The Realest Ever - By Keith Thomas Walker Page 0,87
Donovan was wrong in thinking that news would deter her. In fact, Kyra couldn’t have been more thrilled about the prospect. The muscles between her legs were already tightening in anticipation. She was wet on the outside and just as wet on the inside. She began to moan through her nose, and that was all she wrote.
“Oh, fuck, baby!”
Donovan’s dick jumped with each squirt of semen it pumped out. The pre-cum was an appetizer. This was the main course, and Kyra loved every drop of it. She swallowed when her mouth was full, and she sucked harder, making sure to get it all out. Donovan didn’t think he ever had an orgasm so powerful. His toes curled so hard, Kyra heard them rubbing the bottom of the tub. She didn’t back away for another thirty seconds. She looked up at him, her eyes low, her lips parted, water pouring down her face, Donovan’s erection still jumping slightly in front of her nose.
“I…” He took a slow breath. “I can’t wait to get inside you. I want you to cum as hard as I just did. I want you to fall asleep with me still inside you.”
Kyra didn’t please him in anticipation of a reward, but his comments delighted her immensely. She tongue kissed his dick again before she rose to her feet. Donovan’s hands were immediately all over her. Kyra never took a dirty shower before. It was an experience she would never forget. She was glad that she shared it with her best friend and the love of her life.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
BAD MATH
The next morning Donovan had to wake everyone up at nine a.m. so he’d have time to make it to church with his mother. He was open to taking Kyra and her kids with him, but she was reluctant.
“I haven’t talked to your mom since I been back,” she said. “I don’t want to show up at her church out of the blue.”
“It’s not out of the blue,” Donovan said as he whipped up a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. “And it’s not her church. It’s God’s house. Besides, I talk to my mom about you all the time. I told her I wanted to bring you to church with me.”
“What about the fornication?” Kyra asked with a worried look in her eyes. “I don’t know if I’d feel right going to church after what happened last night.”
“Everyone sins,” Donovan said. “I wish I could be perfect, but there are some things in the bible that I don’t totally agree with.”
That was news to Kyra. “Like what?”
“I don’t know,” Donovan said. “Jonah and the whale. Sex before marriage. Living together before marriage. Things like that.”
“Wow. That’s a lot,” Kyra noticed.
Donovan shrugged. “Not really.”
“You don’t believe in Jonah and the whale?”
“It’s hard to take literally.”
“But you still believe in God?”
Donovan frowned. “Of course.”
“How do you justify all of that,” Kyra asked, “and still be at peace with the man upstairs?”
“What is this, a theological discussion?” Donovan asked. “I just asked if you wanted to go to church with me.”
Kyra laughed. “I want to see your mother first, for lunch or something, before I walk into her church. I know you said everything’s cool now, but I think we need some kind of icebreaker. There will be a lot of people watching us at church. It could be a little awkward.”
“That’s cool,” Donovan said. “How about today? Me and my mom always go to lunch after church. Do you want me to pick you up?”
Kyra shook her head. Truth be told, she was afraid of Beverly Mitchell. The last time she saw her, Beverly was kicking her out of her home, accusing Kyra of corrupting her only child. But it was clear Donovan would do whatever he could to bring the two women in his life together.
“Alright,” Kyra said. “What time?”
“Service usually end at twelve-thirty,” Donovan said. “I’ll pick you up at one. It’ll be fun. I know my mom will be excited.”
“I doubt that,” Kyra muttered.
“As far as your question,” Donovan said, “I don’t try to justify my beliefs. I just pray and ask God to forgive me.”
“You ask Him to forgive you for not agreeing with Him?”
Donovan snickered. “Not exactly, but, yeah, I guess so. Sometimes.”
“And that works?”
Donovan put down his spatula and went to the counter where Kyra was standing. “It works because God knows me better than anyone,” he said. “He knows I love Jesus, and he knows I love you, too.”