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CHAPTER 3

E very time he licked and sucked on my delicate flesh, I felt my juices escape out of my pussy hole and flow like a river down to my asshole. I didn’t want to cum in this car, but Drill was making it hard to not indulge in the satisfaction. He knew this was triggering for me, because my favorite place to cum was either on his dick or his tongue. With him feasting on me now, licking and slurping on my pussy, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Drill, p-please, baby-” Biting down on my lip, my stomach started to convulse, as he tongue-fucked me, with so much determination in his eyes, daring me to cum on his tongue or else.

This wasn’t punishment, this was pure fucking torture from the shit I said back there. I didn’t mean it, I was stuck in the moment not knowing what else to say or do for the matter.

Stopping momentarily, he lifted his head up. Juices trickled from his beard and landed on my exposed belly. When he parted his mouth, my cool sap was coated in the corners of his lips. “Please what baby, do what the fuck you want to do, whether you want cum or not, you gon’ do it either fucking way.”

“B-but the driver is w-watching.” I told him as if he didn’t already know. I wouldn’t call the man perverted for watching, because we’re in his back seat. I’m almost certain he sees this type of thing all the time being in Lover’s Island. The scenes embedded in his mind were probably exclusive enough to make a movie.

Giving me a death stare, Drill frowned at me while licking his lips, then started smacking like he was savoring the taste. Just my luck the car stopped, and the driver told us we arrived at the beach house. Choosing my battle, I slightly put my legs down and pushed Drill off me, moving him to the side. Being the asshole he was born to be, he snatched my thong and pants up before I had a chance to grab them. Naked from the waist down, I scoffed, slightly embarrassed the driver had seen my pussy and asshole. Drill exited the car before me and held the door open, nudging me to exit with his hand, as he wiped his face clean with the other hand. Without a goodbye, the driver’s cheeks turned beet red. He couldn’t hide it with his skin complexion being the color of a crisp pancake.

The driver drove off leaving us standing in front of the beach house. Unbeknownst to Drill, I wasn’t fond of being naked out in the open like this. Our driver didn’t have a name, so I couldn’t acknowledge him and say, “hey, I apologize for the way we acted in your car, it won’t happen again.” Oh yeah, the thought sounded better in my mind than me taking the initiative, with my bare ass and pussy on display. They didn’t go by first names at least you couldn’t expose them to anyone while being here. You could be next to a sex offender and wouldn’t know it. Thankfully, they ran a thorough background check, so anybody who wanted to do things like drive and bartend had to go through the intensive measures.

“C’mon.” Drill was busy with something on his phone, before he diverted his attention to me. With a smirk on his handsome face, he walked over to me, invading my personal space then smashed his lips into my forehead. To seal the kiss, he let it linger there for a millisecond before pulling back and tilting his head to gaze down at me with a burning desire and swelled heart eyes.

I’d be coy not to admit how fucking fine he looked tonight. Donned in a wine colored, cotton jersey t-shirt from Gucci, his muscles were on full display. Every time he moved them without effort they flexed. Sexy, sporting a pair of Valabasas jeans to color coordinate with his shirt, his feet were laced in a pair of Off-White sneakers. A simple chain clung from his neck and the matching diamonds on the watch cloaked around his wrist made you shield your face. Fine wasn’t the word to describe this man, he was perfect. When God created him, he dipped him in chocolate being delicate like a chocolate covered strawberry and as if one dip wasn’t enough, he dipped him in again, giving him the skin tone of a Kit-Kat.

“Fix yo fuckin’ face girl,” he pulled back and smirked. I felt a cold gush of wind near my butt, before his muscular hand landed on my ass making me flinch. In a millisecond like a warp, I became pissed at him all over again after slightly dismissing the stunt he pulled a few seconds ago. “What, you mad ‘cause you ain’t buss a nut?”

Rolling my eyes, I scoffed and walked away from him. Naked from the waist down, with every step in my Gianvotti Rossi heels, I felt my ass jiggling. I’m sure he was behind me with my skinny jeans in tow, making long strides to get near me enjoying the view. Quickly reaching the front door, I entered the code and made an attempt to close it in his face, but he caught it, chuckled and locked it after us.

