The Realest Ever - By Keith Thomas Walker Page 0,17

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Brianna didn’t come and join him in the living room until she searched every bit of Donovan and Kyra’s Facebook profile and found no evidence of an ongoing or potential relationship. She stood next to his recliner. Donovan ignored her and kept flipping channels with his remote.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

How many times have I heard that before? Donovan wondered. At some point or another, Brianna had accused him of having eyes for nearly every pretty girl he knew.

“This is different,” she said, reading his mind. “You know this is different, Donovan. You never told me you were missing some girl for fifteen years.”

“It’s not some girl,” Donovan said. “Kyra’s my sister.”

“No. She’s not,” Brianna said. “But I don’t want to argue anymore. She placed a hand on his shoulder. “Can I show you something, in the bedroom?”

Donovan frowned without looking up at her. “You think that’s the solution every time? You get mad and I get mad, and then we have sex and everything’s cool?”

“I didn’t think we had sex,” Brianna said, speaking softly now. “I thought we made love, Donovan. You still love me, don’t you?”

“Whether it’s sex or making love, it’s the same scenario,” he said. “You got issues that you can’t fix. Every time you realize you’re wrong about one of your wild accusations, you try to get me in the bedroom so I’ll forget about it.”

“Everybody does that,” Brianna said as she kicked off her heels and unbuttoned her pants. “They don’t all take it to the bedroom, but husbands buy their wives flowers when they screw up. They take them out to eat. I don’t know what wives do, probably make meatloaf or something. I would try that, but I’m not a good cook.”

She slid her jeans past her hips and then stepped on the cuffs so she could pull her long, slender legs out of them. Donovan didn’t want to look, but Brianna’s legs were a thing a beauty. She didn’t have much hips or ass, but those legs belonged on a fashion runway. Her panties were black lace. She was standing close enough for Donovan to feel the heat between her legs.

She pulled her blouse over her head as she positioned herself between his legs. Brianna’s bra matched her panties. Her stomach was completely flat, with nary a stretch mark. Her breasts were perfect for her size. Her long, curly hair flowed an inch past her shoulders. Her legs were spread slightly. Donovan felt blood rushing to his manhood as he stared at her slight camel toe.

Brianna reached for his shorts and tried to pull them down. She couldn’t do it without Donovan lifting his hips. He didn’t want to at first, but he couldn’t deny his attraction. He licked his lips as he facilitated the removal of his shorts and boxers. When she got them off, Brianna dropped to her knees and kissed him on the belly button. Donovan inhaled sharply, and his manhood sprang to life. It pulsated, already hard and throbbing against Brianna’s jugular vein.

She lowered her head and took him into her mouth without using her hands. She backed out and devoured him again, working her tongue magically along the way. She watched him the whole time. Donovan’s expression was stuck somewhere between surprise and bliss. Brianna’s eyes were dark and seductive.

She backed away. She kissed the tip and then sucked the head rhythmically, until Donovan’s legs began to fidget. He reached for her with both hands and buried his fingers in her beautiful mane. Brianna didn’t stop until she felt his toes digging into the carpet. She licked him slowly from bottom to top and then asked, “Are you still mad at me?” as the fat head glistened and jumped against her lips.

Donovan shook his head. “Get me a condom,” he breathed.

Brianna smiled and stood and turned away from him so she could reach into her purse. Donovan stared at her thong panties. She didn’t have tons of ass hanging out of them, but when she bent over Donovan desperately wanted to slide between her moist folds. He didn’t think it was possible to fuck some sense into her, but there was certainly no harm in trying.

Brianna faced him again and tore the condom wrapper with her teeth. She gave Donovan the contraceptive and slipped her panties off while he rolled the condom down the length of his shaft. Donovan wanted her on all fours, but he wasn’t upset when Brianna climbed on top of him. She positioned