Page 64 of Just Listen
I furrowed a brow, wondering if Jaylah was still on the phone when Paisley walked up.
“Damn, that’s crazy,” I commented.
“It is,” she sighed heavily, before climbing into bed with me.
Dropping my phone on the bed, I pulled her into my arms.
“Do you feel well rested now?” She asked, while snuggling in.
“Kinda. I’m definitely going back to sleep.”
“Then you need to get to it.”
“Get to what?”
“Fucking me.”
I chuckled. “Oh, okay. I got cha.”
“Do you?” She questioned, while climbing on top of me.
It wasn’t long before we were both butt naked, sweaty, as she was gliding that wet pussy up and down my dick. Reaching up, I cuffed her bouncing titties, while it felt like there was something extra in the pussy that night. It was gripping my dick in ways that it hadn’t before.
“Don’t hold back,” she huskily spoke in my ear. “You know you wanna nut in this pussy.”
Grabbing her ass, I pumped hard dick into her, while our skin loudly clapped.
“Oh, fuck, Khamere,” she panted. “I love this fucking dick.”
Thinking about what lied ahead of us, I gripped her hips, and hammered into her, mercilessly. Eventually, she fell back, without breaking our connection, and I moved with her, fucking the shit out of her.
Her titties were bouncing, while she lovingly caressed my face. “You love me, daddy?” She wanted to know.
“For shit sho,” I huffed, while dipping in deeper.
“Tonight…is gonna be the night, baby. I can feel it. We gone make this baby.”
Hearing that, I pumped harder, until I exploded deep inside of her. Right after, I collapsed on top of her, attempting to catch my breath. She hooked her arm around my neck, and inhaled.
“I love you.”
My stomach churned a bit, wondering if this would be the last time I heard her utter those words. “I love you too.”
~~~Chapter 15~~~
My guilty conscience was eating me alive, so I’d played home closely for two days straight, and Paisley had been eating the extra attention up. I hadn’t left to handle business or nothing. We’d gone out to eat, the movie theater, and I even sat through a few lame Netflix movies.
Naturally, I never stopped thinking about my baby, and would sneak and facetime them any chance I could. Now, it was Tuesday afternoon, and we were kicking it in the living room, lounging on the couch. Paisley’s head was resting in my lap, when a email from the lab popped up at the top of the screen on my phone.
Man, say…I was wondering if she could hear the way my fucking heart was pounding in my chest, as I scrolled to the email. Once I opened the document, beads of sweat formed on my forehead. My eyes scanned over the words…until they landed on the results. It was 99.9999. Khari was mine.
“Fuck,” I vented aloud.
“What happened, bae?” Paisley moved her head out of my lap and sat up.
I took a deep breath.
She frowned. “What’s wrong?”
