Page 38 of Anything Necessary for Her (Crenshaw Kings #9)

Unlatching his mouth from my nipples but continuing to play with my bud, Low trailed kisses down my body before lapping at my swollen clit while his fingers moved south.

“Ah!” I called out when he circled my sopping wet opening before entering me with his fingers.

I had to open my eyes finally, letting my jaw fall open at the euphoric feeling of him fingering me while sucking my clit. I’d never felt anything like this, and seconds later, my legs were trembling embarrassingly as I creamed all over his fingers.

“Pull yo’ knees up,” he instructed again, refusing to pull his mouth from my pussy even as he talked.

I did as I was told, keeping my legs open but cupping the backs of my thighs to keep my knees flush to my chest.

Low got comfortable, fingering me and sucking on my pussy as I dripped sap down into my ass to which he licked up promptly, making me jerk.

Taking out his fingers, he dragged his tongue upward, slipping it inside me for a beat before lapping at my clit repeatedly. Sliding his fingers back inside of me, he kept his rhythm, finger fucking me and licking and sucking on my clit hungrily and passionately.

“Low, . . . wait,” I called out, not knowing what was happening as I felt a buildup like no other between my legs. I could feel every nerve ending down there as Low ignored me, keeping up his finger and sucking combo as I dug my nails into the backs of my thighs while whimpering.

Next thing I knew, I was cumming so hard I could visibly see a little of it squirt out onto him as my body quaked. Low looked ravenous at the sight, retrieving his fingers and licking me slowly while his hands rested on my legs to keep them out of his way.

Rising up, he took off his shirt as my eyes latched onto the huge tent in his pants as I let my legs down.

“You want to?” he asked me, already knowing the answer as he stepped out of his bottoms, looking like a beautiful black king with the big dick to match. I nodded in response, making him query, “You sure? ’Cause once I get in it, I wanna finish, Peep.”

“Yes.” I nodded again, too turned on to stop, and I wanted to finally have actual sex with him.

Low climbed up onto the big massage bed, hooking his muscled arms under my legs before lowering down onto me. He slipped his tongue into my mouth as my legs dangled over his strong forearms.

As we kissed, sucking one another’s lips and tongues so good that I felt a trail of my secretions ski down my ass and hit the bed, he began to prod me. His head was thick, reminding me of the last time we tried and causing me to tense up.

“Relax and let me in, baby” he spoke against my mouth, pushing inside of me as I did my best to decompress.

He got the head in, making me cry out softly as he sucked on my lips, moaning so sexily in the process. Unlike last time, though, he didn’t wait for me to adjust; he just kept pushing, feeding the rest of his long, girthy dick into me.

“Low, wait…” I sniffled, not knowing what for because he wasn’t going to stop, and ultimately, I didn’t want him to.

“Nah. You gotta take this dick. Fuck, Peep.” He grunted just as I slowly hit the base of him, legs quivering from my pussy being overcapacity it seemed.

He sat there for a moment, filling his cheeks with air as he closed his eyes, almost like he was giving himself a pep talk, then he began gliding in and out of me at a snail’s pace.

It was painful, but with every stroke, my clit tickled perfectly, complementing the pain.

Our foreheads were pressed together as we moaned into one another’s mouths while attempting to kiss.

I was filled with too much dick to really accomplish kissing, and judging by Low’s faces and groans, he was experiencing too much pleasure.

He sped up slightly, but not too much, making me rock a bit every time he pumped into me. I couldn’t move at all, due to my legs being locked over his arms and his heavy body locking my thighs between us.

“Shit,” I called out, feeling myself about to cum again.

Clearly, the small amount of pleasure I felt was enough, because next thing I knew, I was shaking and releasing all over him and drenching the space under us.

“You can go-go faster if you want,” I offered, even though I should have shut the fuck up.

Even though I was the one losing my virginity, I wanted him to enjoy this as much as I had been prior to being penetrated.

He froze before saying, “If I go any faster, I’m gon’ nut, Peep. This pussy caught a nigga off guard.”

His gravelly voice was so sexy against my lips as he resumed fucking me. I came again, walls clamping around his thick shaft as I sniveled from the feeling. We were sweating profusely by now, especially me from having my body invaded and being on this heated bed.

After a while, Low started pounding me, making me holler out. Before sex, I used to always say I would never be loud, but I was eating my words as Low fucked the shit out of me with no mercy.

We moaned and groaned in unison as he beat it up, the sounds of my wetness echoing around the living room portion of the suite. The massage bed rocked sort of unstably, but I couldn’t worry about that as I drenched Low’s dick back-to-back, him sucking my inner thigh as my legs trembled.

“Fuck. Fuck,” Low called out through hard breaths before snatching out of me and releasing onto my stomach and breasts.

Running my fingers through it, I dipped them into my mouth as he watched me, lids lowered lustfully.

“When am I gonna stop trembling?” I quizzed, making him chuckle through pants.

“Shouldn’t be long. You keep doing freaky shit like you just did, though, and I’m gon’ have to climb back in it.” He smirked, getting off the bed and leaning against the wall immediately. “You got my fucking legs weak.”

I giggled at him, sitting up slowly because my pussy was done for. My plan to sit upright was immediately aborted.

“You’re welcome.” I winked.

“Nah, real shit, Peep. My legs ain’t ever felt like this,” he admitted, boosting my formerly virginal confidence.

“Come here,” I suggested, and he did so, scooping me up off the bed and wrapping my legs around him as we kissed.

He carried me like that all the way to the bathroom, only letting me down so I could pee, and he could turn the shower on.

We got in together, where he bathed me, only gently moving across my tender vagina.

After soaping up for a second time, we exited to brush our teeth and then lay in bed together void of any clothing.

