“Nothing. I can see the bougie, though. Ain’t nothing wrong with that. And hell, it might be time for you to have a different type. None of them other chicks worked.”
“Yeah, whatever. It ain’t that deep.”
She shrugged. “If you say so.”
“I’m for real.”
“We’ll see. Well, if Mama doesn’t run her off.”
I sucked my teeth. I debated telling her what Trell said, then decided against it. No use having her look at Mama sideways if he was just trying to fuck with me. “Man, Gillian better sit down. She knows she don’t run shit over here.”
“You know she doesn’t think anybody is good enough for you. If Farrah can deal with her, she might be the one for you.”
“Khayla, talk about Paris or some shit. I’on wanna hear that.”
She laughed then started telling me about her trip. I spent another hour with my sister, just talking and relaxing in a way I hadn’t been able to since all this shit started. Finally, I looked down at my watch.
“Been away from her long enough, huh?” she teased.
“Man, whatever. I just need to go check in on her.”
Khayla stood up and stretched before walking over to the door. “Mm-hmm. Go ahead. Let me know when you got a detail ready for me and mama so we can get out your way. Last thing I wanna hear is some bird screaming my brother’s name.”
“Nasty ass!”
She disappeared with a soft laugh. I followed her out the room, stopping at Farrah’s door. I didn’t bother to knock, just let myself in. She was lying across the bed, the phone I had given her back earlier clutched in her hand as she slept. The right thing to do probably would have been to leave her alone. But not me. Instead, I closed and locked the door quietly before walking over to the bed. Her sundress had worked its way up and I could see the bottom of those thighs that had held on to me so tightly just the night before. Just the thought had my dick hard as fuck. I ran my fingers along the soft skin of her inner thigh. She made a low sound before her eyes blinked open.
“Mekhi,” she whispered.
“Yeah?”
“What… what are you doing?”
I let my hand slide up higher until my fingers brushed the seat of her panties.
“What it feel like, shorty?” I asked, kneeling next to her.
“But… but your mama here…” her words ended in a sigh when I eased my finger under the material and stroked her clit.
“You act like she in this room.”
“Mekhi—”
I stretched over her and covered her lips in a kiss, my hand still busy under her dress as I pulled her panties off. She played shy at first, but she had my fingers slippery wet, and her thighs were spreading in no time. I settled between them before untying the straps of her dress and pulling the top down toreveal her bra. Pushing it up, I lowered my lips to her already-hard nipple and sucked on it. She moaned and grabbed my locs, pulling me closer to her chocolate-scented, thick body. I swirled my tongue before releasing her and easing further down. I didn’t stop until my lips brushed the top of her pussy. She sucked in a breath as my tongue trailed down to her folds, parting them. Slowly, I licked her, and her body tensed against me, her thighs clamping down. I pushed them apart and held on tight, licking her in long, slow strokes that had her twisting and turning and whispering my name. Her fingers tangled in my hair as I sucked her clit into my mouth, rubbing it with my tongue.
Her hips began a slow, sensual grind on my face. Opening her thighs wider, I slid two fingers inside her tight-ass pussy.
“Khi-Khi-Khi…”
She chanted my name as she continued to rock, those pretty, thick ass thighs threatening to suffocate me. But, shiii, if I had to go…
Her breath caught, and her sweet pussy clenched around my fingers. She was right at the edge and I was about to push her ass off.
“I’m about to cum. Oh, my God, Khi, I’m about to?—”
Wet as my face was, she didn’t have to tell me. I loved it. Pressing my face into that fat mothafucka, I lapped all that shit up, leaving not a drop.
“Mekhi, you killing meee,” she panted.
