Page 37 of Can I?

FERRIS

My mind wanted me to be upset for putting myself in this situation, but I couldn’t be. Had I gotten a phone call saying she’d gotten shot, I wouldn’t have been any good. Being that Milana was so tall and had long legs, when I covered her, my thighs were near her abdomen. She would have been killed. Knowing that, I didn’t regret anything I did to protect her. Plus, that wasn’t her shit. That was the family’s bullshit that she had nothing to do with.

We’d been at my house for an hour. Her people had made sure I had food, and someone had gone to the store and bought a thank you card. When I opened that shit, it had two grand in it. I couldn’t give it back because I didn’t even know exactly who it came from. Milana had been getting her things situated. Baby girl had brought enough stuff with her to stay a week. My leg was hurting, but I didn’t think it would be unbearable.

Her uncle had given me some pain medication that should last a week or so. He said if the pain was still unbearable, then I would have to go to the hospital. The crazy part about everything that happened was that there wasn’t a cop car in sight. I supposed since the town was full of Hendersons, mostly, no one called. A lot of people had moved out because of the watersituation, and the others that were still there were in the assisted living home the Hendersons built last year.

So I didn’t know if I could even go to the hospital and say what really happened. It would draw attention to the area and have law enforcement crawling through their shit. I didn’t want to be a problem. Milana had helped me to the couch while she got her things situated and had warmed something for me to eat.

I cleaned those beef tips all the way up. I was about to get up to throw my trash away and head to my room to take a shower when she appeared in front of me.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m about to throw my stuff away and go to the room so I can shower.”

She gave me a slight smile. “Ferris, I’m here to take care of you. Okay? Can I do that?”

I gave her a slight smile and allowed her to take my trash to the kitchen to dispose of it, then began hobbling toward my bedroom. When she caught up with me, she wrapped her arms around my waist, causing me to still my movements. When I felt her take a deep breath and exhale, I felt good about where we were headed. It was like we were both at peace, despite today’s events.

When she released me, she stepped in front of me and held my hands, backpedaling into my bedroom. “Come sit on the bed, and I’ll go start the shower.”

I smiled at her then did as she said. She went to the en suite bathroom, and when I heard the shower start, I pulled my shirt over my head, leaving my wifebeater on. When she came into the room with me, she licked her lips when her eyes landed on me. Making her way to me, she didn’t say a word. She lifted my beater and pulled it over my head as well.

She stared at my tatted chest for a moment then leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. I was no longer wearingthe bloody pants. We’d taken those off when we got here so I wouldn’t get blood on the couch. She glanced down at my underwear then looked back at me.

“Thank you, Milana. I got it from here.”

She sat next to me and placed her hand at the back of my head and pulled me to her. When she kissed my lips again, I dove all the way in. There was no way I could continue just pecking her. I needed to feel her tongue against mine. I kissed her slowly, letting her feel just how much I cared for her. When I felt her hand caressing my erection, I pulled away from her.

Sliding my hand to her cheek, I said, “You know I can’t fuck you, right?”

“I know, but maybe I can fuck you.”

My eyebrows lifted. “I don’t know, Lana. You think we ready for that?” I asked, hoping she would reevaluate her stance.

I was ready, but I didn’t know if she was wanting to do this for the right reasons. Her feelings could just be heightened by today’s events. Once I entered her sanctuary, I would never want to be without it. She had me soft as shit already, behaving like a sensitive ass female. If she slid that pussy on me, that was gon’ be it.

Instead of answering my question, she pulled her shirt over her head and unfastened her bra. I bit my bottom lip as I stared at her titties. I didn’t know how she was managing on that horse trying to bareback with those melons on her chest. Her damn near black nipples were summoning me. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her long ass legs then turned around to pull them off.

She was wearing a thong, and when she bent over to pull them over her feet, I could see the way her pussy lips were already glistening. I grabbed my dick, because my shit was throbbing. “Milana, fuck. You sexy as hell, baby.”

She turned her head to look at me as she pulled her thong down her legs. It was no wonder those muthafuckas were clowning the way they were. I’d fuck up all of Nome to get a glimpse of the heaven between her legs, and I hadn’t even experienced that shit yet. She walked over to me and went to her knees.

She stared at me as she freed my dick from my drawers then lowered her mouth to it. I’d taken a shower before I had even left to go to the diner, but after the shooting, I started sweating a bit. Apparently, she didn’t give a fuck about that. If she didn’t give a fuck, I didn’t either. Her mouth slid down my inches, and my head dropped back for a moment. That shit felt so good.

Lowering my head again, I stared at her as she got my dick good and wet, then slid my hand to her cheek as she did her best to swallow my shit. When she stared up at me, I had to curl my toes to fight the sensations. I wanted to nut already. It had been months since I’d engaged in these sorts of activities, and my dick was thanking me for ending the drought.

“Milana, fuck! That shit feels so damn good, baby. Damn.”

She quickened her pace, and I knew there was no way I would last much longer. “Milana, I don’t know how you feel about cannibalism, but my kids are dying to slide down your throat, baby.”

She closed her eyes and moaned on my shit. I had to assume she was good with that shit. When she went down, I let them loose. They ran down her throat like they were at their favorite theme park. I gripped her braids so tight, I had to be giving her a headache. “Oh fuck!”

She continued sucking, and I thought I was about to lose my fucking mind. She was about to catch this urethral fluid if she didn’t stop. Just like a woman could squirt, men could do the same. It wasn’t called squirting for men, but it was essentiallyalong the same lines. I didn’t know if she’d ever experienced shit like that, but I refused to break her in today.

I pulled her off it and lay back on the bed. “Come sit that pussy on my face, Milana. I’ve been daydreaming about how your shit taste.”

She got in bed and straddled my face while looking down at me. “I hope you know how to swim, Ferris.”

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