“That’s a big ‘ole ass right there, mane,” he mumbled after me.

With my panties in tow, I sauntered in the direction of our lavish bedroom and tossed my heels on the floor, ignoring his panty wetting banter. As I leaned over on the king-sized bed, I skimmed through my Glam-Aholic suitcase, searching for something to wear to bed. Drill preferred me to go to bed naked, but I couldn’t give a fuck about his preference right now. For now, I’m giving him my ass to kiss it.

“You got a fuckin’ attitude.” He came over to me and asked, breaking my attention away from my suitcase. Slithering his muscular arm around my neck, he held it there and cuffed my pussy with the other hand. I gasped, feeling his thick nine-inch dick sway against the back of my thighs. “You need some fuckin’ act right for the way you showed out back there, bae,” he whispered in my ear before kissing it. The way his beard tickled the crook of my neck, I wanted to melt. He was swooning me in the best way he knew how. Mad or not, it was impossible to stay that way for long, because the second his thick, dark and veiny dick greets my pussy, all bets are off. Then six strokes later, I forget the reason I’m mad to begin with.

Tilting my head to the side, I gave him the neck room to do just about anything to me. When his tongue escaped his mouth and slithered across my neck, my knees buckled, and I sucked on my bottom lip like a baby. It felt so fucking good and he knew it too. “F-fuuuck,” I gasped.

“We ain’t got to that part yet baby,” he spoke, his voice low and deep.

“I have to showerrr,” I whimpered.

“You know you taste better when it got a ‘lil tang to it. How many times do I need to tell you that shit?”

I lost my breath when he started strumming my clit with his thumb. Like any other time, his dick won this battle, making it harder to resist him. My knee crashed into the plush comforter set and my stomach buckled as I reached my peak. He knew what he was doing, and I’d bet money that if I turned my head around, he’d be wearing that cocky smirk on his handsome ass face.

“Drill, stop!” Slapping at his hand, I sucked my teeth and sighed. Contemplation weighed me down heavy, almost sinking me like an anchor. Though I’d already given in, I wanted to put up a front.

A hissing noise escaped my mouth when I felt him spread my ass cheeks apart to tongue fuck my asshole.

“Even yo asshole taste sweet bae.” He grunted before diving his tongue back inside of my asshole again, sucking and slurping on my tight flesh. “Fuck girl.”

I was stuck with nowhere to run if I wanted to, Drill had me bent over, face up ass down as he devoured me from behind like I was his last meal. I loved the way he ate pussy, often I bragged about it because it just was that fucking good . He put every guy before him to shame and whatever I thought pussy licking and tongue fucking was. Being ashamed to take those heights with me… to me, was something he wasn’t afraid to do, and he always made me comfortable. With me being vanilla in the bedroom, he always made sure I felt good and comfortable exploring those heights with him. I’ve never had my asshole licked or touched when I explored in sexual activities, that was the forbidden canal for childish men, but Drill did it effortlessly with no shame and tongue kissed me afterwards.

My neck craned as my boho knotless braids fell over my shoulder and flowed down my back, so I could get a better visual. The only thing I could see was the top of his head, riddled with deep waves.

“Baeeee,” I whimpered, not being able to handle it. Whether he was sucking on my pussy or tongue fucking me in the ass, I came, always. He made sure of it.

A hard slap to my ass had me scolding him. “What the fuck was that for?” I palmed my ass to soothe the sting.

“Now I’m bae, a while ago I was just a friend. You were showing out and shit back there on straight bullshit, fuck all that role playing shit, you don’t address me as no fucking friend.” A low growl rumbled in his chest before erupting into a vicious snarl. He frowned, making his handsome face look less attractive.

I stood up while I had the chance and turned around to face him, returning the frown. “You agreed on role playing and now you’re mad that I was enjoying it.”

He towered over me, so I stood on my toes, my eyes meeting his chin. “Naw, if I didn’t want to do that lame ass shit, I wouldn’t have agreed on it, Princess. That role playing shit was out the door when I came over there. Niggas and bitches touching all over you and ogling at you like a hot steak wasn’t part of the plan.”

