Page 42 of Anything Necessary for Her (Crenshaw Kings #9)

The lights in my bedroom were off like usual with the only illumination coming from my en suite as I sat Indian style on my bed.

My laptop was open, displaying a few videos that Carolyn had sent me and the rest of the girls to study if we needed.

I’d been watching them for hours, keeping a close eye on every turn, leap, and plié.

I wanted to be the best at what I did, and that didn’t come from doing the bare minimum.

As I took a few notes on things I felt would help me improve, my door came open, and Low’s cologne immediately peppered the air of my large bedroom, making me smirk.

“You watching porn or some shit?” he asked, whipping his head around at how dark it was, the computer highlighting my face.

“No, nigga. I’m studying.” I rolled my eyes playfully as he came to the other side of the bed to lie across it and watch my laptop.

“I see. How long you been doing this?”

“For the past three hours.” I wrote down some more notes, noticing he was silent. “Why?” I gave him my attention.

“I want some pussy.”

“Low.” I gasped, having not expected that for a damn answer.

“I was trying to think of a better way to ease into the shit, but I figured I’d just keep it real.” As he talked, I saw his hard dick threatening the fabric of his Givenchy joggers.

“Low . . .” I shook my head, eyes back on the computer as his hand moved to my sleeveless crop top I wore, pushing it upward.

His warm mouth suctioned to my nipple closest to him as his big hands gripped my abdomen to angle me toward him while pulling me closer.

“Mmm.” He moved to the other side, taking my other nipple into his mouth as I tried but failed to move away from him.

The pressure felt amazing, causing me to dampen my boy shorts, but I needed to be steadfast in my studying.

“Low. Give me an hour.” I pushed his head back, making my nipple slide from his lips, while shoving my shirt back down. I wanted to laugh at the sexual desire in his eyes.

“Or, you give me some, and I’ll help you,” he cajoled, shoving my shirt back up to resume his nipple play before I could answer. His hand traveled down in between my legs, and when he felt the wet fabric of my shorts, he smacked me on the ass. “Bend over.”

“Let me?—”

“I got it. You just bend over.” He cut me off, moving my laptop and notebook from the bed, setting it on the nightstand. He then undressed, making me almost drool at the sight of his muscular but lean and towery frame dipped in brown.

Before I even had my face on the pillow good, Low was behind me, tugging my boy shorts down. When I was about to move so he could get them completely off, he spanked me hard, letting me know not to make a move, so my shorts remained halfway down, resting on my calves.

“Ah!” I moaned when he held my ass cheeks apart then licked from my clit up to my asshole, sticking his tongue inside. It was a new, unfamiliar sensation, but I wasn’t going to complain.

After brushing the thick head of his dick against my clit and all through my messy wetness, he started pushing inside of me, keeping hold of my ass in his big hands as he did so.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, working his way inside of me and stretching me as far as I could go, maybe more.

“Wait,” I whimpered, putting my hand back to help guide him by the abs, but he moved my hand away abruptly.

Kneading my ass cheeks in his hands, he started to fuck me deeply, making me cry out and grip the sheets of my bed. His body hitting my clit was so perfect, making it a bit easier to ignore the slight pain I still felt from his size. This position was still a little uncomfortable for me.

Every time I wanted to reach back and control him, I instead gripped the sheets, biting my lip so I wouldn’t be too loud, but it was no fucking use.

I started to cum all over him, yelling out as he hit me deeply.

He paused inside of me, causing me to attempt to move away, but he gripped my shoulder and brought me back flush to him, shoving his dick back in fully before spanking me.

“Don’t run, Peep. Take this dick like a good girl.” He started stroking me again. “Fuck. This pussy so wet.” He groaned, spanking and groping my ass every now and again as he fucked me at a medium pace but hard.

Just as I was about to cum again, he stopped.

“What are you doing?” I whined.

“Push back on it. If you want it, throw that shit back, Peep,” he ordered, so I did just that, starting off slowly until I found my rhythm.

When he began moaning out of pure pleasure, I did it faster, resting at the base of him every now and again.

“Oh my gosh!” I cried out, throwing my ass back against him and making our skin clap together as I rode out my third orgasm.

“You gon’ make me nut, fuck. Hold up, Peep.” He tried to plead, but I didn’t listen, clamping down on his shaft as I threw my pussy back.

Low started to match my strokes, holding my ass tightly in his hands as he pounded my pussy from behind. I couldn’t keep up, losing our competition as my body shook from creaming on him.

