Page 6 of Papa's Beloved

“Everything,” she says with a smile.

“Can you narrow that down?”

“I want chicken and seafood. Since it takes at least thirty minutes for fried chicken, we could split an order of each.”

In the end, when the server comes, we order the seafood platter that comes with catfish, shrimp, oysters and soft-shelled crabs. For sides, we choose red beans and rice, turnip green, green beans with tomatoes, cheese grits, and cornbread. With the chicken, we chose cabbage and French fries. Knowing my woman well, I order two slices of bread pudding with extra brandy sauce.

“How was work today?”

“Other than dealing with Lord Fuckyou, it was good. There’s a nurse I met today, Millie, she’s a stitch. I’d like to invite her to the club sometime.”

“You know you can invite anyone, anytime.”

She nods her head. “I know, thank you. Did you have a good day?”

I didn’t, but I’m not ready to tell her Linden is alive. She deserves the rest of the night worry-free. That’s all I can give her because he’s in the city. Wizard has every camera in the city running facial recognition software. We’ll know the minute he pops up.

“It was an okay day. It would’ve been better if I spent the day with you.”

“You say the sweetest things.”

“I mean it.”

“I know. It’s what makes it sweet.”

“If I’m sweet, it’s because of you. You bring out the best in me. I’m a different man with you. A better man.”

I see a blush rise to her cheeks and denial form on her lips. So I lean in and cut off her words. I pour myself into the kiss, trying to impart my love and passion for her. Trying to tell her without words that she’s my Queen. My Goddess. My beloved.

Chapter 6

Nay

My belly is full. I only have one thing on my mind. Sex. Papa is the only man I’ve ever had sex with that didn’t involve work. Frankly, he’s the only man I’ve ever wanted to have sex with. He does something to me that no one else has. Papa has not only awakened my sexual appetite, he gives me a sense of safety and belonging.

After we pay and leave a tip, Papa leads us back out on the streets. They’re packed with drunken revelers in a variety of states of dress. When we are near an alleyway, I pull him toward the corner. He looks down at me, but lets me lead him into the darkened alleyway.

“I want you,” I say.

Standing on my tiptoes, I put my hand on his neck and pull him down until our lips meet. It’s a tangle of lips, tongue and teeth which only serves to make me hornier than I already am. It must be getting close to that time of month. I’m always a thousand percent hornier during the week that leads up to and the week of my period.

Who the hell is horny when they're bleeding? Me. Yup, that’s who, me. I eat at his mouth. His large hands come down to squeeze both globes of my ass. An ass I work out hours a week to make pop. Damn Kim K and JLo anyway for their perfect asses.

I groan into the kiss as he massages my ass. My panties are soaked with my juices. I want him to take me right here in the alley where anyone can see because I don't care. I need him inside me.

I break the kiss and move away enough to undo his belt and take out his massive cock. He springs free as soon as I pull down his zipper. Papa doesn’t bother with boxers or underwear of any kind. I love the easy access. I squat down, running my tongue from base to tip before swirling my tongue around the head and licking off the drop of precum.

I love the way he tastes. Sweet with a hint of saltiness.

I take him into my mouth, sliding him down my throat. It takes a couple seconds longer to balance on these heels and swallow this beast without falling. No way I’m going on my knees in this filthy alley and ruining these pants

After I get him good and hard, I stop, standing up. I undo my pants and pull them down past my ass. He knows what I want. He turns me around and bends me over, ripping my panties off my body. Papa enters me in one swift thrust. I moan loudly, not worried about anyone hearing me above the noise of the crowded street.

“Fuck me.”

He chuckles but obliges fucking me until I don’t know where I end and he begins. It’s always like that with us. A melding of our souls as we become one. It’s intimate and powerful. Almost enough to give in to what he wants.

No, he deserves better; I remind myself as my first orgasm crashes over me. As if sensing my closeness, he moves one hand from my ass and presses the heel of his hand against my clit. The extra pressure and friction is all I need to send me over the edge.

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