.
Gliding all the way up and doing that little swirl shit on her way down.
This the type of shit that’ll have a nigga going crazy and some more shit. Only thing is I ain’t allowing myself to feel no shit like that. I live in the moment. When the sex passes, I know that we’re only two people who shared a moment of ecstasy.
“Make that motherfucker grip… yeah, just like that”
Her muscles contracting around my dick had my shit pulsating.
I began to grind my hips into hers. Matching her rhythm with every stroke.
The only sounds that could be heard was me diving into her wetness over and over again.
The sweetest fucking sound to me. Every time I heard it, my shit bricked up even more.
“Fuckkkk Breia… you trying to make this motherfucker spit up already. You think you’re in control of this shit huh?”
“Ahhhh”, she moaned.
“You ain’t though Breia. I run this shit. I’m the captain, the lieutenant, whoever the nigga is that’s running the show. That’s me.”
I meant every word that I spit. I’m in control over her nut and mine. I wasn’t here to play around with her. I wanted her to have it. I would stop at nothing to make sure she does.
I pressed my thumbs in the dimples in her lower back, tightening my grip around her waist. I began to pound dick inside of her as I made her take all of it. Her moans were a bit of pain with a copious amount of pleasure. The pain coming from the girth of my shit. Yet, she took all of me like a pro.
That’s the shit that turned me on the most. I was digging in her shit. Each stroke I was aiming to go further.
“I don’t think that pussy has reached its full potential yet B. I know she can get wetter. I’ve seen her and I felt her. I want her all the way at her best mama. I need her at her best. Shit feels good as fuck now, but I need you to make daddy feel better baby.”
“Whateverrrrr you neeeed me to dooo”, she moaned.
I placed my lips on her ear before speaking.
“Whatever I want huh?”
I smiled inwardly. Shit like that sends signals directly to my dick. I thought it was impossible for me to get any harder. Guess I was mistaken.
“Twirl around on my dick. I need to see that pretty face”
She tried to get up off it, but I wasn’t having that.
“Nahh, stay there. I ain’t trying to be without you right now.”
Slowly, she turned all the way around with my dick still inside of her. When we were face to face, I pulled her closer. Her titties mashing into my chest. I began to suck and kiss on her neck. In no time, I was picking her up in one whiff.
“I knew you could do it ma, look at you. That shit is dripping out of you.”
I continued talking to her as I made my way over to the bed.
I laid her down and began sucking her titties as I dug in her slowly.
I picked up my pace and slowed it down once more.
I grabbed a hold of her ankles and spread both of her legs eagle.
There was nothing but space and opportunity for me to beat it up.
I began thrusting my hips in a quick manner. Pumping in and out of her, giving this shit everything that I had to give. The mission was for her to catch hers first. I can feel her muscles tightening up on my shit.
“Come on, its right there ma. I feel it. Let me have it. Drown my shit if you have to.”
Her moans grew louder. Her body began to shake, as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. I never looked away. Her fuck faces were beautiful as hell to me. They were my ammunition to keep going. That shit was on the tip, and I wanted her to have it all.
I pulled the dick halfway out and made her beg for me to put it back in.
When I did, I thrusted full force. It wasn’t long before she was squirting her juices everywhere.
I love the mess she made on me and her. When she was at her end, I finally let go of the biggest nut that I have been holding on to.
This is why we keep coming back. The shit is too good to let go.
After the whole ordeal at Platinum the other night I been irritated as fuck with Dre. Though I’m going to always stand one thousand percent behind my team, I can’t stand unnecessary drama. I ain’t SSC’s biggest fan by far but all that commotion going on behind Londyn’s ass was stupid as hell.
A couple of my team got hit, but nothing life threatening.
That shit had me tight as fuck. Dre knew it, that’s why he was avoiding me.
That shit was probably best at the moment because there’s no telling where my temper would go.
I’m the nigga that’s going to kick it to him straight.
I wasn’t going to sugarcoat the shit at all.
I’m the type of homeboy that don’t condone bullshit.
If you’re wrong, I’ll let you know that shit.
This nigga has a different freak every day of the week but for some reason he wants to hold Londyn up.
I didn’t understand the shit. He wants to dog her out but still be able to have his way with her whenever he wanted.
That’s why she had taken a liking to another nigga.
Regardless of if the nigga was from an opposing side or what.
Could be any nigga she’s out here dealing with, and he still would be having a fit.
If he wanted her to stick around, he should be doing right by her.
He already knows my sentiments about the shit.
He can only avoid me for so long before he has to face me.
I let days go by since that shit took place, before I even spoke on it.
Today though, I scheduled a meeting with the team to discuss some shit.
I just got done having a good ass sex session with my ex, Breia. Shit is so crazy because we parted ways several years ago. Just couldn’t stop laying up with one another. I no longer have feelings for Breia like that. It’s just some shit that I’m used to doing. That’s why I keep fuckin with her.
Our shit didn’t work because she wanted some shit for me that I didn’t want for myself. It’s like she had the whole future mapped out, my life and hers. She knew that we would go to an ivy league school and become college sweethearts, just as we were high school sweethearts.
I received a full ride to Harvard, I accepted the full ride to the streets instead.
I know I have the potential to be anything I want to be in life.
I just didn’t have time to wait on the money to come when its shit that I wanted right then.
Yeah, we lived comfortably but the shit was bare minimum.
We had just enough to survive, not enough to live the lifestyle that I truly wanted.
Wasn’t a father figure in the house making sure we had our wants and needs.
It was only my mama making shit happen for me and my sister Kiya.
My father was never around, and I could be walking pass the nigga on the daily and still wouldn’t know who he is.
I never questioned my mama about him past the age of five.
I just took it as she had her reasons why she didn’t disclose shit about the nigga.
So, I took matters into my own hands and kept it pushing.
I didn’t have time for school as bad as I wanted to be an Engineer. Shit just had to be pushed to the back burner while I stack up enough money to walk away from this shit. I ain’t quite there yet but I can see that shit coming in the near future.
“Khalil”, Breia called out. Deciding to call me by my government.
“Yeah”
I didn’t feel the need to look up as I checked my pants from the night before for a cigarette lighter.
“You know my feelings haven’t changed”
I didn’t really know how to respond to that shit.
In my eyes, we have run our course. The moment she felt like the shit I was on was meaningless to her, then it wasn’t shit else to discuss.
One drunken night led me to her bed. The shit has become routine at this point.
She did it because she still has feelings, I did it because the shit felt good.
Not that I don’t care for her or I’m on some shit like Dre.
It’s just that once I get off you like that, it’s hard for me to get those same feelings back.
So many years has passed since that shit.
I’ve moved forward with my life. Out of fear that she would try to get that old thang back, I should’ve ended this shit a long time ago.