Tapping her leg, he grunted, “Raise up.”
Irish lifted off his dick seconds before his seeds sprouted from his head. She got back on her knees and caught his nut inside her mouth. It was one of the best orgasms Noble had ever experienced. One that would live in his memory for years to come. His chest heaved at a rapid rate while Irish sucked him until his manhood went limp. Noble was exhausted. He had no energy because Irish had robbed him of it.
The buzzing of a phone diverted their attention toward the coffee table. Irish quickly grabbed her phone and answered the call. Noble glanced at his Panerai watch, noticing the time.
“I have to go,” Irish announced, grabbing her denim shorts off the floor.
Noble’s eyes widened before he pulled up his pants and stood up.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“My little sister lost the key to the house. I have to go let her in.”
“Nah.” He grabbed her, pulling her into his chest. “You owe me.”
Irish’s head fell back before she cackled. “Owe you what?”
“More pussy. You can’t just fuck a nigga like that then leave. Have some respect.”
She was clearly amused by his dry begging. “Noble, please. I would stay longer but I gotta go let my sister in. You understand, right?”
Of course, he understood but Noble didn’t want to be logical at the moment. He wanted to be selfish and keep Irish there all night long so he could fuck her until the sun broke through the skyline.
She didn’t wait for a reply from him. She only met his lips with hers, creating more yearning for her.
“Go handle your business,” he told her.
It pained Noble to say that, but she had priorities, and he didn’t want to disrupt them, especially when she officially wasn’t his. He watched her get dressed and grab her purse from the couch.
“I really enjoyed you tonight, Noble.”
Irish had transform back to his sweet girl as she smiled at him. There was a gentle side, and he had just discovered her naughty side. Noble preferred both, now that he had been introduced.
“I enjoyed you too. You want me to walk you down?”
Shaking her head, she replied, “No, I’m okay. I’ll talk to you later.”
“No, hit me when you get home so I can know you made it safely.”
She blushed before kissing his lips again. Noble grabbed ahold of her waist, pulling her into his lean frame. He didn’t want to let go as his tongue slithered into her mouth. Reluctantly, he pulled back and pecked her lips once more.
“Go ‘head.”
“Bye, Noble.”
He regretfully watched her walk out his condo before he plopped down on his couch and thought about the ways Irish had snatched his soul.
“We are going to start weaning him off the ventilator.”
Cali rushed over to the doctor along with Ruthia and Deasia.
“What does that mean?” Ruthia asked.
“It means he is recovering enough to start breathing on his own. X-rays show lung function, and he does have brain activity. He’s not ready to be removed from the ventilator just yet but he is showing signs of possibly breathing without it.”
“Hallelujah!” Ruthia raised her hands in the air, praising God.
Cali immediately clasped her hands together and said a quick prayer. It had been close to three weeks since Rio was hospitalized, and she had almost lost her faith. Praying relentlessly and not receiving any sign from God that He would save Rio had become exhausting up until now.