“I’m sure bitches was ogling at you too, I wasn’t trippin’,” I stated in my defense. “You admitted that you were jealous, so that’s all there is to it Drill,” I smirked.

He tittered and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jealous just a tad because you know how I feel about you and this pussy.I’d be crazy as fuck not to be over this good ass shit Akira.” Right foot then left he stepped closer to me and wagged his finger in front of my face. “You know what it feels like to have a lame ass nigga imposing and shit. I’m not included in that variable.”

I tilted my head and bit down on my lip. Emotions swarmed through me and my body was humming. Standing in front of him bare, my heart was doing flips. Drill and I never made it a thing to expose the way we felt about one another; sex did the talking for us. All the times he fucked me raw, whispered in my ear and uttered sweet nothings, sucked on my toes and ate my ass and pussy, I never doubted I was single after all of that, but Drill never mentioned it, so I didn’t impose. Day by day, my feelings grew stronger for him, and it was becoming harder not to admit that. Just like I wanted him, I knew he wanted me too and being on Lover’s Island, exposed with the beauty of love and lust surrounding us, soon we’d come to terms with that, at least I hope so.

“You getting out of hand with this jealous shit,” he muttered. “Let me show you why I’m so fucking jealous. Show you why you deserve braggin’ rights.”

In one swift motion, he turned me around and gently pushed me on the bed. My body sank on the beige plush comforter set. The expansive California king-sized bed easily swallowed my open suitcase, leaving ample space for Drill to stretch me out.

“Put your ankles above your head Princess,” he spoke lowly and stroked his dick. Precum oozed from the tip as he gently stroked his shaft, while never taking his eyes off me. His eyes were low and burgundy, evident that his high was making an entrance. Somehow, he managed to sneak some weed on the plane, enough to last him until our departure. I didn’t question it.

He was fine as fuck with a chiseled body; muscles ripped. The man's body was adorned with a myriad of tattoos, covering every inch from his neck all the way down to his toes. Intricate designs and vibrant colors danced across his skin, captivating the eyes of anyone who dared to look. Every night in deep thought with my head on his chest, his heartbeat thumped against my temple, I ran my fingertips across the dark shade, thinking vividly about what each tattoo meant and how they were significant to him.

“Drill,” I flung my head back and whined. “Is all this even necessary?”

As I lifted my head up, he was pulling his shirt over his neck and tossing it across the room. “Naw Princess, I’m ‘bout to show you better than I could fuckin’ tell you. I told you ‘bout fuckin’ playin’ with me. I ain’t right in the head when it comes to you, bae,” he groaned. Dipping his head down, he clutched his dick again and began stroking it again. More precum dripped from his pink mushroom tip and landed on my pussy. With a lazy smirk across his handsome face, he stuck his tongue out and slithered it across my pussy hole, tasting his cum.

“You wanna taste it bae.” He came over to me and nastily tongue kissed me, not allowing me to utter yes. It was never no when it came to tasting him. From the first time, when Drill turned me out nothing was off limits with him. Just like me, he loved the way he tasted too. He loved it even better after deep stroking my pussy, the mixture of my cream and his nut, was the perfect mixture. To let the taste settle on his tongue he smacked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

As we kissed, he adjusted my body because my booty was hanging off the bottom of the bed. Pulling back, he licked and sucked on my neck leaving passion marks. With every sway, I felt his dick slap against my pussy making me hiss. “Sweet ass skin, girl,” he grunted.

I couldn’t withstand the heat I had to have him. My hunger for him was growing more and more intense. My desire for him was burning and in flames. The way he has me captive, has me on the edge. This shit was so lit that not even an icicle could tame the burn or ease the sensation. Drill had this way of making women crave him. It was his aura. Something powerful ignited within him, like a magnetic force to lure women to him. He couldn’t help it, and when the time came because the tables always turned, I was the jealous one, ready to rock a bitch to sleep for batting their eye lashes at him.

