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Rhyelle walked over to the leggings and fruit snacks, snatching them up before holding the box of fruit snacks toward her mother for her to open. “Mine,” she said, not really leaving the statement open for question or debate.
Rhyot crouched down, staring Rhyelle dead in her big, brown eyes. “Yeah, baby girl, it’s all yours, whatever you want.” Rhyot then stood, taking the box from her and opening it. After he opened one of the pouches, he handed it to her.
That tough front Nyelle tried to put up cracked and she was cheesing, unable to contain her excitement. Rhy wasn’t the best with children but she could tell he was trying. That’s all she could ask for.
She shook her head before she mumbled, “Mhm, spoilin’ her already…” But her voice wasn’t hard anymore.
Rhyot took a seat on the couch before staring at Rhyelle as she focused on eating her fruit snacks then turning his gaze on Nyelle who already had eyes on him.
“Told you, Boogs, I got y’all. I mean that,” he stated with sincerity in his eyes. The look in her eyes was one he couldn’t really read. She looked as if she wanted to cry but quickly pulled it together.
“Next time, don’t buy my daughter no ugly ass leggings,” she muttered, but she didn’t move to take the leggings from Rhyelle either.
Rhyot just chuckled as his heart swelled. He was proud of making Lil Rhy and Ny’s day, even though the day started with him almost burning the kitchen down. The smiles that both girls wore made up for the mishaps that happened this morning and he honestly knew in his heart it was all good.
Chapter
Six
Rhy saton the couch in Ny’s apartment. He had made himself comfortable the past couple days and only left to grab clothes from his crib or food from the hood’s favorite food lady, Miss Delanie. Her fried catfish, baked mac and cheese, candied yams, and collard greens with smoked turkey were Rhyot’s go to meal Even Lil Rhy, who he now knew was picky with food, loved Miss Delanie’s meals as well. Ny had never been big on cooking for as long as he could remember. Though Rhyot had never really been around kids, he found himself constantly concerned and going above and beyond to make sure Lil Rhy was straight.
Tonight the three of them were in the living room watching a movie Rhyelle had picked out and of course she was the first one to fall asleep in Nyelle’s arms.
“She asleep?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Rhyot slowly nodded as his eyes moved from his phone screen to the baby then her.
Ny stood with Rhyelle in her arms and walked out of the living room to place Rhyelle in her bedroom. He wanted to see how deep and how far he, Ny, and Rhyelle could go but he wasn’t sure if she felt the same. They hadn’t spoken about the kissthey shared the other night but the tension from that night still lingered. To be honest, he wanted her in the worst way.
He watched as she made her way back to the sofa and stood in front of him, her fat ass pussy print poking in her biker booty shorts.
Her little ass must not know I’ll make her sit on this dick.
Rhy raked his teeth over his bottom lip while his eyes traced her entire body until eventually his eyes connected with hers. The look on her face caused him to pull his mouth into a smirk. “Why you standing over there looking like a nigga gon’ bite you or some shit?”
“You probably will,” Nyelle stated in a half-joking manner.
“Only if you let me.” Rhyot needed to let her know he wasn’t fucking around. He was tired of playing games. Nyelle quickly sucked her teeth, preparing to walk away, when he grabbed her waist and slid her onto his lap.
The smell of vanilla and sandalwood made him go wild. He loved the way she smelled soft but alluring. Her hair was wrapped up in a top knot and she wore no makeup. It was literally his favorite way of seeing her.
Her breathing hitched as Rhyot methodically began placing soft pecks on her jawline, neck, and breasts. “Rhyot—” she whimpered as her fingers ran through his locs, massaging his scalp
Rhyot placed his index finger over her lips, silencing her before she could get started. “Whatever you’re about to say… Save that shit.” He wrapped his right hand around her neck and slid his tongue down her throat.
She used the momentum and began to rock back and forth across his manhood, a small moan escaping her lips. Rhy took this as a green light. His hands roamed her body freely; he was tired of holding back. There was a fire inside of him that only she could put out.
He took his time freeing her breasts from her fitted cami. Once they were free, he slipped one of her soft nipples into his mouth, latching on as his hand toyed with the other.
“Ah fuckkk!” she hissed, careful not to be too loud in fear of waking her sleeping daughter. She tossed her head back as her body sank deeper onto his. He had her where he wanted her, under his control. He wanted her mind, body, heart, and spirit. Rhy lifted Nyelle and lay her body on the couch delicately, as if he were going to break her if he was too rough.
His fingers plucked and pinched, causing her to moan out in pleasure as he switched from one nipple to the other. “You don’t know how bad I’ve been wanting this, Boogs,” he admitted as he kissed her collarbone, neck, and lips. Grabbing the waistband of her shorts, he slid them off in a swift motion and threw them across the room. His fingers found their way toward her center, making her back arch.
“Uhhhhhh,” she cried out as Rhyot slung one of her legs over his shoulder, giving him better access. He slipped one finger then two inside of her and pussy was wet as fuck already. The way her pussy damn near vise gripped his fingers had him ready to slide his dick all up in her.
“Shit, ma,” he growled as she began rotating her hips. Ny first wound her hips in a circular motion slowly then sped up the pace. “Keep going, Nyelle, just like that,” he coached as he leaned down, getting eye level with his new obsession. Her clit stared at him, the smell of her essence teased him. He had to taste her; he craved it. Rhyot’s lips connected with Nyelle’s pearl.
Rhy wasn’t new to eating pussy but he definitely didn’t make it a habit of putting his lips on just anybody. Rhyot thought Nyelle tasted like the most rare fruit. He couldn’t get enough of how juicy she was.
“Rhyot, oh my god, I’m about to cum,” she cried out as she was overcome by a body shaking orgasm.
