Page 14 of Nobody Praying for Me

He gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His eyebrows were knitted together, and his top lip curled in a snarl like I’d offended him. “Well, I ain’t everybody, and I’m not the type to say a bunch of empty words. The things I do will prove I’m the one you’ve been praying for.”

My bottom lip trembled, and the taste of my salty tears mingled with my saliva. Unable to say anything, I gripped his shirt in my hand and yanked him toward me. Stars exploded behind my eyes when his lips crashed into mine. The brick wall around my heart began to crumble with every stroke of his tongue. His hands wrapped around my waist while mine went around his neck.

When he finally released me, it was to deliver the final blow to my hesitation. “I know you have a past, and I’m not here to judge you for it. Since the first time I saw you, I’ve had this urge to take care of you that I can’t ignore or get rid of, so let me, Pretty. Stop fucking fighting me, and let me take care of you.”

The next thing I knew, my legs were wrapped around his waist, and our lips were glued together with no desire to ever be separated again. He carried me through the house, and with each step, the fire between us grew bigger. His hands seared my skin everywhere he blessed me with his touch. I tossed my head back in pleasure when he began to suck on my neck.

Once we made it to his bedroom, he kicked his door closed and walked me over to the bed. When he laid me down, he stood over me with steady eye contact, and I swore my heart went from being housed in my chest to my throat. His shirt was tossed to the side, and my lips parted while I downloaded every detail of his chiseled body to memory. His chocolate skin looked good enough to eat.

Unable to stay away, I sat up and yanked him closer by the waistband of his sweats. My lips landed on his abs, where I began to softly kiss each ridge. There was nothing but pure muscle beneath the surface, and my nerve endings tingled in response. I flicked my gaze upward and clashed with his heavy, brown eyes and him sucking on his bottom lip.

Without a word, I slid his sweats and boxers down. His dick sprang forward excitedly, and the sight pleased me. Gripping his thick base, I traced his tip with my tongue. His skin was smooth, and he smelled fresh. In a quick motion, I took the entire length in my mouth, loving the way his manicured pubic hairs tickled my upper lip. When I released him, I took a deep breath then went to work. Saliva slid from every opening in my mouth the more I suctioned my mouth around his dick.

Kalm moaned with fingers that gripped onto my hair. I bobbed my head up and down, spitting and sucking vigorously and thoroughly, enjoying the sight of his legs growing weak. “I need to taste you,” he murmured in a daze.

Since I was wearing a muumuu, it was easy to lift over my head and toss to the side. We got on the bed in a sixty-nine position, and his hands wrapped around my waist seconds before his tongue began to lap my leaking hole.

I lost my breath from the sensation of his feast. Unwilling to be outdone, I took him in my mouth and gobbled like a turkey. My ass bounced on his face, and the slap he delivered to my cheeks was exhilarating. Satisfaction flooded my veins when his toes cracked from me massaging his balls in my hand. I gagged when he hit the back of my throat and only had a few seconds to control my reflexes.

My voice reached peaks I didn’t even know it was capable of from how well he devoured my pussy. He gave my clit not a moment of rest, and each suck sent me closer to oblivion. I gripped his thighs for support because his mouth was weakening me. I tried to hold it, but the tremors came, and I knew it was over with.

“Ahhh!” I yelled, seeing stars behind my eyes.

He chuckled darkly, sending vibrations through my nerves. After a smack to my ass, he said, “Let me see you ride it.”

Instead of turning around, I hovered over him in the reverse-cowgirl position. His legs were hanging off the bed with his feet planted on the floor. I placed him at my entrance then slid down and sang a tune from how good he felt. With my hands on his knees, I began to find a delicious rhythm that had us both howling to the moon. I hoped Sissy was passed out, asleep, or else she surely could hear everything happening in here.

Kalm reached forward and placed a vice grip on the front of my throat. His warm breath tickled my ear when he spoke. “What you gonna say the next time somebody asks you if you’re my girlfriend?” With his other hand planted on my hip, he thrusted upward, hitting my spot with precision. My pussy gushed loudly then clenched tighter around him. “Fuck, Pretty.” He tightened his grip again and forced my head back. “What you gonna say?”

My teeth chattered from the way he plowed into me. “I-I’ma say yes, that’s my dick.”

He pinched my nipple so hard I hissed from the pain before it was erased by the pleasure. “Good girl. You’re mine now, and I am yours.” He placed the pad of his thumb on the side of my clit and began to rub small circles that sent shockwaves through my entire system. “That’s right. Cream all over your dick, Pretty.” His deep and sultry voice in my ear sent me over the edge of ecstasy. “I’m going to take care of you, Pretty. I’m going to protect you, Pretty. I’m going to fucking love you, Pretty.”

His words sounded like marriage vows while his every stroke gave him complete and total control over my body. I saw no use in fighting against what he was saying because deep down, I wanted to believe in someone. I wanted to finally be able to exhale and trust that I wasn’t alone.

10

CHARISMA RAE JONES

Igiggled like a little girl when Kalm tickled my feet that were resting in his lap. “You are so childish,” I said through my laughter.

“You’re the childish one. Who still laughs at getting their feet tickled?”

I raised an eyebrow and jumped like I was going to tickle him back under his arm pits, and he damn near hopped off the couch, trying to get away from me. I laughed harder as I eyed him on the other end of the couch. “What’s that you had said again?” I crawled over and straddled his lap and immediately forgot the plan to tickle him because when he looked up at me, all I could see was his handsome face.

I puckered my lips, and he kissed me twice then grinned. I could tell things were about to heat up by the fire flickering in the depths of his brown eyes, but the sound of the door slamming snapped us both back into reality. We looked up to see Oasis marching to her room without so much as a glance at us. That was unusual for her, which made us suspicious. She was the type to come plop down right beside us, even if she saw us being lovey dovey. I jumped when I heard her door slam a few seconds later.

“The fuck?” Kalm mumbled, lifting me up with him.

I placed a hand on his chest to stop him. “Let me.”

He glanced down, pondered on it for a minute then agreed. “Aight.”

Over the last month, my relationship with Oasis grew stronger every time I was there to hold her hand during chemotherapy or hold her hair back while she puked everything in her stomach into the toilet. Even though the journey was not easy, I had to say, baby girl was a trooper. The hardest day so far was when her hair started to fall out. That hurt my girl more than anything else she was dealing with because she swore it made her ugly. No matter how much I assured her that nothing could make her ugly, she wasn’t going for it. Earlier, while she was in school, I busied myself with finding her some really cute and age-appropriate wigs to help counter her sadness. As a former midnight ballerina, I was good at doing hair, so I was going to hook my girl up when they came in the mail.

Kalm stayed in the living room while I went to check on Sissy. I knocked softly and waited patiently. She didn’t answer, but I could hear her crying very hard on the other side of the door. Twisting the knob, I saw that it wasn’t locked and pushed my way inside.

“Hey, Sissy. Are you okay?” I spotted her on the bed with her forehead resting on her knees while she cried. My heart dropped into my stomach, so I quickly closed the distance to wrap her in my arms. “What is it? What happened, baby girl?