Page 20 of Blake University: HBCU Chronicles: Brynleigh & A.Z.

“There’s really nothing she can say about it.

Especially since I just found out about her being pregnant yesterday.

Women get pregnant at the worst freaking times.

You can fuck ‘em raw for five years and nothing happens. As soon as you get ready to leave for real, boom. We still have a lot of things to discuss but long story short, she can’t say anything to me.

On the other hand, Azra was looking like he wanted to shank both of us. ”

I giggled. “Nah. It’s not like that. I mean, he was probably a lil’ jealous, but A.Z. and prison wouldn’t mix for sure.”

“Y’all a thing though?”

“A thing? No, we’re friends. Friends that have to figure things out.” I wanted to be as honest with him as he had with me.

“I feel you twin,” Deonte nodded his head making me laugh.

The night was wonderful. Aside from me having to use the bathroom three times, everything else was perfect.

Close to the end of the night, I was coming out of the rest room, and a wave of dizziness made me lean against the wall and close my eyes.

I was hot all of a sudden, and it felt as if the room was spinning.

I smelled him before he even said a word.

“Brynleigh, you good?”

When I opened my eyes and saw the worry in A.Z.’s eyes, I knew that even if we didn’t make it as a couple, as his child’s mother, I’d be safe with him. “I just got dizzy for a minute. I’m fine. I think I’ve been on my feet for too long.”

“And this is why you won’t be working two jobs. You want to tell Deonte I’m taking you home, or should I tell him?”

“I’ll tell him.” There was no use in arguing with A.Z. and even though the evening had been nice, I was ready to go.

I ambled back into the ballroom with A.Z.

on my heels. My eyes ping ponged around the room until I spotted Deonte talking to a gorgeous dark-skinned woman.

I inched closer and smiled at her then him.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt. Deonte, I don’t feel well, and I’m going to head out. Thank you so much for inviting me.”

“You okay?” his brows furrowed.

“Yes. I just got a little light-headed. I’ll be fine. Please enjoy the rest of the night. I’ll call you later.”

“Okay. Text me and let me know you made it home safely.” I could hear the skepticism in his voice but as his eyes scanned the room, suddenly, he gave me a knowing nod.

My back was to A.Z. so I couldn’t see him. However, I was willing to bet money that he was staring. Deonte probably put two and two together and was comfortable with me leaving. As we left the venue, A.Z. placed his hand on the small of my back and guided me from behind.

“You sure you don’t need to go to the ER?” he asked as he waited on the valet attendant to bring his car around.

“I’m sure. I’m fine now, and I’m not cramping or bleeding or anything.”

“I’ll call tomorrow and see if there’s a way I can add you to my insurance. If not, I’ll pay for your prenatal care out of pocket. I want you to go to the best.”

“Azra,” I sighed.

“It’s not up for debate. Let me do this please.”

I held my hands up in surrender. “Fine. You got it. I may not have it right now, but I want the best for my child too, and I don’t want it to come from only one parent.

I’m more determined than ever to get my postpartum doula services off the ground soon.

I want our child to be born with a silver spoon in his or her mouth thanks to both parents and not just one. ”

A.Z. gave an appreciative nod as the valet attendant pulled up with his car.

The ride to my apartment was quiet. I was sure we were both in our heads.

I had sprung some pretty shocking news on him, and though he handled it well, I knew he needed time to process it.

I hated that I didn’t tell him sooner or in a better way, but I wasn’t even sure I wanted to keep the child.

Maybe he deserved to have an opinion but if I truly didn’t want the baby, I doubt I would have kept it because he wanted me to. You know my body my choice and shit.

A.Z. followed me inside the apartment. When we entered the living room, Bree was seated on the couch watching television. She glanced up and did a double take when she realized the man that I was walking in with wasn’t the man that I left with.

“Okayyyy,” she stated lowly making me shake my head.

We walked through the living room to get to my bedroom.

My sister and A.Z. exchanged pleasantries.

Once we were inside of my room, I closed the door.

The dress I was wearing wasn’t super tight, but I was more than ready to get out of it.

Since A.Z. had seen my body before, I undressed in the room while he sat on the bed.

Before I could move over to the dresser to grab something to throw on, A.Z.

