Page 56 of You Make Me Feel

Her body slid up and down the wall as I fed her my dick until her pussy was full and throwing up. Her orgasms were so sexy. The way her body arched and her nipples seemed to grow in size excited me beyond belief. She scratched my back as she clawed at me for dear life, but I refused to let up because she was the one who got me to this point. I’d nearly forgotten she was pregnant. “Kinisha, I’m about to nut, baby.”

She slid her arms under mine and held me tighter as I emptied into her paradise. For the first time in a while, I was panting uncontrollably. This woman had drained me of everything I was worth. Her legs slid down my body until her feet hit the floor. She nearly collapsed. After scooping her up, I brought her to the bed, then went to the bathroom to get a wet towel to clean her up.

When I came back, her ass was out cold . . . like snoring and everything. I’d never heard her snore. I chuckled as I wiped my nut from her face and cleaned her pussy. Slowly shaking my head, I grabbed the comforter and covered her up. I couldn’t help but smile at my work. It was my personal best. After entering the bathroom, I cleaned up and stared at myself in the mirror. Although I felt somewhat awkward acknowledging God after all the nasty shit we’d just done, I still said, “Thank you for bringing her back to me.”

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“So what are you expecting to happen once Jarod gets the results from the paternity test?”

“Honestly, Oliver, I don’t know. He made it clear he didn’t want a kid, nor did he want one with me. Whether or not he decides to be there, it’s on him. All he did by ordering this test is make it easier for me to file for child support, especially if he won’t sign the papers I’m having drawn up for him to surrender his parental rights.”

“That’s smart, baby.”

We were sitting at the bistro-style table in my kitchen instead of going to the dining room table. This was where I often sat to eat when it was just me. Sitting in the dining area was unnecessary when I was dining alone. Today, Kinisha wanted to sit here just because she loved the table. She said it made her feel like she was on vacation somewhere. I could only chuckle. Whatever floated her boat.

We’d taken an hour-long nap, then woke up and took a shower, inciting another round of lovemaking. It was slow and steady, with a lot of kissing. I loved every minute of that. It seemed we connected spiritually whenever we took things slow. It was more passionate and intentional, especially when we made eye contact. Whenever I slowly made love to her, I always asked her to look at me. There was no better feeling than having the woman you loved reciprocate that through every movement of her body.

While eating my pot roast and savoring the taste, Kinisha said, “I just wish I didn’t have to deal with him at all. I know I can’t do anything about it now, but damn.” She paused and took a deep breath, then turned to me. “He’s not fucking up anything but his own life. Not ours. Thank you for helping me see that. I will do my best to remember that when he gets my feathers ruffled.”

Setting my fork down on the plate, I brought my hands to either side of her face. “Whenever you feel down, discouraged, or in despair, find me. Whether that’s by phone or in person, I’m here to encourage, uplift, and love you through it. Lean on me, and you won’t go wrong. I can bear all that shit for you. If he wanna act crazy, I can stoop to his level and be a crazy muthafucka too. I work for myself, and my contracts are well established. I’m set, so I have plenty of freedom to fuck him up.”

She gave me a one-sided smile. “I don’t want you fucking up nobody but me.”

Just that fast, she had my mind shifting to other things. The anger I felt had dissipated before it could fully manifest, and I was feeling soft as shit. “You mean to tell me you didn’t get enough earlier?”

“Get enough of you? Impossible.”

I bit my bottom lip as my eyes scanned her body, noticing how hard her nipples were through the T-shirt that she wore. “Touché, baby. I’m a bottomless pit when it comes to you. A nigga never get full.”

Her face reddened slightly as she turned back to her food. I could see her glancing at me from the corner of her eyes. After putting some food into her mouth, she stood from her seat and made her way to the bathroom. I figured she had to throw up, so I followed behind her to make sure she was okay. When she opened the door, I asked, “You okay, baby?”

She didn’t look sick, so that was throwing me off. She gave me a slight smile, then went to her knees in front of me, pulling my shorts down and taking just what she wanted. “Oooh fuck.”

I couldn’t even contain that shit because she caught me all the way off guard. Although we were talking about sex and satisfying each other, when she returned to eating, I thought the conversation was over. I grabbed her shoulder-length dreads and slow fucked her mouth. My dick wasn’t even ready, but as soon as her lips touched him, he woke the hell up likeDamn, who summoned me?

As she sucked, she stared at me and began massaging a spot right beneath my balls. My dick sputtered and got choked, then spewed his excitement without warning right down her throat. “Fuck.”

Kinisha had me just where she wanted me. I couldn’t leave her ass even if I tried. She sucked all the residuals while I shivered and trembled like a damn female. Once finished, she stood and kissed my lips. She walked off and returned to her food like nothing had happened. I was standing here with my dick still out, trying to get my life together, and she had done moved on with hers.

She glanced back at me and chuckled. Finally gathering the energy, I pulled my drawers and shorts up, then joined her at the table. “What did you even go to the bathroom for?”

“To rinse the food particles out of my mouth. Can’t have that shit getting in my pussy. I was pretty sure you would take me right here in this kitchen.”

I didn’t know where this nasty-ass woman came from, but I was here for that shit. She could be nasty like Lil Duval described in that song with Tank and Jacquees. I’d make sure I was ready at all times. I snatched her from her chair and pulled my T-shirt over her head, then immediately pulled her nipple into my mouth. My fingers found her pussy, and I began stroking it, ready to feel her walls wrapped around my dick . . . until the doorbell rang.

I frowned instantly. No one popped up here. My mind automatically went to Mya. She’d been quiet as hell for the past two weeks or so, but I knew she would be back. After taking a deep breath, I sucked Kinisha’s juices from my fingers as the doorbell rang again. “Are you expecting someone?” Kinisha asked as she pulled my T-shirt back over her head.

“No. Hopefully, it’s not who I think it is.”

Kinisha frowned but followed me as I went to the washroom to get a T-shirt to put on. She grabbed a pair of basketball shorts from the top of the dryer and slid them on. She was right on my damn heels on the way to the door. When I opened it, Mya stood there just as I thought she would be. However, I didn’t expect her mother to be with her.

She cowered in my presence. Technically, she was violating the restraining order, but I would see what she had to say as long as she wasn’t on any bullshit. “Hello, Mr. Andrews. Mya and I wanted to come by to say something to you.”

I nodded as she gently nudged Mya. She looked up at me, and I could see the tears in her eyes. The woman I hired was standing before me, trembling in what I presumed to be fear. She looked nervous as hell with the way she was fidgeting.

“Mr. Andrews, I owe you an apology. When I don’t take my medicine, I become someone else. Although I wasn’t in control of my actions, I remember mostly everything that happened between us. I’m embarrassed. I also should have made you aware of my diagnosis. These manic episodes, depending on what triggers them, can be hell on me and anyone else involved. It wasn’t fair or right to leave you in the dark.”

I nodded as she turned her attention to Kinisha. “I owe you an apology as well. I got you in so much trouble. It was never my intent to get you caught up in my foolishness. I knew Oliver didn’t see in me what I saw in him. I’d long gotten past that . . . or at least I thought I had. My manic moments proved that I hadn’t. I hope you will forgive me.”

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