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She was throwing her ass back now. That was all the more initiative I needed to escalate shit a little further than we intended. With ease, I pulled her shorts down and inserted another finger inside her warm, tight, booty hole. Each time, I eased out of her just a tad, my fingers were coated in white cream, making me bite down on my lip at the way her body was responding to me.

“But y-you know I’m going to want to fuck youuu if you keep doing this,” she whined and put her head down.

“If you want to get fucked then say that,” I told her.

Chapter Eleven: Akira

“We’re not supposed to be doing this,” I cooed.

My feet rested by his toned thighs as I straddled him. My small hands gripped his shaft as I gently stroked it. Drill always had brick hard dick and never needed a boost. However, right now, I was contemplating on switching positions because riding his dick would be a challenge for me, like it always was. I’m not going to front and say that I’m an expert at riding dick, because I’m not, but having sex with Drill he always put me in crazy positions, beckoning me to cum and get used to being in them. Honestly, from the back I get a little bit of leeway, because I get to control how much dick I can take versus, riding dick, he uses his hips and thrusted upwards with his strong hands gripping my thick waist, threatening me to complain about him giving me too much dick or not being able to handle it all.

“Why the fuck we ain’t?” he frowned.

“Becauseeee I said so,” I whimpered as I teased my clit with the tip of his mushroom head. Drill has the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen. I tell him that all the time, but it’s not like he goes around watching dicks to know what an ugly one looks like, but I wouldn’t lie about that. It’s so thick, fat and chocolate, with veins around the shaft. His tip was shaped like a mushroom, and it was so pink and pretty. Courtesy to hygiene, he kept himself waxed down there. I didn’t find the thought weird, just the image of him laying down to get waxed, until he explained to me that he prefers wax strips instead.

“Because we’re not,” I moaned and rolled my eyes to back of my head. A sensible excuse couldn’t come to my mind, but we agreed on no fucking for a while to see if our relationship would stand the test of time. Also, my pussy needed a damn break. When Drill fucks me, I be out of commission for a few days and sore but somehow, his good charm and fine ass demeanor lured me in to riding dick when I was only supposed to be sucking it.

“I’m right where the fuck I need to be,” he grunted. “Stop fuckin’ stalling and put this dick in you, mane. You ain’t fuckin’ slick,” he slapped me on the ass as he called me out.

Sucking my teeth, I shook my head and eased down on his dick. That was just the tip. I still had a lot more to go and it was too much to take. “Ooooooh shiiiit.”

“Just like that bae,” he moaned. “Fuuuuck! Ease that pretty, tight ass wet pussy down on this big ass dick. Better act like you fuckin’ know.”

“Oooooh, Drill,” I whined, as I came down slowly, taking my time. It wouldn’t be long before he became impatient and took over for me. “You know you’re too big,” I argued.

“You must be used to fuckin’ lil’ dick ass niggas or some?” He grunted, his eyes low and filled with lust. “Stop actin’ like you ain’t gon’ be takin’ this dick for the rest of yo fuckin’ life.”

“Shut up and let me do this,” I argued with him. I knew the more I’d let him talk shit, he’d do just that and piss me off.

“That’s what the fuck I’m tryna to do,” he chuckled, showcasing a sexy Colgate white smile. “Don’t be too long on this dick. This should’ve been a quickie and you on top bullshittin’ around Akira.” He complained as he slapped me on the ass. Determination fueled me as I came down really slow on his dick. Pain made me winch but I couldn’t go out like no punk. I felt his dick in my stomach as I rested between his thighs. If I dared to look down, I’d see the imprint through my stomach. He was shirtless and fine as fuck, oozing and dripping in love and sexiness as he continued to stare at me intently.

“You look so fuckin’ good ridin’ this dick bae. Fuuuuuck! This a pretty ass sight to see.” He moaned followed by a low grunt.

Biting down on my lip, I removed my hands from his toned thighs and placed them on his ridged eight back, for better posture. I released a passionate moan too, because I was started to cream on his dick. Everything was making me aroused. Nothing about riding dick or being fucked—though I loved the thrill, of being fucked into a coma by Drill, my sexual desire for him went above and beyond everything. I could look at a picture of him and get wet. That’s the mind fucking, stimulating bullshit I be talking to my girls about. They said I was in love, and I never argued with that, I couldn’t blink at another nigga since I’ve been fucking with him. He had me strung.

“Ahhhhh… Hmmmm… Ooooh… Fuuuuck. Baeeee,” I moaned and threw my head back.

