Page 17 of The Road to You
Smack!“That splat on your ass is sexy as fuck.” His hands gripped my hips.
A moan followed by an orgasm was released from me when he kissed my ass splat.I will kill any bitch that so much as breathes on my man.My knees buckled when he licked me from my asshole down to my pussy. The way he ate me, there was no way that his head was straight. That shit had to be tilted to thefucking side. There was no way that kind of pleasure came from straight head eating. “Euri, wait, wait, wait!”
I never realized that I suffered from heart palpitations. Before I could settle into my nut, the psychotic, best of dicks fucker slid into me. He had to be psychotic, the way he was unapologetically murdering my pussy. His tongue was the lure, and that dick was the trap, a trap that I was all too willing to stay in.
“Bruqlyn, why the fuck is this pussy trying to strangle my dick?” He smacked my splat again. The combination of the smack and the stroke proved to be way too much for my body. “Ah, there it goes. Drench this dick just like it’s yours. It’s yours, right? Just like I’m all yours.”
I nodded my head. “Yes! It’s all yours, all mine.”
I meant that from the bottom of my heart, spirit, pussy, pinky toe, and any other thing that had a bottom. Euri and I went from him fucking me from the back, to me riding his dick, to him fucking me against the wall before we really took a shower. I had shampoo in my bag in his room, so he got it for me when he got out of the shower.
Once I was out, I wrapped one of my T-shirt towels that he also got out of my bag around my hair while I moisturized my body. The night clothes that I brought in from my van were changed for one of his T-shirts. I sat in front of his full-length mirror with my hair products that were in my bag and braided my hair into two French braids. A tingle ran through me every time I noticed his intense attention on me when I peeked at him in the mirror.
By the time we lay in bed, I was spent. It felt good to be wrapped in his arms. It didn’t take long for sleep to tap on our minds. We both allowed it entry.
A Short Time Later…
I took a deep breath. Euri pulled the top of my body over his armrest, then kissed my forehead. “I promise, it’s going to be alright. You are gorgeous.”
We were sitting outside the gym in his truck, about to go in. It had been a few weeks since the big reveal, and it was the first time I’d been back at the gym. Euri had an in-home gym that we used in the interim until I felt comfortable going back.
It would also be the first day that I went out in public without makeup. I’d been spending every night at Euri’s place, but not always in his bed. Some nights, I wanted to sleep in my van because I wanted something familiar. It felt great that he understood my feelings. It was comical when he followed me to my van parked in his driveway and slept next to me. He claimed that he was used to sleeping with me every night. We christened my van the second time we slept in it.
I looked at myself in the sun visor mirror that hung down. My mask of beauty was on full display, and my hair was in two fishtail braids that I had my hair braider do. She was so excited that I wanted to wear my hair out. Usually, when I worked out, I had on a long-sleeved shirt. Instead, I wore a sports bra with a racerback tank top. I had full tattoo sleeves that covered some of my splats, but not all of them.
My gaze locked on Euri when I tilted my head in his direction. “I just don’t want to beat someone’s daughter up in here. I’m not worried about me. I’m worried about the bald-headed scallywags that are in there and try to be funny. It’s been my experience that the funny bone is found in the eye.”
His eyes bucked, then he erupted in laughter. “Baby, really? Their funny bone is in their eye!” He chuckled a few more times. “Bruqlyn, don’t you be in here punching people in their eyes, talking about it’s their funny bone. I’m not fighting in these people’s establishment.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine, I’ll behave the best that I can. No damn promises, Euri.”
I didn’t want to make any promises because if I needed to, I would drop a barbell on a bitch’s fucking head with no remorse or fear of the consequences. I’d sit in those people’s jail happily. As long as my man put money on my account, got me a cell phone for the inside, and visited me, I would be alright.
Euri and I walked into the gym hand in hand. Immediately, eyes were on me. I was a regular, so people knew me, and I’d had conversations with multiple people. When we got close to the front desk, the member specialist smiled. “Good morning, Euri and Bruqlyn. Bruqlyn, you look beautiful today.”
“Aw, thank you, Sasha. Your funny bone survives.” I gave her a bright smile, although she gave me a look of confusion.
Euri pulled me. “Bring your ass on. Talking about her damn funny bone survived.”
“What I do? It did. I said thank you,” I said with my words as sweet as artificial sugar.
Some people looked at me boldly, while others were more discreet. I ignored it all to start my workout with my man. He kissed my lips, then smacked my ass. “Let’s stretch.”
Our workout was going well. A few people spoke to me who normally did. Another woman came up to me to tell me that her seven-year-old daughter had vitiligo and how she was teased in school. We had a fifteen-minute conversation, which included a video call with her daughter. It was the most heartwarming conversation I’d ever had.
“How do you feel?” Euri asked. We’d just finished deadlift sets with a weighted vest on. A bitch was tired.
I smiled with my hands on my hips. “Tired as hell. I’m gonna be sore, messing with you and this damn weighted vest.” I reached up and unsnapped the vest to let it fall to the floor. That twenty-five-pound thing was the devil.
He pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me. “Stop being a baby. Yours only weighs twenty-five pounds.” His lips tried to kiss my contorted ones.What did he just say?
“Now, I know you didn’t just say that mine only weighs twenty-five pounds. Just because your King Tut ass has on a sixty-pound vest doesn’t make you strong,” I lied. My nigga was strong as hell. I giggled after he gripped my ass and kissed my neck. “Stop being mannish.”
My arms were wrapped around Euri, but they loosened when I saw a baldheaded scallywag from the corner of my eye. I suddenly had an itch to address a funny bone. Like a pro footballer who wanted to get to the end zone, I spun around to get past Euri. I had to do it drastically because if he got a whiff that I was about to beat a bitch up, he would’ve stopped me.
By the time she saw me, I was on her ass. She was yelling and screaming at someone to get me off her. I was fucking those funny bones up. Oh, I also found out that the funny bones extended to the mouth. “Yeah, bitch! You wanna tape people in bathrooms?”
“Bruqlyn, get your ass off that girl!” Euri’s strong ass pulled me off a bloody Cece. “What the fuck?” He carried me into the hallway that led to the bathrooms. “I thought I told your ass to behave.”