My mouth gaped open and sounds of pleasure escaped my throat. Every suck and kiss turned me on, even when it hurt he kissed my neck to soothe the ache. I’m almost certain by morning, my cinnamon complexion will have burgundy colored passion marks all over it, mimicking small bruises. Drill always went overboard every time, it was in his nature.

“Ahhhh,” I shrieked, feeling him suck a little harder than he should’ve. “Shiiit!”

“Damn bae,” he groaned and pulled back. His tongue swiped his lips, and that same lust filled look he gave me, made me want to melt through the covers and through the floor. It was panty wetting.

“I’m ‘bout to go to work on yo ass girl.” He released a sinister chuckle and propped his leg on the bed. His manicured feet were by my face.

Determination was written all over his face as he grabbed his meaty dick, positioning it at my pussy hole. When the thought dawned on me, I froze and moved my hands away from my ankles to put them on his stomach, pausing him.

“Wait, Drill, wait!”

His brows furrowed in a deep V, and the sharp look in his eyes spoke volumes of his annoyance. “What’s the matter?”

I sighed, not knowing how he’d feel, but from day one we never used protection. I wanted to change that. “A condom.” I murmured. “We have to start using condoms Drill.”

“A condom? The fuck done got into you? Since when do I ever strap up when it comes to fucking you? A change of scenery got you losing all yo fuckin’ common sense. I’m ‘bout to fuck it back in you though, don’t worry bae.”

“But—”

To get me to shut up, he thrusted his hips forward and stroked me, not giving me time to adjust to his length and girth. My eyes bucked open, and my mouth parted. “Ahhhh fuuuuuuuck,” I shrieked. “Drill slow down?—”

His body grinding into my lower half, it was evident that he wasn’t trying to settle. He knew no matter how many times a day we fucked, he had to ease his dick inside of me. Nine inches of man is too much to handle for me. The dildo’s I owned weren’t even this big. Six inches is enough for me to take, but if I admitted that to Drill, he’d clown me for fucking little dick niggas.

“This pussy so fucking good bae, and you fucking wondering why.” He groaned and wrapped his hands around my neck, still fucking me, showing no mercy.

Our skin slapping filled the room, accompanied by my guttural moans. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he deep stroked me. I wasn’t in the position to fuck back, and I hated when he did this. Fucking from the back, I could run. Riding his dick, I could take how much I wanted to before he called me out on it.

When I opened my eyes, he was staring down at me. Our brown eyes played ping-pong, and he never stopped fucking me. “This another Drill session baby, stop acting like you can’t take this dick.” Pecking my lips, he stuck his tongue inside of my mouth and started sucking on mine. While moaning into my mouth, he let my neck go and ran his finger across my scalp. “Tell me you don’t feel this shit,” he grunted. “I know you fucking feel it baby.”

Drill lifted his head and continued grinding into me. When he put the other foot on the bed, I lost it. Looking down, if I could capture a snapshot of his dick going in and out of me, coated in cum, I’d do it. Every time he inched out of me, he filled me up quickly, making his balls slap my pussy.

“Hmmmm, Drill,” I whimpered. “I feel it baby, I feel it.”

Slapping me on the thigh, he bit down on his bottom lip and continued pumping into me. “Better act like you fucking know! I’ll fucking kill you and then kill myself over this good, tight ass shit, girl. You don’t know what the fuck you working with baby.”

“Drill,” I gasped as my stomach caved in. “It’s in my stomach! I can feel it in my fucking stomach,” I shrieked.

“That’s where the fuck it go,” he moaned. “You ain’t got nowhere to fucking run, huh?” He chuckled.

Jolts of electricity shocked me as I rode the first wave. This was too much to handle and if this was his way of fucking some common sense into me, he did just that. I felt my juices spurt out my pussy and rain down to my asshole.

“I’m making this pretty pussy cum ain’t I baby? Daddy doin’ you a fucking favor,” he muttered against my lips.

Sweat dripped down his forehead as he continued to pound the bottom of the pussy. I rode the first wave, and the second one was making its entrance. My toes started curling and I knew the fuck faces I was making were ugly, but I didn’t give a fuck. This nigga had my fat ass balled up, looking like a cooked cornish hen. My whole life I thought good sex comes from upper echelon type niggas or a blue collar brotha but no, Drill proved that theory wrong and all of those assumptions got washed down the drain. Good dick comes from a nigga with bowed legs and a limp walk, with improper grammar and thug mentality.

