Page 76 of A Beast Captured My Heart

“Matthew’s cock blocking already.” He chuckled. We both could feel our baby doing summersaults inside of me.

Moving a strand of hair from my face, he pecked me again on the lips. Beast’s lips were juicy as hell, so his lips practically swallowed mine.

“You coming up off that good pussy, Juicy?”

I cursed myself for nodding my head so fast, like a dog awaiting its treat. My nipples were so hard they ached to be licked and sucked. As if he was reading my mind, he bit through the silk fabric, causing my flood gates to open and pour out. Each time he bit my nipple, a moan ripped from my throat. Placing my arms around his neck, I licked and sucked on his flesh like a lioness.

I had to be the first to break the hold we had on each other. I couldn’t wait any longer. I shamelessly took my nightgown off and walked away from him, knowing he would follow. Pregnancy wasn’t stopping shit at this point. Being that Matthew was a week late, we needed to catch up on all the sex I missed having with him. I knew once the baby got here, our time would be limited.

Laying back on my bed with a couple of pillows propped underneath me so that I wasn’t fully on my back, I opened my legs as far as they could go. The room was warm, but being exposed with nothing on, I could feel the chill on my hot center. Beast stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. Stepping out of his sneakers, then sweats and shirt, my mouth started to water at the sight of his Polo boxers coming off and his beautiful well-endowed dick standing up at attention. He stroked only the tip as he smiled at me with a cocky ass smirk.

“Tell me you miss us, Juicy while playing in that pussy.”

Using two fingers, I dipped them inside of me, dragging my juices up to my clit and circling it while my eyes fluttered.

“I missed y’all so much, daddy,” I moaned out as he grunted and walked towards my bed.”

“Tell me that you will never in your right or wrong mind run away from me again.”

He had me where he wanted me, and I wasn’t ashamed to tell my man what he needed to hear. As soon as I felt him getting in the bed and climbing between my thick thighs, I scooted down. I was too anxious to feel any part of him. He blew first like he was blowing on some hot ass food, then latched on to my clit like a baby needing his pacifier. Beast feasted on my pussy like he had been starved. It didn’t even take five minutes for my cum to spill out of my center and into his mouth.

He sat up, not wiping away my juices, and leaned cautiously between my legs and over my big ass stomach. Pulling both of my titties together, he licked and bit on my nipples just like I liked it.

“Damn baby, your milk is sweet as fuck. Matthew ain’t gon’ be the only one sucking and drinking from these big ass watermelons.”

I almost felt embarrassed as he squeezed my right nipple, and clear liquid mixed with a little white liquid came shooting out into Beast’s face. He latched back on and sucked more gently. Every time he grunted, I thrusted on his shaft. I was ready for him to be buried deep inside of me. He got the picture. Grabbing his meaty dick, he circled it around my throbbing clit, then slid effortlessly inside of me.

My pussy received him, instantly putting that dick in a tight chokehold. I allowed my pussy to breathe on him. Doing Kegel exercises daily caused my muscles to work effortlessly on Beast. He bit down hard on his bottom lip as he moved in and out of me.

“My fucking medicine, Juicy… Don’t ever take this shit away from me again,” his voice was strained as he put in work.

Round for round, we hit it off. We damn near tried to go all damn night until the Braxton Hicks started to bother me. Beast tried to put me in every position possible until I tapped out, and we passed out and cuddled under each other. It felt good to be back with my man, and I felt complete. I was willing to stick beside him and never run when shit got tough again. I needed to learn how to communicate better and express myself.

There was no doubt in my mind that Beast was deeply in love with me like I was with him. I was starting to feel like we balanced each other out and belonged together forever. God had sent me a love that I didn’t want to mix with any other remedy but Beast. Spending all that time away from him showed me how much I loved him and how deeply in love I was with him. I was foolish to run, but mistakes were bound to happen. I’ve been in relationships, but none as deep as this.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

BEAST

“So, are you going to tell me who did this to you, Ma? You done had me run you to the store, grocery shop for you, pick up your medication… We done left your friend’s house, them old hags was all over me like flies on shit. I’m ready to go home and rub my woman stomach.”

