Page 13 of A Beast Captured My Heart

“Yo?”

“Nigga come open the got damn door. Shorty got me fucked up. She about to find out who the fuck I am though.”

“Bet.”

He hung the phone up and in less than a couple of seconds, the front door was opening back with Stone looking at me with a crooked smile. I didn’t have time to banter with him right now. I needed to get to Kayori and put her fine ass in check. Walking through the nice condo, I made my way through the place like I owned it.

“She’s in the kitchen down the hall to the right nigga.”

Saying nothing, I followed what Stone shouted to my back. Kayori was at the sink with her back turned towards me cleaning out what looked to be a wine glass. She even had the nerve to start humming like shit was sweet. I was about to flip her world upside down real fast. Her booty looked so juicy and fat from the back, I had to give myself a small pep talk to control myself before I even walked up to her. I imagined me spreading those big ass cheeks apart and putting my whole face in it like it was my last meal. I wanted her on my face leaking all her essence on my nose, mouth, tongue, beard, and chin so I can smell her on my top lip for days. Walking up on Kayori, I grabbed her tight around her waist and locked my hands in front of her. She was so short compared to the tall frame I had to bend until my mouth was touching her ear. She jolted hard, then I start speaking into her ear. I could hear her swallowing spit as she held her breath forgetting to breathe.

“Don’t you ever fix those pretty lips to disrespect me baby unless it’s my dick. You got a nigga hella intrigued by you, and I’m not stopping until I get every hard layer off that bolted-up exterior of yours. You gon’ let a real nigga into your interior and I’ma lace you the fuck up. You need some good dick, my type of dick to fix that tight-ass attitude you got. It tells me the pussy is even tighter and I bet that shit is wet right now for a nigga. Breathe baby.”

I chuckled in her ear. I wanted to lick her earlobe. She smelled so fucking good. When she released her breath, my dick jumped in my sweats causing her breathing to sound choppy. Once she got herself in control, she turned around and faced me with a naughty slick smirk. I had her right where the fuck I wanted her. She placed her arms around my neck locking her hands together. She brought me down to her height. A thought crossed her face as she released me. She sat up on the counter with her thick thighs opened showcasing her red panties that were dampened. My dick was so hard I wanted to take that shit out and jack it off. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her fat ass pussy. Saying no words, she brought me back closer to her with her hands back locked around my neck. She spoke directly into my ear as I strummed her clit. Her pussy was wet. It made a whole lot of fucking noise, causing precum to leak from the tip of my dick. She moaned out softly as her words brought me close to my own damn nut which was a first for me without it entering pussy or receiving head.

“I ain’t been touched by a man… and, ooooo yesssss, keep playing with this pussy. Just likeeeee thattttt… I ain’t been touched in threeee yearsssss, but since you so pressed, get this feel of how wet she get’s for the first and last damn time. Look at that, my pussy about to praisssseeee youuuuuu.”

Just like that, she came all over my fingers. Her shit was literally gushing. When I stuck my index finger inside of her, her walls were so tight it barely let just my one finger inside. It contracted so tight on my fingers she pulled my hand away from her pussy with hooded eyes. Smiling lazily, she pushed my own hand in front of my lips. Not having to tell me, I tasted her and it caused my dick to jerk before nut came spurting out inside my fucking Versace boxers. She chuckled softly then laughed hard as she got down from the counter and walked away.

“There’s your taste and feel. Thank you Mr. Praise. Now leave me the fuck alone and keep it professional.”

She threw that over her shoulder as she disappeared from the kitchen. She had me gone. Like gone in the fucking head, I can’t believe I let her do me that way. She played me at my own fucking game and won. Here I stood in her kitchen with nut in my boxers as my dick went limp, and sweet pussy juices in my mouth, I had to regroup before I even tried this again. Kayori was in a league of her own for that. The score was one to zero but it would be even pretty soon. Game on!