He bent his head down again and held on to my ankles, but I knew better than to let them go. As he sucked on my neck, I tilted my head to give him better access as he continued to drill my pussy, never missing a stroke; drilling my g-spot, helping me reach the top. He only stopped kissing my neck momentarily to mumble something, then he’d kiss it again. That notion continued for a few more minutes until I asked him what he was mumbling under his breath.

“Baby names, Princess, baby names,” he uttered again once more.

“W-what,” I stammered in a confused state.

“I’m finna put a baby in you.” He moaned. His low moans and grunts were music to me, besides the stirring macaroni noises his dick was making my pussy make.

“I’m ‘bout to nut baby,” he stated, above a whisper. “I’m about to fuckin’ nut girl.”

“Me too baby, me too,” I whimpered.

My chest heaved up and down as I tried to catch my breath. I was close to cumming with him. I’d already held out, because this one would be big. I was on the verge of combusting and when I felt him bite my shoulder, I knew he was cumming too. He pumped me a little harder, drilling my shit, balls slapped against my pussy before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body stilled.

We laid still for a millisecond until he pulled out of me and sucked whatever left over nut spewed out of me, so he could taste it; devouring the taste on his tongue. I let him do whatever because I was so far gone. Once I released my ankles, I let my legs dangle alongside him. With him kneeling between my thighs, he nibbled on my pussy, mumbling how sweet we tasted every now and then. A few minutes later, I tried to drift off into a deep slumber, until he shook my shoulder, stirring me awake. I don’t know how he still had energy after putting dick down like that.

“Bae, get up. You gon’ be tripping if I don’t wake you up to shower.”

Hearing him say that my eyelids fluttered open. I got on him about fucking me without waking me up to shower every time. I hate going to bed dirty. He didn’t make it to be a big deal, but after every fuck session, no matter who tired or bent I deemed to be, I still wanted to shower. I could barely keep my eyes open as I washed myself up, but Drill talked to me about irrelevant shit to get me to stay awake.

Before washing up, Drill helped me wash my make up off. My poor baby was suffering because out of everything I packed up, my skin care essentials were fully loaded from everything to under eye cream, serum, lip scrub, and facial wash. Back home, Drill would make fun of how long it’d take me to come to bed when he came over to my place or when I was over his house, after doing my skin care. To settle his nerves for now, my La Roche-Posay facial cleanser, Good Molecules skin toner and Tatcha serum would suffice for now without me throwing a fit.

I don’t know when Drill changed the sheets, but the covers were flipped back so I nestled in the bed, and snuggled them under my chin, eyeing his every move. Out of habit, my eyes shifted to his third leg, that dangled every which way, looking like a baby arm. When he caught me, I quickly darted my eyes elsewhere or he’d try to start something.

Climbing onto the bed, he jokingly smacked my ass and gave it a quick kiss before I jokingly shuffled away from him. “Drill quit it,” I whined.

“Quit playin’ like I didn’t catch you staring at my dick. Fuck around and make me fuck another a baby in you girl.” With a gesture, his arms snaked around my waist, pulling me into his embrace. His body heat made it hard for me to resist, aside from the ignorant shit talking.

“I’m sure they sale Plan B’s out here.” I stated, with a smirk.

“That ain’t shit but the Devil’s work,” he rebutted. “A lil’ pill can’t stop me baby. I got top of the line, primo nut,” he spoke cockily.

My brows rose inquisitively at his banter, causing me to turn around, with his arms still draped around me to face him. Sleep wasn’t a thought now. “Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”

His eyes were closed as mine danced over his smooth skin; similar to a baby’s bottom. His beard was thick with gray strands noticeable now. “I thought you said I don’t have any chicken heads to worry about?”

“And you don’t. I don’t stick raw dick in chicken heads,” he stated.

“I beg your pardon?”

