Page 53 of Sucker Punch Drunk Love

"Yeah, papi. Come in this pussy,” she pleaded, her voice so desperate I could barely hold back. Losing a battle with lust, in a few finishing thrusts, I emptied inside her warm walls, wasting no effort to milk myself dry. Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I rushed up to grab some water and a warm towel to help her get cleaned up.

“Can you tell I missed you?” I laughed, being extra careful with her privates.

“Only the last three times you hounded me. I wasn't even gone for that long,” she giggled.

“Yeah, well, it was long enough. And you didn't seem to be complaining when I was so-calledhoundingyou. If you don't recall, the second time was me waking up with my dick in your mouth. Giggling over there like you had no role to play.” Climbing on top of me, she put her hands over my mouth, pulling away when she felt my tongue against her fingertips.

“Eww, did you justlickme?” Her eyes widened in surprise, pinning my arms to the bed as she leaned in to kiss me.

“You ain't seem to mind a few minutes ago, but if you want to take advantage of me again, do your worst,” I flirted, as her phone went off, and she took the focus off me to answer it. Thought it better than any to get up, as she took the conversation into another room.

“Everything okay?” I asked upon her return, and she met me with a nod, and got comfortable underneath the comforter. “You know, you don't have to leave the room to have a conversation with your daughter.” At that, she winced, her discomfort clear on her face.

“Yeah, but I just know you're not a kid person. I don't want to, like…burden you,” she admitted, my mouth wide open at her harsh assumption.

“To be fair, I only learned about your daughter a few days ago, and I never said I hated kids. I just chose not tomakethem. You don't have to hide that side of you for my sake. Please get it out of your mind that I’d ever ask that of you.”

“Yeah, but I don't want you to feelpressuredto ask me about her.”

“Well, if I'm asking, it's because I genuinely want to know. We talk about everything else. I don't even know what your kid looks like,” I admitted. I know it had been a touchy subject, considering how I found out and why she'd keep it hidden, but with her keeping that part of her close to her chest, I wanted her to feel like…like I could be a part of her future.

“I mean, I could show you some pictures,” she beamed, as I sat up, letting her lay her head on my chest.

“Whatever you're comfortable with.” Taking out her phone, she clicked onto a photo album labeled Mónica, anxiously biting her lip as she scrolled through the pictures.

“These ones are of me and her at the park,” she prefaced, the joy from the photos causing me to smile. They didn't share the same skin tone, but she'd certainly gotten her mom's cute cheeks and bright smile.

“She's cute, just like her mom. What's her name?”

Blushing, she replied. “Her name is Mónica.”

“Do you think I'll ever get to meet her?” I asked, knowing that the question posed as more of a measurement of how serious we were taking things. Maybe we didn't always say it in words, but I wasn't with anyone else, and had no desire to be out there when I had a good thing right here. If the way to her heart was embracing her kid, I wanted her to know I could handle all of that.

“I mean, only if you'd want to. She's only three.”

“I'd like to get to know someone you care about, especially since I'm not exactly going anywhere. It doesn't have to be, like tomorrow or anything. Just know that I'm open to it.” I couldn't explain it, but it was like she grew shyer talking about her. I wasn't sure whether I had found it adorable or whether I just found everything that she did now as cute. It was like out of nowhere, she sucker punched me, and all of a sudden, I was drunk in love.

“She really likes drawing and reading. Every time I go up to see her, she draws these pictures of me, and they're like really good. I just wish I could be around more. I'm scared that one day I'll be gone too long, and she won't remember how to draw me. It's just her grandmother is more stable at the moment. At least until I financially I can maintain my own place,” she worried.

Truth was, I wanted to take care of her, but the best way I could do that was helping her take care of herself. Getting her better pay took time. She’d won her tenth fight in a row a few days ago, so she wasn’t broke, but the bigger money was endorsements and brand deals. I was slowly working on that.

“I think that's my own trauma screaming back at me, though. My mom would have a place to stay, but it wasn't always stable, so sleeping on the floor became a norm for me, since the most security she would have was at a boyfriend's house. I just want it to bemyplace,” she reiterated.

“At the rate you're going, you'll get there,” I reassured.

“She still gets excited when she sees me,” she radiated. “I look forward to when that's my every day.”

“If anyone deserves that, it's you. You're a beautiful person, inside and out, Sierra. And I'm sure that makes you an even better mother. I'm sure your daughter knows this and sees that,” I said, kissing her on the forehead.

“I hope so.”

“You've been so busy wearing me out. You make me forget we got work to do,” I hummed. “We should get up soon. Take that shower, so we don't reek of sex,” I joked. “One step closer to your goal, is gym time.”

***

I couldn’t pinpoint the problem but Sierra seemed elsewhere when we went over our casual combos. She was off, so it was throwing me off. She hadn’t wanted a break like all her other fights, and from the looks of things, she fucking needed it.

“Hey Medina, you just won a fight three days ago and you’re moving like this? And you want me to agree to let you fight DaCosta?”