’s large hand grabbed my waist. He pulled me over to him and placed a kiss on my stomach.

He peppered my lower body with kisses until he reached my peach.

Through the fabric of my thin panties, A.Z.

made eye contact with me as he licked my clit with one slow movement.

Swallowing hard, I watched as he pulled my panties down and stared at my pussy hungrily.

I bit my bottom lip as I anticipated the pleasure that his mouth was going to bring.

When A.Z. sucked my pearl into his mouth, my stomach caved in, and I caressed the back of his head.

Less than a minute in my knees were buckling.

Maybe he could feel my legs trembling, or maybe he just had perfect timing.

A.Z. grabbed my waist with both hands and pulled me forward while lying on his back. His mouth never left my peach.

Placing my hands flat on the bed, I sat on his face as he devoured my pussy like it was his last meal.

I wouldn’t have been surprised if Bree’s nosey ass had turned the TV down, so she could eavesdrop, so I stifled my moans.

I wasn’t just studying children, I was learning about pregnancy and a woman’s body on my quest to be a doula and since deciding to keep my baby.

One thing I had learned was the vagina was super sensitive during pregnancy, and that information was nothing but the truth.

A.Z. had been slurping, sucking, and licking on me for less than three minutes, when an orgasm ripped through my midsection like a tornado.

My body jerked, and I released a guttural moan that probably resembled a wounded animal.

My clit was super sensitive, so despite the way he was feasting on me and the tight grip that he had on my waist, I managed to lift my body.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Guiding myself down, I let my pussy hover over his manhood, and I snaked my tongue into his mouth.

Maybe I was biased, but in my opinion, my pussy tasted just as good as he was making it seem when he was moaning and slurping it.

A.Z. fidgeted with his pants until his manhood was free.

When I felt his tip pressing into my opening, I slowly eased down onto it.

My gosh my pussy was more sensitive, and it felt tighter as well.

The way A.Z. moaned into my mouth, I knew he could feel the difference too.

As we continued to kiss, I twerked on his dick in a nice steady rhythm.

Not too fast and not too slow. A.Z.’s hands massaged and kneaded my ass cheeks as I performed on the pole literally.

“Brynleigh, baby.” The way A.Z. moaned my name against my lips had me feeling myself.

Breaking the kiss, I never broke the rhythm of my ride as I peered into his eyes.

He was biting his bottom lip saying nothing verbally but everything with his eyes.

The way his eye contact made me wetter was insane.

A.Z.’s emotions were loud, yet he wasn’t saying anything.

Was this what making love felt like? Was it possible to make love to a person that you didn’t love…

yet? More than likely, it was intense lust. Super intense lust. But I liked A.Z.

I liked him a lot and since I decided to keep the baby, giving us a shot made sense.

I felt the need to apologize. An apology was on the tip of my tongue, but the sudden orgasm that sent fireworks through my belly stole my words.

I swallowed them down as my mouth opened, and my head fell back.

When A.Z. grunted, growled, or whatever the sound that escaped him was, he grabbed a hand full of my bun, and we kissed passionately as we came together.

It was hands down the best sex I’d ever had in my life.

If A.Z. was the only person I ever had sex with for the rest of my days, I wouldn’t be mad at all.

A.Z. glanced over at me and chuckled. “You look like you swallowed a rock. Relax, Bryn. My mother knows not to play. I let her know when she extended the invitation what I wouldn’t tolerate.”

I was eight weeks pregnant. I wasn’t sure if A.Z.

had told anyone the news, but I had only told Bree.

I planned on waiting another four weeks or so before I told my parents and Penz.

When I needed a day off or to come in late, he never tripped, but I was going to have frequent doctor’s appointments the further along I got.

Plus, I’d probably be showing in another few months, so I wanted to let him know what was up.

I wasn’t a punk by far, but I really didn’t want to curse A.Z.

’s mom out. I was going to try exceptionally hard to be respectful, but I wasn’t with the shits, and I hoped he knew it.

A.Z. had assured me more than once, that she wasn’t on that type of time, but only time would tell.

He grabbed my hand and placed it in his.

“You know I got your back.”

“I know.” I gave him an appreciative smile.

“Am I crowding you yet? You want me to go home tonight?”

I chuckled. “If I said yes, would you go?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think so.”