The Price ࿊f Peace

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Somewhere in Oakland
⚠️ this is just pure smut right here. I got carried away, so if you not into it... might wanna skip this one. And no she won't get pregnant. Birth control shot.

Syara rolled over, her face immediately meeting fresh, warm sheets. She snuggled deeper into the sheets for the few seconds she could before she was pulled backwards by her waist, and an arm found its way around her neck.

The arm tightened around her throat, keeping her in place, tight to his chest. "Where you goin'? He rumbled in her ear.

Syara subconsciously arched her back into him, brushing against his hard morning wood. Her eyes slowly began to blink open at the sound of a choked groan in her ear.

Elijah breathed heavily into her ear, clutching so tightly that he was close to cutting off her oxygen.

Once he'd calmed down, he released his hold on her a little, turning his head to the alarm clock on his left nightstand table behind him.

Syara groggily cracked her eye open in the dark room. She was wearing new clothes, and they weren't hers. Heavy arms were holding onto her. Her legs were sore. More sore than before. Her wrist hurt like hell. And her left ass cheek extremely tender, if not bruised.

"Papa?" She mumbled the new nickname, testing it on her tongue.

She heard an inhale from behind her as well as felt a chest fill up and deflate on her back. "Wassup, fat ma?"

Oh.

So it wasn't an extremely detailed, extremely erotic dream. She really had sex. Like really had sex.

Syara had been grown before that night, but she wouldn't lie and say she didn't feel a little more grown than before. All the shit she would hear about from Kisses, Lucky, and the homies was.. real.

Somewhat, at least.

She had heard mostly good things from Kisses and Lucky, but sometimes, she would hear things that were extremely outlandish.

Elijah made her cum first (multiple times), he cared about her when he was fucking her, he was rough, but not too rough, his appendage was definitely adequate, and he cleaned her up afterward.

Syara knew it would probably be a process, but she really wanted to allow herself to fall in love with him. She could already feel herself liking him too much.

But, he liked her too.

He made her feel special. Like really special. 

All of the things she knew she was worth, he was providing without hesitation. And she wanted to do the same for him.

Syara turned over in his arms with minimal struggle, hooking a leg around his hip, and wrapping her arms around the back of his neck.

She had a goofy smile on her face as she looked down at him. He peeked an eye open, a sleepy smile crossing his features.

Syara began rubbing his chin, running her fingers over the stubbled skin. Her eyes began to darken a little and her breathing became slower.

"You so handsome, papa." She told him genuinely, mapping every feature he had on his face.

She leaned up a little to press a kiss on his nose and one on his cheek.

She watched as he looked into her eyes, seeing only her. Her eyes, her nose, her lips, her smile. Her beautiful face.

"Why you lookin' at me like that?" She asked softly as he licked his lips. He looked like he wanted to eat her.

"Hold on." Elijah gently removed her leg from around his waist. "Take these off."