Drill chuckled. Pearly white teeth peeked through his kissable lips, as the corners of his mouth grew wide. He opened his eyes to see me staring at him with a disapproving glare. “I had a baby with a girl named, Iciss, we had a daughter. Her name was Marciss.”

“Was?”

With a slow head nod he said, “She was a stillborn.”

My heart crumbled to his pieces at his words. Marciss. Her name was etched in red across his forehead. It was a staple piece, because from where men like Drill come from, it’s a part of black culture. Tattoos…meaningful ones deserved to be showcased and that’s how black men expressed their pain. The most compelling and tragic narratives belong to men with heavily inked bodies; their thick skin, like a sheep's coat, provides an ideal surface for artistic expression. Marciss deserved that spot. Once upon a time he was her daddy… a father, before death came and clipped her wings.

“Ohh Drill, I’m so sorry to?—”

“Sorry for what, Princess?” He asked. His eyes were still closed.

“I didn’t know,” I sighed.

“You didn’t ask.”

“How long ago was this? Was it recent?” I blurted out the question, my mind already racing ahead.

“It was six months ago.”

My brows creased in confusion. That was recent, at least to me it is. “Drill!” I sat up and rested my body against the headboard. His eyes darted open and he frowned at my posture change. “That’s very recent.”

“It’s not,” he argued.

“So do ya’ll still talk or what?”

He released an exasperated sigh, seemingly annoyed with my many questions and dramatics.

“Communicate, yes, only because I’m her personal trainer. She had a nigga when we were fucking off, a little while after I was released from prison, off and on.”

My jaw dropped. “So, that’s your thing…fucking women with niggas?” My arched brow rose as I cocked my head to the side and folded my arms across my exposed breasts.

Our first session, his dick managed its way inside of my guts ending a complicated relationship with my ex-boyfriend, Corbin. However, I wanted his version of what he had going on with Iciss or whatever he felt comfortable telling me.

“Do we have to talk about this shit right now?” He muttered before his mouth gaped open a little wider to yawn.

“Yes, ain’t that why I asked? I’m not sleepy anymore.”

“I’m her trainer. That’s it. That’s all. Her nigga was in the Navy. We used to kick it after a session or two. One night, she hit me up for some dick and I pulled through,” he shrugged. “It wasn’t in my lost of to-do’s to get her pregnant, shit just happened.”

“So, you always fuck women raw? That’s your thing,” I frowned with my top lip curled up in disgust, ready to judge the situation.

“I didn’t fuck her raw, the condom broke.”

“And you’re still her trainer,” I prowled.

“Would you be mad if I said this conversation is irrelevant and that bitch is part of the past?”

“I’d be mad if you didn’t want to continue this conversation,” I mumbled.

“I don’t let money get in the way of business. It was nothing but business when we started fucking and it’s strictly that now,” he shrugged again and cocked his head to the side to face the other way.

“Seems like you enjoyed fucking on the business .”

My attitude started to rise, and he knew it. Drill and I have been throwing mixed signals in the air, playing with each other’s feelings but neither of us romanticized the art of being together. Since our fling, talking to other niggas and blushing at his contact number, whenever he called, didn’t feel right. I don’t see how women lust over and entertain more than one man at a time. I can’t get Drill out of my head for five seconds in a day to think about another nigga.

His eyes popped open before he turned his head and looked back at me. Slowly shifting his body to the other side, he grunted when he adjusted comfortably back on his side again. I jumped when he slapped me on the thigh and motioned for me to get off the headboard, by crooking his finger and wagging it. I displayed my attitude by shifting down and facing the other way, until he wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear after gently kissing it.

“I enjoyed fucking on you when it’s supposed to be strictly business. You wasn’t paying me to put that hot ass Santa Claus suit on mane. That was a favor for a favor,” he said.

“How was it a favor for you?” I scoffed.

“In exchange I tasted that pretty ass pussy and made you nut in more ways than one on my tongue and on my dick. You better act like you fucking know.” He warned me.

“So, you’d be okay with me still talking to Corbin?”

He tittered then spoke, “The way I played in that nigga face, he shouldn’t have two words to say to you. If he was still trying to reach out, I wouldn’t be worried about you running into the arms of a bitch ass nigga. Your pussy curves to my dick, girl. That nigga can’t claim that. You’d be a fucking fool.”