Leandra got discharged early as hell from the hospital. As soon as she got in my car, she had me taking her around the world. Every time I questioned what happened and who did it, she would shrug it off and say she didn’t want to talk about it at the moment. The doctor discharged her and told her to take it easy. She was doing the opposite. She claimed people didn’t like listening to her when she never listened to anyone at all. I didn’t mind taking her where she needed to go. I just needed to get the information out of her to see who violated. Shit had me paranoid again, placing more security detail on Kayori and her.

“I’m happy you got Kayori, Praise… I really hope we can work on our relationship as mother and son. I also want to apologize to you for all the damage I’ve done, making you feel like I didn’t love you the same as I did Michael. I should’ve been hard on both of y’all and not just one of y’all.”

I remained quiet as I looked at her light brown skin complexion. She took a sip of the Starbucks coffee I had just bought her. We were sitting in the parking lot waiting for them to bring her freshly baked muffins out. A single tear dropped from her left eye as she turned a little in her seat to look at me. This was about to be an emotional moment for her, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t for me too. I could feel the lump in my throat as I swallowed that shit down. I guess this conversation was well overdue. Leandra got on my last nerve; I loved her the same. It didn’t matter how different she treated me, that would never alter my loyalty to my mom. It just caused a big gap and strain on our relationship.

“Every time I asked you to do something, son, you’ve done it. Since you were a little boy, you always listened to me. You might have given me some back lip, but you would always comply and try to make me happy with your listening skills. I was a young mother, but that’s no excuse. At the time, I didn’t have the proper resources when I first noticed you talking to yourself. I wish my mom, your grandmother, was still alive. She had the same illness as you. We fought a lot, and I despised her, so in a way, I thought you would be the same as her. You are the total opposite. You’re way more loving and carrying.” Clearing her throat, she went into her bra to grab a cigarette. Once it was lit, she hit it and stared back at me with misty eyes.

“My relationship with my mom was strained, even after she got the help she needed. I was distant and cold with her. I didn’t understand why my dad loved her so much and could stay with a person so different. She kept trying with me, even on her death bed. I waited until it was too late and realized I’ve been doing the same thing to you as I did to her, but in a different way. I didn’t want my firstborn to have the same mental problem as my mom, then your dad… he used to be on the same level too. I didn’t notice it until after I had you. This world is filled with special people just like you. Kayori is an angel ‘cause it’s people like her that can love people like you correctly without passing any judgment.” We both sat in silence. Praise talked in my head as I looked out the window. It was a great mixture of Praise and another voice, a voice I constantly ignored because it made me feel weak as a man.

That voice belonged to the eight-year-old me. It always came about when I was sad or when I couldn’t figure things out and felt helpless. The eight-year-old me longed for the extra loving my mom always gave to Michael. I could hear him crying in my head, and it made my chest tighten. I took deep breaths and tried to calm myself. All the dark things I’ve done over the years, all the depression and sadness I have endured for just being different. Feeling like I had to keep such a tough exterior to protect myself from being done wrong.

I couldn’t help who I was. I didn’t have many friends, and the ones that stuck by me were Stone and Gunna. Now, I only had Stone as a friend. I looked at him like my brother. He treated me that way from day one. I made myself into Beast. People feared and respected Beast. They didn’t dare try to cross me nor test or fuck with me. Beast took the insults and was coldhearted to the people calling me crazy and looking at Praise like a nutcase. I took it all and protected Praise from it because he couldn’t handle it. I knew he couldn’t handle it when he tried to commit suicide and kill us.

No one knew that but Stone; I told him everything. Praise was tired of hearing the voices when we hit seventeen. I had just got released from the crazy hospital and decided to push my way to the forefront. I took over for a while, hitting the streets and taking over shit to relieve Praise from feeling so incapable and down about all the shit the doctor said. When she said, I had D.I.D. (Dissociative Identity Disorder), schizophrenia, paranoia, and a bunch of other medical terms to describe us, they wrote us off as being insane.

I knew it was true, but I still felt like it was normal. Praise wanted out. He didn’t want to live his life being like this, being bothered with the voices and not being able to control us. Especially me. As crazy as it might sound now because, as I’m explaining it, a part of me didn’t want to accept who I truly was. I knew I was primarily in control, and Praise was the sane part of me. I questioned that because this side of me, being Beast, never wanted to kill myself. It’s confusing, this I know, but this side of me is who helped my own self and saved me from harming myself when I was too weak.