He didn’t slow up, his thumb circling my asshole and making me bite my lip.

Before I knew it, he applied pressure before pushing his thumb inside.

The feel of his dick being deep inside of me, beating my pussy up while his balls tapped my clit and his thumb played in uncharted territory caused a feeling so great to come over me that my mouth hung open in euphoric shock.

I came so hard that Low commented in admiration before saying, “You squirted, Peep.”

I couldn’t respond because I was too overwhelmed and feeling high as hell as Low fucked the shit out of me before yanking out and releasing onto my back. He slowly French kissed my pussy and ass for a bit, biting and sucking on my cheeks here and there.

Finally, as I collapsed to the bed, spent, Low went to get a warm towel to clean me off with.

“The bed is wet now.” I complained as he walked his naked ass back from the bathroom.

“Get on my side until we can change the sheets, Peep.” He smiled, and I rolled over until I felt like my legs were strong enough for me to go pee. We both fully cleaned up, then returned to the bed to relax for a bit. “You a freak for real, Peep.”

“I am not!” I screeched, giggling as he stared me down, licking his lips. I was so embarrassed about squirting for some reason.

“You are. I can’t believe you squirted. Wasn’t a lot, but that shit was sexy, especially coming from that pretty shit you got. Fuck . I keep replaying the sight in my head. You ain’t do that shit any of the times I fucked you until I put my thumb in yo’ ass.”

“Shut up!” I swatted him, but he blocked it, before yanking me toward him for a kiss.

The fact that it clearly turned him on made me feel better about it since he was the only man I worried about impressing or turning on.

“So you like that?”

“I guess so.” I smirked, making him mirror my gesture but more salaciously.

“The thought of another nigga experiencing that shit . . . I’m dead ass when I say I would kill him, Peep.”

“I believe you.” I bobbed my head to support my statement. “I only want you, so nothing to worry about.”

“I’m on yo’ ass. You can’t never leave me.” He grinned.

“Ditto, nigga.” I heightened my brow, making sure he understood.

Licking his lips, he confessed, “I gotta use condoms or something with you.”

“Why?” I lifted a brow. “You better not be up to no good.”

“Never.” He pursed his lips as if to say that was preposterous. “Ain’t enough room in my mind since you got in it to be thinking about fucking somebody else. You forgot I could barely get some head from them two freaks ’cause of yo’ ass.”

I laughed, recalling the memory. “Then why the condoms?”

“Because that’s what I’m used to. I used to pull out of bitches while wearing a condom to be safe, but I didn’t have to worry about withdrawing at the perfect time since at the end of the day, I wasn’t in it raw.

But you, I be sweating bullets to be sure I pull out before I nut.

Yo’ pussy too tight and wet, and my nut will creep up on a nigga randomly at times.

” He moved the errant strands of my hair from my face, kissing my nose afterward.

“I would hate to get you pregnant before we married and you achieve ya goals. I also wouldn’t be cool with you getting an abortion, so I need to be careful. ”

“Have you always wanted kids?” I queried, never hearing him mention future children or anything of the like.

“Not before you, no. I was willing to be the cool uncle to whatever kids Wyatt or Waverley had. Now, though, I want that with you. See what we could fuck around and make together.” I felt myself blushing, just before his lips thrust against mine a few times.

“You remember when you tried to stop fucking with a nigga after the club incident?”

“How could I forget?”

“After you cursed my ass out in front of the ballet studio, I had a fucking panic attack.”

“Because of me?” I sat up some to look into his eyes.

“I guess.” He shrugged, licking his sexy lips while seemingly drifting into his thoughts. “Just thinking about you never fucking with me again sent me into one I guess.”

“You never told me.”

“Didn’t want you to only fuck with me out of sympathy, even though if you didn’t forgive a nigga, I was definitely gon’ try to use that shit as a last resort.” He smiled, making me peck him as I snickered.

“Well then you better not do anything to lose me.”

“Hadn’t planned on it, and that’s why I’m telling you now. I don’t ever wanna feel like that again, and that was only a small percentage of what a nigga would face if you stopped fucking with me now.”

I just took him in for a few beats before pressing my lips to his a few times.

“Okay, enough cuddling and fucking. You promised to help me, so come on before my body starts reacting to that sex session and I get sore.” I climbed from the bed and rounded it, him watching me with a commendation that made me smile.