“I really hate how fucking cocky you are,” I seethed.

“Nah,” he grinned and pulled me closer to him. “You love this cocky ass shit.”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes at the truth. I loved that about him amongst other things. His cockiness didn’t triumph all of it, but it was a quality that I liked. When he spoke with his chest out to boast facts that I hated to admit sometimes, it swept me off my feet, just like the rest of his endearing qualities and daunting features, even the ones he didn’t think I paid attention to.

* * *

The subtle vibration of my phone resting on my nightstand broke my light sleep. I whimpered at the way I was stuck in an uncomfortable position. Drill and I were in the same position we fell asleep in, with him holding me from the back, tightly clutching my body. Only this time, his hand was wrapped around my neck, while the other hand cuffed my pussy from the front.

“Drill,” I gently elbowed him to stir him awake. His heavy snoring implied he was deeply unconscious, almost comatose. “Daddy.” I called out again but still didn’t get a response.

Releasing a deep sigh, I reached my hand out and grabbed my phone. Squinting my eyes, I saw it was Lira calling me. Here it was six a.m., so it had to be 7 a.m. in Memphis. Although Memphis observes Central Standard Time, the one-hour difference from Eastern Standard Time wasn't a significant change. Knowing her, she was in her office, preparing for a client and going over files. Lira is the type of person who’s up at the crack of dawn and expects everybody else to be up with her, hence the reason for her call.

“Hello,” I grumbled into the speaker.

She greeted me in a chipper tone. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.”

“You sound like you’re still in the bed, y’all must’ve had a long night and who is that snoring all loud like that in the damn background?” She cackled. “I know that ain’t Drill.”

“Girl,” I scoffed. “Who else is it? I’m about to FaceTime you so I can show you how he got me wrapped up, in a damn death grip like a kidnapper.”

Clicking the FaceTime option on the touch screen the signal had to connect before her pretty tawny colored face came into view. Her mouth gaped open when I put my face in the camera, showing her his hand around my neck first.

“That’s not the best part… look.” Moving the phone down, I wasn’t bothered that my nipple was into view. So, she could see him covering my pussy, I pulled the sheets back and showed her his muscular tatted up hand cuffing my bald pussy.

“Girl,” she put her hands over her mouth to conceal her heavy laughter. “Oh my gosh! Let me screenshot this so I can send it to our group chat. You know Jalisa gon’ talk shit. I wouldn’t be surprised if you came back pregnant.”

Putting my face into view, I struggled to laugh too. “Bitch please, I got a few more, ‘nut in me daddy’s’, left before God decides to put me on his strong soldier list,” I joked.

“Ahh,” she clapped with a smile. “I know that’s right. Robert and I need to book a trip out there, so we can see what the hype is all about. Jalisa and Lucky has told me all I need to know.”

“Girl,” I yawned. “It’s so beautiful out here and the people here are so friendly, more friendly than Drill cares for, but what you have planned for today? I see you’re still in your pajamas.”

“I’m working from home today. I don’t have to go into the firm.”

Lira is my lawyer turned friend. She’s also the CEO of a very prestigious law firm in Memphis called Johnson Law. Her name rings bells like she slangs coke in the streets. They used to call her Ms. Can’t Be Fucked With. Her husband, Robert Johnson is a division judge and when they’re in the courtroom together, they’re a force to be reckoned with. I had jury duty once and got to witness them together. One would think they weren’t married the way she sliced him from top to bottom like an arched enemy, but that’s why I love her, because just like me, she paved a lane for herself and encourages black women to do the same and don’t take no shit whatsoever. Last year, as a Christmas gift to me, she donated $25,000 to my homeless shelter, A Heart For Kids.

After talking with her for a few more minutes, joking around about Drill and me leaving here pregnant, I ended the call, so I could get some more sleep. We have a huge day ahead of us, with so many fun things planned and memories to make. As I watched the sunset paint the sky with vibrant colors, the serenity of Lover's Island made me realize this was the ideal place to admit my feelings for Drill; it just felt right.