I didn’t have to look down to see the cream from my pussy drippin’ down to his balls because I could hear it. The smacking sounds mimicked macaroni being stirred.

“Damn,” he grunted. I felt his hands go around my waist, so I knew what was next to come. He was about to hammer my pussy leaving me with nothing left. “Stop fuckin’ playin’ like you don’t know what to do on this dick Akira,” he groaned.

Each thrust, I moaned because of the euphoric pleasure that was stimulating through my body. It started with my toes and jolted up to my thick calves, then my stomach. Our skin slapping together over the frogs grogging outside was a lot for me to digest when I was already digesting Drill’s dick. He wasn’t playing fair, he was fucking the shit out of me, giving me nothing to yearn for later.

“Drilllllll,” I screamed. “Oh my—fuuuuuuuck!”

“Say this the best fuckin’ dick you ever had in yo life Princess!”

Lifting my head back up, my eyes remained closed, and my body felt stuck as I rode the first wave. I clamped my pussy down shut on his dick, gripping it, urging him to cum with me.

“This the best fucking?—”

Whap!

A slap across the ass made me lift my head up to see him staring at me those low, chestnut-colored eyes, shaped like almonds. His bottom lip was between his teeth and his brows dipped.

“Look at me when you say that shit Akira,” he snapped.

My mouth parted open as I enjoyed the ride. The harder he thrusted his hips, the deeper he was inside of me, and I couldn’t take it, he knew I couldn’t take all this big ass dick. No matter much we fucked, his dick was always too much for me to take.

“You gotta slow down … ooh bae… you gotta slow down,” I whimpered.

Whap!

He slapped me across the ass, this time a little harder than before.

“Is that what the fuck I asked you? When have you ever known me to take it easy on this good, tight ass pussy. You better get a fuckin’ grip mane. I can’t wait to clown yo shit talkin’ ass ‘bout not being able to take this dick later on. The fuck you got goin’ on?”

Ignoring him I answered his prior question to him bashing me. “This…Ughhh…This is the best dick I’ve ever had in my life. Y-you k-know that,” I stammered the last part. “Drill I’m about to cum,” I whimpered.

“You ain’t got to tell me some shit I already know girl.”

I tried to hold out for as I long as I could, but he was fucking me with a powerful force that I couldn’t fight off.

“Make that pussy cum for Daddy,” he moaned.

On cue, I did. My body paused on top me in shock as he continued to drill the fuck out of me, before nutting inside of me.

“Fuuuuuck,” I shrieked. “Oh my gosh!”

“Damn girl,” he panted and leaned up to pull my body down on him, so I rested on top of him, fully naked. My nipples poked him on the chest as I snuggled closer to him, feeling his dick thump inside of me. It was still hard, but I couldn’t handle no more after that. “Yo momma blessed you with some good ass shit, making me wonder if her shit good like this too,” he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around, then slid one of his hands down to my ass to caress it.

My head sprang up, barely missing his chin, almost clocking it. “Stop playing with me! Why would you say some creep shit like that.”

To my response he snickered. “You know I’m just playin.”

“No you weren’t. Just for that, if your dick is so good, I wonder how your daddy dick feels then.”

Now it was my turn to snicker only then he snickered with me too, making me raise my brow. “So that’s funny?”

“Good luck with that shit. If you can get that nigga to get hard, you’d perform a miracle.”

I gazed at him with a confused stare. “What? So, he’s gay?”

“Naw. Hell naw. That nigga been paralyzed since I was ten.”

I sighed, wanting to prude around, but I didn’t want too. Over time, I’ve learned layers of Drill involve a traumatic story and most of them are jaw dropping. I bet if I asked, intruding through the faint memory, we’d be here all night, naked, traveling down memory lane. More so, I never settled for short answers, but Drill preferred them instead—anytime I mentioned his crude past. It was his nature… part of his character… shielding on the dark side looking like a predator. Rumor has it, good girls attract predators—like me, the good girl.

“You have to stop nutting in me,” I murmured, shifting the subject. “I googled it.”

“What the fuck does whatever you google in your spare time have anything to do with me?” he mumbled nonchalantly.

“They said, the nut never goes away. When I pee, some of it is still swimming around in there. I also saw someone mention, semen stays in you for up to five years,” I stated.