Chapter Eight

KAYORI

It has been five days since my encounter with Praise. I still woke up in cold sweats, hard nipples, and a wet yoni. I stayed away from him during my work hours and even that was hard. Since I went to the gun range with Stone instead of Praise that told me that I had him shook. That was the plan, I didn’t want to mix up my work relationship with my boss let alone have drama and issues with his ghetto fabulous baby momma. It was so hard because Praise woke something up in me. The inner confidence I once had before my car accident. I use to know and felt the security within myself. I knew I looked good; I also knew that my persona was unmatched. When Praise walked up to me in that kitchen and tried to have one up on me, I turned those tables fast. I didn’t know how far I would actually take things but apparently, I took it over the top. Since I was trained to carry my gun, I had been taking Mattea to the park and mall. I did an outing with her every day in order to stay away from that house. My plan was to work another two months that way I didn’t create such a tight bond with Mattea. I already found myself being very fond of her in so many ways. I wanted to talk to her parents about getting her in some kind of speech therapy to help her develop her words a little better.

Mattea just turned three so I figured it would eventually get better. So in the meantime, I coached her with sounding simple words out. However, I still would mention it to both of them when the time was right. I spent most of my free time at the library, using their computers to look for a job. Whatever I found that was available and paid well I was going to take. I knew for a fact I would be uncomfortable with Praise until I quit working for him. The connection between us was too strong. He made my body feel things it hadn’t felt in a very long time. His touch, smell, and presence was enough to send me over the edge. I had to have a lot of strength that night he played with my pussy. I wanted to drag him in my room and let him break my back and get my pussy tuned up. Standing up to stretch and get out of my thoughts of Praise. I gathered all my belongings which were my MCM purse and notepad with my pen. Once I had all my stuff inside my purse I walked out of the library into the hot-ass Vegas sun.

“Kayori?”

I froze in my steps already knowing the voice before I saw the man that I once cared for. I broke his heart and I never thought I would see him again. Closing my eyes and finally turning around to face him, all those old painful memories came crashing through my brain.

“Brian?”

My face held no emotion as he showed plenty. He was still so handsome yet geeky as he pushed his reading glasses up closer to his eyes. Brian dreads reached to the middle of his back now, neatly twisted going into a ponytail. His brown eyes shined bright, eyes smiling, he walked up to me closing the distance. Hugging me tightly, I appreciated his smell. Finally hugging him back just as tight I stepped back to get a good look at him.

“How have you been Brian?”

“Better now that I’m finally seeing you again, beautiful.”

I smiled brightly at him, I knew he was sincere and I cursed myself for doing him so wrong and letting him go when I was at my complete worse. When I got into that car accident and spent three months in the hospital, Brian was there through it all. He catered to me right along with Meshalay and loved me through it all. When I got out of the hospital, I still was bound to my wheelchair, couldn’t walk, and became bitter with my life. Whenever I was given a mirror to look at myself I became more and more uncomfortable with myself not knowing how the outside world would accept or even look at me. I started treating the closest person to me badly. Not appreciating the lengths that Brian would go to see me smile. He would bathe me, dress me up and take me out on walks in my wheelchair. All of that could not bring me out of my funk. I broke up with him and told him to go find another woman. A better-looking woman, I felt that I didn’t deserve him. I was scared and scarred on the outside and on the inside. I stopped loving myself because I didn’t like the outside reflection of me. I felt like if I couldn’t love myself, then how could I love another. Brian was broken how I broke things off he called for six months straight sometimes crying, begging, and asking me to let him be there for me. I didn’t bend. Once I start walking again, I changed my number and blocked him all the way out of my life. I started talking to no good niggas who would say foul things about my face and body. I would let them use me up, sleep with me and kick me to the curb. It got to the point where I left niggas alone altogether and practiced celibacy until I could love myself better and see and accept the woman I was now and not who I used to be.

“You live out here?”

I asked as I felt a little uncomfortable around him now. I felt guilty as hell for the way I did him. Suddenly I wanted to end the whole conversation.

“Yes, me and my girlfriend and son moved up here a year ago. I’m a doctor now finally finished school so we moved up here since my girl is a traveling nurse.”

His girl, his son. Damn, he leveled up majorly, he was a doctor and he found a woman to match his career. I was actually happy I left him, the route I was going only would’ve prolonged him from blossoming into the man he needed to be. Looking down at my French-tipped toes I smiled and tried to excuse myself.

“That’s good to hear, I’m so happy for you Brian! It was so good seeing you.”

I offered another smile as he smiled back at me genuinely. Brian was never ignorant and he always told me how my scars didn’t define me. To him, I was beautiful Kayori with long pretty hair. Back in the day, he used to run his hands through my long thick hair until we both fell asleep.

“It was good seeing you to Kay Kay… can I get your number maybe take you out to lunch or something? We gotta catch up.”