Page 7 of Rhyot & Nyelle (D-Ville Projects #6)

Chapter

Six

Rhy sat on the couch in Ny’s apartment. He had made himself comfortable the past couple days and only left to grab clothes from his crib or food from the hood’s favorite food lady, Miss Delanie.

Her fried catfish, baked mac and cheese, candied yams, and collard greens with smoked turkey were Rhyot’s go to meal Even Lil Rhy, who he now knew was picky with food, loved Miss Delanie’s meals as well.

Ny had never been big on cooking for as long as he could remember.

Though Rhyot had never really been around kids, he found himself constantly concerned and going above and beyond to make sure Lil Rhy was straight.

Tonight the three of them were in the living room watching a movie Rhyelle had picked out and of course she was the first one to fall asleep in Nyelle’s arms.

“She asleep?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Rhyot slowly nodded as his eyes moved from his phone screen to the baby then her.

Ny stood with Rhyelle in her arms and walked out of the living room to place Rhyelle in her bedroom.

He wanted to see how deep and how far he, Ny, and Rhyelle could go but he wasn’t sure if she felt the same.

They hadn’t spoken about the kiss they shared the other night but the tension from that night still lingered.

To be honest, he wanted her in the worst way.

He watched as she made her way back to the sofa and stood in front of him, her fat ass pussy print poking in her biker booty shorts.

Her little ass must not know I’ll make her sit on this dick.

Rhy raked his teeth over his bottom lip while his eyes traced her entire body until eventually his eyes connected with hers. The look on her face caused him to pull his mouth into a smirk. “Why you standing over there looking like a nigga gon’ bite you or some shit?”

“You probably will,” Nyelle stated in a half-joking manner.

“Only if you let me.” Rhyot needed to let her know he wasn’t fucking around. He was tired of playing games. Nyelle quickly sucked her teeth, preparing to walk away, when he grabbed her waist and slid her onto his lap.

The smell of vanilla and sandalwood made him go wild. He loved the way she smelled soft but alluring. Her hair was wrapped up in a top knot and she wore no makeup. It was literally his favorite way of seeing her.

Her breathing hitched as Rhyot methodically began placing soft pecks on her jawline, neck, and breasts. “Rhyot—” she whimpered as her fingers ran through his locs, massaging his scalp

Rhyot placed his index finger over her lips, silencing her before she could get started. “Whatever you’re about to say… Save that shit.” He wrapped his right hand around her neck and slid his tongue down her throat.

She used the momentum and began to rock back and forth across his manhood, a small moan escaping her lips. Rhy took this as a green light. His hands roamed her body freely; he was tired of holding back. There was a fire inside of him that only she could put out.

He took his time freeing her breasts from her fitted cami. Once they were free, he slipped one of her soft nipples into his mouth, latching on as his hand toyed with the other.

“Ah fuckkk!” she hissed, careful not to be too loud in fear of waking her sleeping daughter.

She tossed her head back as her body sank deeper onto his.

He had her where he wanted her, under his control.

He wanted her mind, body, heart, and spirit.

Rhy lifted Nyelle and lay her body on the couch delicately, as if he were going to break her if he was too rough.

His fingers plucked and pinched, causing her to moan out in pleasure as he switched from one nipple to the other.

“You don’t know how bad I’ve been wanting this, Boogs,” he admitted as he kissed her collarbone, neck, and lips.

Grabbing the waistband of her shorts, he slid them off in a swift motion and threw them across the room.

His fingers found their way toward her center, making her back arch.

“Uhhhhhh,” she cried out as Rhyot slung one of her legs over his shoulder, giving him better access. He slipped one finger then two inside of her and pussy was wet as fuck already. The way her pussy damn near vise gripped his fingers had him ready to slide his dick all up in her.

“Shit, ma,” he growled as she began rotating her hips.

Ny first wound her hips in a circular motion slowly then sped up the pace.

“Keep going, Nyelle, just like that,” he coached as he leaned down, getting eye level with his new obsession.

Her clit stared at him, the smell of her essence teased him.