It was partially factual, but I didn’t go into a rabbit hole with the theory. I clicked on the first post I saw. It was a popular topic on Reddit apparently and it was going ape shit around this time of the year—Valentine’s Day. In true Drill fashion, it wasn’t like him to care. I’m sure if I popped up with a positive pregnancy test right now, he’d be ecstatic, claiming to know more about my body more than I did and how if I asked him first, he could’ve told me. With my eyes closed, I could vividly see the scene unfold. Bottom line, Drill loved nutting in me. I’m his little nut basket, or at least that’s the crazy shit he says.

He chuckled at my banter. His laughter was contagious, so I chuckled in unison too, even laughing a little bit after he stopped.

“The shit you say.” He stated.

“And the things you do,” I tittered.

“That pussy like Nyquil girl,” he mumbled tirelessly, stifling back a yawn.

“What do you have planned for tomorrow?”

I busied myself making circles around his coffee-colored nipple.

“What’s tomorrow?”

“Valentine’s Day Eve.”

“I swear, y’all women just be making shit up,” he chuckled. “I ain’t had a reason to celebrate Valentine’s Day in years?—”

My head shot up again and I opened my mouth to shoot off. He darted his eyes open and chuckled before slapping me on the booty.

“Look at you,” he teased. “Ready to go off on a nigga, before I can finish my sentence.”

“Well, what were you going to say?”

“Until I met you, bae. You give me a reason to celebrate this shit for many years to come. I just want to make you happy. I can’t believe I almost lost you over my pride,” he confessed, making my heart flutter.

“I was going to remind you every chance you got,” I snickered. “I’m irreplaceable nigga.” Now it was my turn to boast.

“You goddamn right,” he mumbled. “Them last few niggas ain’t know how to handle you.”

“Oh, and you do,” I giggled.

“Yeah, I know how to tame you Akira. You be thinking you call the shots. All you needed was a nigga like me to break you down.”

“Break me down huh?”

“I been chasing you since you were sixteen.”

“That’s a long time,” I mumbled, remembering the memories.

“And we got a long way to go.”

A few moments of silence passed by before I heard light snores coming from him. It took so much willpower to join him in a deep slumber, but I hated going to bed, after sex without washing up. The clock on my nightstand read, 3:30 a.m. and I knew the second my alarm blared I’d regret letting Drill keep me up all night like this.

The following day

Feb. 13 th

“For me to be doing shit your mama told you to do is what pisses me off about you the most and you wonder why she loves me more than she loves you,” I snapped at Jalisa.

My days are planned and until I’m scheduled to go back to work, I planned on doing nothing for the day, besides going to my dentist to get my teeth cleaned and later on today, my parents are having a Valentine’s Day brunch. They do it every year and I couldn’t miss that. It’s not a big event; it’s just a small gathering with close friends and family. My sister Akiya is in town for a few days, so that’s exciting. I didn’t bring it up to Drill, because I was still trying to figure out how I wanted to tell the rest of my family about him and I. It wouldn’t be perfect, but in my head I had it all figured out.

Jalisa has me running all around the city, like a chicken with my head cut off for her, doing shit she should’ve been doing but work prevented that.

“First of all, hoe, you know how to say no when somebody ask you to do something. This client is a top tier elite one and I couldn’t cancel or reschedule,” she snapped back. “How many times have I told you, ‘I appreciate you’, what more do I have to do, kiss your ass? That’s what it sound like.”

“Nothing!” I continued to rant as I bagged my items in the checkout line at Target. My ear was pressed to the phone, and I hunched my shoulder up using it to hold my phone against my ear. “I’m just so aggravated!”

She sighed before asking, “Aggravated by what? You’re always aggravated, that ain’t nothing new.”

There weren’t a lot of bags for me to hold, so I didn’t need the cart anymore. As I was leaving out the store, there was a woman coming inside, approaching the section where the baggage carts were, but there minimal, so I gave her mine instead.

“I got my teeth cleaned today and you know who much that shit hurts my gums. Then on top of that, my pussy is sore.” While trotting towards my car, I mumbled the last part in a hushed tone as people bypassed me.

Jalisa’s loud ass started cackling in my ear as I approached my car. She’s the yin to my yang. Had the shoe been on the other foot, I would’ve done the same thing and laughed too. My antics are dramatic, I’ll say that, but I’m able to vent to her without feeling less than.

After putting the bags on the passenger seat floor, I cranked up my car and started heading in her direction. She was connected to my car, so I didn’t have to hold the phone up to ear anymore.

