Page 27 of Ony If It’s You

I reached around her for the box she had taped shut then nodded toward the door for her to lead the way. This was the last box of their stuff. The rest of the stuff was staying and that nigga could figure out what to do with it. They would have everything that they wanted and needed at my crib.

Once we left Kehlani’s old crib, we went to mine and started to pack my shit. I wanted to pay someone to pack both places up, but she insisted that we do it ourselves. I was annoyed because I had a lot of shit, but anything to spend time with her.

She asked a nigga an assload of questions while we packed and shit too.

Like where I grew up and my birthday, all the corny shit that women asked.

It wasn’t until she brought up my mother that I was kind of stumped.

My pops hadn’t really told me much about her for me to be able to tell anyone, so I always let people know that.

I did tell her how much Ms. Phyllis looked out though.

“Well thank God for her.”

“You don’t think I would have been an upstanding citizen without her around?”

“Uh, you’re barely one now, so no I don’t.” She laughed.

I placed my hand over my heart. “Wow. That hurts.”

“You’ll make it.” She laughed. “How long have her and your dad been together?”

“Shit, since I can remember to be real. I was young as hell when he started to fuck with her. The others didn’t come along until I was in like the fifth grade.”

“Oh, so he used to be faithful?”

“He technically is always faithful because they’re all in a relationship together.”

“He is not faithful.”

“How? They know what’s going on and agreed.”

“I’ve never met the others, so I can’t say that, but I just don’t think Ms. Phyllis was like ‘Yeah, baby, let’s invite some other women into our relationship’. I just don’t believe that.”

“You should because she always been cool with that shit.” I shrugged. “The only thing she don’t do is sleep in the same room as all of them.”

“Did you ever ask her why she didn’t?”

I shook my head and tossed the shirt that I was folding to the side when I noticed her bent over in my closet. Easing up behind her, I put my hard dick against her butt. She knew what she was doing when she’d decided to wear those little ass shorts to move our shit.

“What are you doing?” she asked when I pulled her up and turned her in my arms.

Dropping my head, I kissed and sucked on her neck as I pinned her body to the door frame.

“Ja—Baby,” she panted. “What are you—I’m sweaty.”

Her hand was massaging the back of my head as I continued my assault on her neck, leaving proof that my lips and tongue were there. Growing both anxious and impatient, I stood and untied the string to my basketball shorts.

I pointed to her shorts. “Take them off.”

“We can’t. We?—”

I cut her off. “We can and we are. Off, now.”

Her mouth slammed shut as she pushed her shorts down her legs. When she stepped out of them, I pushed mine down and lifted her into my arms, easing into her tight, warm walls.

“Mm,” she whimpered in my ear.

Pressing her against the wall, I held her up with both hands under her ass as I moved in and out of her. Her arms were snug around my neck making it hard for me to pull back some.

Chuckling, I tapped her arm and said, “Loosen up some, baby.”

When she did, I pulled my head back to kiss her. Her lips parted slightly, allowing me enough space to slip my tongue into her mouth. I continued to stroke her center as the two of us kissed hungrily.

“Baby,” she moaned into my mouth. “Shit.”

“Mmm, I feel it.” I pulled back more so I could look down. My knees started to weaken seeing her juices covering my stomach.

Since she’d already gotten her first one, a nigga wanted to taste her, so I walked us over to the bed. Pulling out, I let her down and turned her around.

I pointed behind her to the bed. “Get up there.”

When she tried to lay on her back, I stopped her and turned her over, pushing her forward so her ass was in the air and her face was on the bed. Her center was glistening with her juices making my mouth water and my dick harden even more.

“Shit,” I groaned before leaning in to swipe my tongue from the crack of her ass to her clit.

I felt her shit jump a little before sucking it into her mouth.

I gently sucked and chewed on her clit before circling her entrance with my tongue.

She’d started to get into it too, rotating her hips and thrusting back on my tongue.

Lifting a hand, I brought it down hard on her ass making her moan out.

“I like that shit, keep throwing it back.”

She followed my directions perfectly. I eased two fingers inside of her as she threw her ass back, riding my face and fingers. The moment felt her shit tightening up, I removed my fingers and quickly replaced them with my dick.

“Uhh,” she cried out because I gave her no warning as I entered her.

A hand came toward me in an attempt to control my pace, so I grabbed it and pinned it to her back. The other followed shortly after that with the same result.

“Ja—vy—um, fuck.”

“Uhm, that this pussy is good, baby,” I groaned. “You missed this shit?”

“Y-yeah,” she stammered.

“Why you keep it from daddy then?” I asked, landing a smack on her ass.

“I—oh my God.”

“You?” I sped up my pace, hitting her with shorter strokes. It was feeling so good that I had to release her hands and grab onto her hips. “You what, baby?”

“I’m gonna, shit,” she hissed. “I’m cumming.”

I felt her release and it was impossible to hold onto mine. I wasn't ready to be done, but I couldn’t help it. She sucked the shit right out of me.

“Ahh, shit,” I moaned, releasing my seeds deep inside of her.

I continued a slow stroke until I was done. She fell forward, pulling her legs up in a fetal position when I pulled out. Laughing, I smacked her ass and disappeared into the bathroom to clean myself up before surfacing with a washcloth to do the same for her.

As I cleaned her, I thought I heard something, so my eyes shot to the window in my room behind me. I didn’t see anything or anyone, so I shrugged it off. I put my shorts and shit back on and grabbed hers so that she could redress too.

“I’m sleepy,” she whined.

“Baby, come on.” I laughed, tugging on her arm.

With her attitude very obvious, she snatched the shorts from my hand and forcefully put them on.

“You got an attitude?”

“It’s not funny, dummy. I told you we shouldn’t have. Now I want to lay down.”

The pout on her face was cute. She looked just like Jocey when she wanted her fucking way and I found myself doing the same thing with her mother that I would be doing with her.

“Come on then, let’s go to the house so you can lay down.”

I pulled her to her feet and searched for our phones and shit so that we could leave.

“What about your stuff?”

“I’ll pay somebody.” I shrugged and located my keys on the nightstand.

“No, we agreed to?—”

I cut her off. “Lani, it’s cool, baby. I’d much rather pay someone, trust me.”

Reluctantly, she nodded, grabbed her phone, and the two of us headed out. Unbeknownst to her, I was ready to get her ass home too. Although, I’d thoroughly enjoyed that round, I wanted to test out the new bed she had me spend an arm and leg on, so she had a long night ahead of her.