He had to taste her; he craved it. Rhyot’s lips connected with Nyelle’s pearl.

Rhy wasn’t new to eating pussy but he definitely didn’t make it a habit of putting his lips on just anybody. Rhyot thought Nyelle tasted like the most rare fruit. He couldn’t get enough of how juicy she was.

“Rhyot, oh my god, I’m about to cum,” she cried out as she was overcome by a body shaking orgasm.

Rhy greedily slurped up all her juices and removed his fingers from inside of her, looking back and forth between her and her glistening juices before he licked them off his fingers.

Ny’s chest heaved up and down as she was trying to catch her breath.

He stood to admire her naked body as she lay on the couch half asleep.

“I hope your ass ain’t tired yet,” he teased with a chuckle.

“Boy, please. I’m up,” she retorted with a lazy grin.

Rhy scooped her up, her legs intuitively wrapping around his back. “Wait, what are you doing?” She giggled like a little school girl.

“You’ll see.”

Once they were in her room, he used his foot to close the door before plopping her down on the bed and stripping out of his clothes.

Ny looked at him anxiously, waiting, her seductive bedroom eyes drawing him in like a moth to a flame.

Taking his dick out, he began to stroke until it came to life as Ny looked back and forth between him and his dick.

He read her face. She was intimidated by his size.

He wasn’t playing for the little league, he was a big dawg.

“A nigga know what he working with, however, I ain’t trying to hurt you. I just want to make you feel good. Can I do that?”

Ny nodded slowly. Rhy shook his head as he continued to stroke his long, thick rod.

“Nah, baby girl, I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes!” Nyelle responded as she began playing with her pussy, putting on a show he enjoyed.

“Yes, what?” Rhy asked for clarity. He wanted to hear her say it. Matter of fact, he needed to hear her say it, because after this, all that friend shit was dead.

“I want you to fuck me,” she cooed.

Rhyot, obviously satisfied with her response, placed himself between her legs and issued a warning look before sliding into her, making sure to take his time so she could feel every inch of him.

“Breathe, Boogs,” he reminded her, noticing that she was holding her breath. He continued to give her long, deep strokes and soon he had her right where he wanted her. She grabbed his face, hungrily kissing his lips as her second orgasm rushed through her body.

“Rhyot…” she moaned, nails dragging down his back. “You… oh my?—”

He smiled against her neck before biting down. If heaven on earth was a place, it’d be right between Nyelle’s legs.

“That’s right, Boogs. Scream my name loud as fuck, let these niggas know who this shit belongs to.”

Her voice cracked as she tried to respond, caught in her throat.

“This shit should’ve been mine, Nyelle. You belong to me now, you hear me?”

“Yassss!” she cried as she began matching his thrusts.

That set him off. He now knew she could handle what he was putting down and decided to hit her with long, deep, and strong, almost harsh strokes, making sure she knew he wasn’t gentle.

Her body quivered under him while her hips attempted to match him but his hands were now holding her in place as he pumped in and out of her.

Rhyot’s hands roamed her body like she was a sculpture.

The sounds of their bodies slapping and their moans filled the air.

The moans that escaped her fueled him to keep going.

“You feel me, Ny?” he growled lowly, voice dripping with possessiveness. “This shit is mine. I don’t want to have to body none of these niggas about you.”

Her nails clawed his back, her voice trembling. “Rhyot, baby, keep fucking me just like that.”

“Like this or like this?” he asked as he pumped in and out of her with so much tension, so much passion, like a person who needed air.

“Like that! Oh yes like that, Rhyyyyy. I’m cumming,” she cried as her body began to jerk and convulse violently.

Rhyot felt his nut building up and leaned down and whispered into her ear.

“That’s right, baby, cum all on this dick; you hear me? That’s a good girl, just like that…”

“Y-yes…fuck…Rhyot!” she cried, her legs tightening around him, pulling him in close, getting lost in the wave of her orgasm.

Rhyot lifted both of her legs into the air and pumped until all his seeds were deep inside her.