“You don’t have to tell me for me to know Drill knocked the bolts off that pussy. By the way you were walking and limping I knew he had done what he was supposed to do,” she responded after getting herself together. “All that weeping and crying you were doing the other day did it.”

“When you left, he pulled up right after you. We didn’t fuck that night, but we worked it out.”

“He was never the problem, it was you. Akira, it’s always you. If Drill was like the last one, I don’t mind telling you, he’s just another fuck nigga, but when I look in his eyes and yours, I see a spark there. You have to be patient with him and give him grace. Bitch, you remember when Lucky and I were in college, it took him a year, after getting together to tell me that he loves me. These niggas don’t come with a manual, you have to figure them out.”

“I thought you were a realtor, not a fucking therapist.”

“I’m just telling you what I know.”

“Wait,” I giggled as I stopped a red light. “I thought you liked Corbin. Lucky put in a good word for him, and you told me you liked him. Bitch don’t tell me you were lying this whole time and wasting mine.”

“You think I’d cut a nigga off if you said you didn’t like him? You’re hard to please when it comes to every damn thing. I remember at one point you hated Lucky and here we are, married and happy going on eight years. I didn’t give a fuck about you liking my nigga or not.”

The traffic light turned green, signaling my movement, just as she completed her statement. “I am not hard to please.”

“Akira please stop lying to your fucking self. You’re the bougee friend out of Lira and I. It just turns out Drill was never bothered by none of that stuck up ass bullshit. I’ve always said you needed a nigga to break you down and I never said I hated Corbin; I didn’t like him for you.”

“Well, I’m glad you admitted that years later and I don’t think I’m stuck up. I just like nice things, because I deserve them. That doesn’t mean that my man has to afford my lifestyle. Now, would it be nice for my man to cash out on a Hermes bag…yes,” I giggled.

“Drill, I love him for you. That man don’t fucking play about you and I’m glad that you found somebody who loves your crybaby ass.”

My stomach caved in, just thinking about Drill. The feeling is so indescribable when somebody likes you back. I’ve experienced so many lame ass boring ass niggas and I’ve met the one, I’ve finally met my fucking man and I ain’t letting up.

“He does and I love him so fucking much. I’ve never loved a man like this before, this feels different,” I gushed.

“I used to tell you all the time, love will find you when you least expect it. I love this for you, you deserve it. That nigga ain’t let up at all. When you try to get out of line, he put you in check real quick.”

“This last time, I broke down he didn’t even freak out. You know Corbin would’ve left and gave me time to cool down, but Drill wrapped his arms around me and grabbed my chin, looked me deep in my eyes and told me how he felt. It’s the little things he does that drives me crazy,” I bragged to her.

“Trust me, I get it.”

As I pulled into the subdivision where she was meeting her client, I told her I was outside. We talked for a minute, but I had to leave because I was pressed for time. It was already noon and if I didn’t arrive on time my parents would call me having a fit, addressing my tardiness, especially my nosey ass daddy. I’d be running a little behind, so I couldn’t help them prepare like I planned on doing. Jalisa hitting me up at the last minute asking for that favor sort of threw me off schedule and with them being all way across town from where I am now, I’d be rushing to get out there from downtown.

Getting into my groove, I started playing music on my car radio, just as I did that, my little sister, Akea called me. Declining her call suited this moment best because I knew what she was calling me for. When she called me again, I greeted her with annoyance in tone, not bothering to hide it.

“Well, damn what’s all the attitude and shit for?”

While merging onto the expressway, I briefly checked my blind spot to ensure no vehicles were present. “Usually when someone declines the first call, that doesn’t give you the invitation to call again. It means they’re busy.”

“First off smart ass, I’m calling to see where you are, you know daddy wouldn’t have settled for you not answering the phone.”

“Tell him my phone was dead. You know I’m on the way, Akea. I had to do something for Jalisa really quick. I’m headed to their house now. I’m coming from downtown. I should be out that way in twenty minutes.”

“Who’re you on the phone with?” I heard my daddy ask.

Before Akea could speak, I ended the call and started back jamming my music. Then it started ringing again, further pissing me off. Without looking at the caller, I pressed the call button on my steering wheel.

“Hello!”

“Damn bae, who the fuck pissed in your cereal this morning,” Drill’s deep voice blared into the speaker making my heart grow warm. “I would say I didn’t sleep with you last night but that ain’t true,” he continued.

“Hey baby,” I cooed. “I’m sorry for the attitude.”

