The Realest Ever - By Keith Thomas Walker Page 0,18

herself carefully and placed a hand on either side of Donovan’s neck. Donovan took hold of her hips and guided her down slowly. Brianna’s bottom lip disappeared inside her mouth as he invaded her moistness.

Donovan gripped her ass more firmly. Brianna threw her head back and moaned softly. She relaxed her muscles to accommodate his length and girth. The feel of her tight, slick walls clutching his manhood made Donovan’s heart sigh. The sight of his dark meat disappearing inside her was even better. Brianna kept her pubic hair shaved, leaving just a small patch. When Donovan’s bush mingled with it, he emitted a primal grunt that made the hairs stand on every part of Brianna’s body. Her legs quivered. She lowered her head, and her hair fell into her face.

“Feels so good,” she purred. “You feel so good.”

Donovan wanted to tell her that this was not a solution. They had serious problems in their relationship that needed to be addressed. This passion they shared would change nothing. But Brianna started working her hips to a rhythm that was only in their souls, and Donovan pulled her close and sucked her throat. And he began to wonder if maybe he was wrong about all of that.

CHAPTER FOUR

MAMA’S BOY

The next day was Sunday, August 17. Donovan picked up his mother for church at ten a.m. sharp. This was usually the only day of the week he could spend time with her.

Donovan’s father, Darrell Mitchell, used to be the one to escort Beverly to services at Greater Missionary Baptist on Seminary. But he passed away when Donovan was in college. Coming home for that funeral was one of the hardest things Donovan ever had to do. Going back to school afterwards and leaving his mother alone in the home she shared with Darrell for nearly 30 years was just as tough.

When he graduated, Donovan never considered staying in Ohio or moving to any of the other states he was fond of. His mother wasn’t needy, but she loved him dearly. It would break Miss Beverly’s heart if Donovan had to get on a plane each time he visited her.

Plus Donovan loved Overbrook Meadows, so he didn’t feel like he was passing up on any opportunities when he returned. It wasn’t like he moved back into his mother’s home and was still driving her car. Donovan had his own everything. So despite what Kyra said yesterday, he knew he wasn’t a mama’s boy.

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That morning Pastor Ricky Williams spoke to the congregation about volunteering more for the many church activities they had going on – and doing it with a grateful heart. He stressed that good deeds alone would not guarantee anyone a spot in the kingdom of heaven, but not offering any good deeds at all was just as bad.

After service Donovan waited while his mother spoke to the pastor and a few women at the church she’d grown close to over the years. When Miss Beverly was done with her goodbyes, Donovan led her into the bright sunlight outside and helped her into his new F-150. Beverly was a small woman, totally dwarfed by her tall and stout son. She was thin enough for Donovan to hoist into the truck like a child, but she only needed to hold his hand while she climbed into the cabin.

“Was Brianna busy this morning?” Beverly asked when Donovan got settled behind the steering wheel. He started the truck and rolled slowly out of the parking spot.

“I didn’t talk to her,” he told his mother.

“Was she out partying last night?”

Donovan grinned.

Brianna came to church with him and his mother only twice this year. Last year she tagged along once. Donovan thought that was a clear indication that Brianna wasn’t the church-going type, but Beverly felt the need to bring it up again each week.

Donovan’s mother was fifty-eight years old. She wore her hair short; it was more salt than peppery. She was spry and quick-witted. She wore wire-rimmed glasses and preferred slacks over skirts or dresses. Her skin was smooth and dark. Donovan had never seen her put on any makeup – not even a thin coat of lipstick. Beverly was retired from the DMV, but she maintained a lot of the impatience and sarcasm she perfected after more than three decades on the job.

Donovan loved his mother dearly. His only complaint was that she wouldn’t take another man or even make room in her heart for a lonely puppy after her husband died. Donovan knew