As he cuddled behind me, pressing his lips to my shoulder, he asked, “Any feedback?”

Smiling with my eyes closed, I replied, “Just that I liked it all. I’m sore as hell though.”

His chest vibrated against my back as he laughed. “Once we start fucking all the time, that shit’ll pass.”

I turned to look at him over my shoulder before he kissed me slowly. It intensified, making me turn away because I was too worn out for another round. Not to mention, the tiresome sex accompanied by the amazing massage had me ready to pass out.

The last thing I remembered before going to sleep was Low pressing his soft lips to the nape of my neck.

Climbing out of the shower, I patted myself dry, then tied my robe onto my body before walking out into my bedroom. Kailey was laid across my chaise, typing at lightning speed on her phone.

“Damn, are you okay?” She sat up, giggling.

“Is it that obvious?” I frowned.

“No.” She laughed some more. “But I can tell you’re trying to walk carefully. My man Low be fucking your ass up!” She clapped, making me roll my eyes as I dug out my ballet practice outfit.

Ever since that first night together, where we fully had sex at the Leaf & Vine hotel, Low had made it his mission to break my ass in, literally.

We’d done several positions, and I was losing my gag reflexes more and more as each day passed.

Not to mention, any weight that I had shed recently was probably 50 percent cum due to the unlimited orgasms I was experiencing.

Each time we had sex, though, I was enjoying it more, and my orgasms were more powerful too. Low had yet to do anything I found myself disliking, which he made sure to find out afterward.

“I soaked in some Epsom salt before my shower, so I’m good to go for the day.” I talked as I slipped into my tights and leotard before starting to put my long hair into a braid.

Getting up because she knew she would have to braid the bottom for me, Kailey replied, “Good. So he got a big dick for real, huh?”

“Absolutely.” I grinned at her cackling.

“So you’re telling me if I fucked Sif, I would be walking like you?”

“Shut the hell up, Kailey.” I rolled my eyes playfully as she tied the hair tie around the end of my hair. “And I do not want to think about my brother’s dick.”

“Speak for yourself.” She patted my ass. “You better keep taking that dick like a trooper though, sis, ’cause I can already tell Gaia is either a pro at it or is thirsty enough to become a pro.” Kailey folded her arms across her leotard clad breasts.

“Oh, I already know, but whether I fuck Low right or not, she won’t have him.” I smoothed down my edges just before Kailey agreed with me.

My doorbell sounded off, making me grab my things since we were leaving anyway, then trod down the stairs to answer. I noticed on the security panel that it was Asif, at the same time Kailey began primping herself as if he would give a damn.

“What? I would’ve slicked my edges if I knew he was coming by!” she exclaimed.

“Girl, you could have on a chicken suit, and my brother wouldn’t pay you any mind.”

We guffawed in unison as she swatted me just before I opened the door. Asif swaggered inside, his cologne engulfing the room before he kissed me on the forehead.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, feeling my brows kiss.

“Need to chop it up with you,” he replied. “How you doing, Kailey?”

She, of course, shot me a look, in reference to me saying he wouldn’t notice her, before cheesing like a Cheshire Cat.

“I’m good. I know you’re foine , so I won’t even ask the same.” She batted her lashes, causing me to do my best not to snigger at her theatrics.

“You think you can step out for me?” he queried, causing her smile to drop and me to giggle finally. He held the door open, making it clear that it was sort of a rhetorical question.

“You know, Sif, you’re gonna miss it when I no longer flirt with your ass.” She stomped out onto the porch, and he shut the door without even looking back before going to sit on my sofa.

“Sorry about her.” I sat on the coffee table across from him.

“She just be talking. I don’t pay that shit no mind.” He huffed, and I bobbed my head, happy he knew the real.

“True. I think if you were actually single and tried her, she would be scared shitless.”

We chuckled in unison.

“You got a new detail is what I came to let you know. I shot you his picture so you know who to look for.”

“Why? I liked Nick.” I frowned. He’d come in clutch during Low’s and my secret affair.

A few extra dollars and the occasional steak dinner delivered in a Tupperware and that man didn’t make a peep.

“I don’t want whomever this nigga is.” I curled my lip as I took in the photo of the thick necked ass black man that looked mean as hell.

“His name is Garfield.”

“Hell no! He sounds mean and stupid at the same time!” I shouted, causing Asif to grin and snicker. “Where is Nick?”

“Fish food.”

“Ugh!” I stomped my foot like a child. “Y’all pick the niggas who detail y’all, so I should be able to pick mine.”

“Take that up with our father then, baby girl.”

“Did our father turn Nick into fish food?” I folded my arms, inspecting Asif.

“He didn’t, but that’s not the point. You only like Nick’s bitch ass because you could bribe him.”

“Uh, yeah!”

“You don’t want detail that can be bribed, baby girl, because then other muthafuckas can bribe ’em.”

Glancing off, I said, “I guess. I don’t need Nick now anyway because I have nothing to hide, so.” I shrugged.

Rising from his seat and starting for the door, he said, “You ain’t in the clear yet, Banks. Our father ain’t too happy, and he want smoke.”

“So talk to him for me.” I rose as well, stomach churning like butter at the thought.

“You his daughter. I can’t?—”

“I’m your sister. Would you be cool with me messing with Low if he wasn’t shit for real? You gonna let Daddy think that?”

Asif stared me down and hadn’t said a word, which caused me to smirk unintentionally because I knew I had him.

“I’ll think about it.” He tugged the door open for me, so I picked my purse and phone back up before rising on my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek in thanks and sliding out.

I hoped Asif lessened whatever blows my dad would attempt to deliver on Low, and me for that matter.