“Yeah, hey. You know to calm the fuck down when you’re talking to me. I’ll bop down on your ass quick. Why you comin’ from downtown?”

“I’m not sharing my location with you. How do you know I’m coming from downtown,” my brow rose inquisitively.

“I got a tracking device in your car,” he stated casually.

“Are you talking about an air tag,” I shrieked. “How the fuck you get an air tag in my car without me notified. You know when you’re near someone with an air tag your phone will alert you.”

“I’m very well aware of that bae.”

“Well type of fucking tracking device is it and why do you have in my car? Drill please don’t piss me off.”

He chuckled. “My name wouldn’t be Drill if I didn’t piss you off bae. It’s for your safety. It ain’t a trust thing. I trust you won’t do shit stupid.”

“So, can I put one in your car? For your safety,” I rebutted.

“I’m safe wherever I’m at bae,” he uttered. “Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?”

“To answer your question, I was handling something for Jalisa. She’s busy with a client and needed me to do something for her.”

“Where you headed to now? Come pull up on me, so I can show these gym bitches up here my eye candy.”

“As long as you’re telling them you gave a girlfriend, I don’t need to pop up acting like I give a fuck about any of the gym equipment. I’ll put some athletic wear on real quick just to spy on you, making sure you’re on your best behavior.”

Before my eyes I could see the gym bitches, especially his clients doing the most. Drill is very attractive, and I know how women get. Every other damn day, he’s trending for doing what he gets paid to do on social media and that shit annoys the fuck out of me. They be acting so damn thirsty in the comments. Lira’s messy ass tagged me in one of the videos and before the hype could be diverted to me, I untagged myself, but I didn’t do it fast enough for them to be swarming on my page and following me. Though I haven’t posted him yet, he stayed in my close friends.

That got a heavy laugh out of him, making me roll my eyes. He knew I wasn’t lying;,that’s why his black ass was laughing.

“I can see your crazy ass doin’ some shit like that. I ain’t crazy to fumble you for no chicken head, girl.”

“Oh, I know,” I boasted. “But I know how persistent women can be. Shit, I can just imagine what your DM’s look like. I know it’s so many thirsty bitches in your message, saying and sending you crazy shit.”

“Pussy don’t move me,” he retorted, making me gape my mouth open in shock.

“I beg your fuckin’ pardon! I had you driving in the snow, playing dress up for this pussy. Don’t get the big head nigga. I don’t lie, I state facts,” now it was my turn to boast.

“You get that shit from me.”

“Say I’m lying then,” I grinned.

“You ain’t lying,” he admitted.

“I know I’m not. I had Martavious Washington in a hot ass Santa Claus suit, letting kids tug on his beard and call him Santa.”

“Yeah okay, chill out.” I could hear him smiling and that was all the more boasting I had to do as I pulled up to my parent's house. “I rest my case, nigga.”

“You at your folks’ house? What they got goin’ on?” He queried making me roll my eyes.

“I can’t wait to find that punk ass tracking device and burn it. That’s okay, because I’m making an appointment first thing in the morning to my dealership so they can take that mess off.” I complained as I pulled the sun visor down to check out my minimal makeup. Due to me being rushing to get ready this morning, I had to light beat on myself.

“Not even the feds can find that muthafucka bae, don’t fool yourself. I’m a smart criminal, not a dumb one.”

“Yeah, your smart ass still got caught.”

“Only ‘cause a nigga snitched,” he defended.

My daddy spotted me from the garage, and he was mouthing something. I knew he was talking shit, but I wasn’t as late as I anticipated to be, but nonetheless I wasn’t on time like he wanted me to be. He was pointing at me with the pair of tongs in his hand, still ranting off at the mouth. My uncle Earnest, Derrick’s daddy came into view, putting a hand over his bald head to block the sun.

“Baby let me call you back. I’ma call you as soon as I leave here okay.”

“You good, enjoy your time with your folks.”

“Okay, I love you.”

My heart beat rapidly before trembling took over awaiting got him to say it. I needed to hear him say it… I needed to hear him tell me he loved me… our love was one step closer and hearing him say those words would make me feel more complete that I’ve ever felt with any man.

“I love you too.” He muttered cooly without a stutter.

“Martavious,” I inhaled deeply, trying to calm the tremor that ran through my body.

“Akira.”

“You said it,” I muttered barely above a whisper.

“And I meant it. You’re teaching me and I’m taking notes.”

“Nigga you make me fall more and more in love with you every day.”

“That’s the plan, because I remember at one point you didn’t.”