Solid ||Bryson Tiller||

Fifteen

Bryson's POV

I woke up to the sound of my 30-inch flat screen. I opened one eye to see Keona laying at the end of the bed, watching Bad Girls Club. I smacked her on her ass to get her attention. She made an sss sound and looked at me.

"Morning, "I smirked.

"Hey." She took a quick glance at me then looked back at the TV.

I threw the sheets off of me and ran my hands across my face, fully awaking myself. I swung my legs around.

"My therapist coming. He supposed to be on his way now. And I'm taking you out today, so I need you to get dressed." I said looking over my shoulder at her.

"Taking me where?" she asked.

"Don't ask questions, just know I'm taking you out." I stood up and grabbed my crunches that leaned against the wall. "Ima go shower. You go to the crib and get your clothes and shit."

She got out of bed, "My car is at Que's house. Can I use yours?"

"Yeah, go ahead. Hurry up." She smiled and gave me a hug.

"I'm gon change your bandages before you shower." She said, going into the bathroom, coming back out with bandages, peroxide, and cotton balls. I sucked my teeth and sat back down on the bed and she pulled back my bandages, cleaning my wounds. I gave her a quick peck on her lips.

"My keys on the wall by the front door. Hurry up and get back here." I said.

"Don't rush me, little boy." She stook her tongue out and put her sandals on.

"Little boy?" I raised an eyebrow.

She giggled and patted her weave.

"I'm a little boy, Keona?" I repeated.

"Mhm." She said.

"You crazy as hell." I chuckled. "You wanna see this dick?" I teased.

"Unt unt." She bit down on her lip. Ha. I done turned her out. That pussy is mine.

"Ya mouth say no, but ya body says yes." I smirked pulling down my pants, letting my dick hang for her to see.

"Bryson, no!" she covered her face and turned away.

"You know you wanna look." I said. "Just look."

"No! You nasty." She said.

I laughed and limped over to her. I stood in front of her and removed her hands from her face. She kept her eyes shut tight, but when I wrapped her hand around my thick dick, she gasped. She opened her eyes and I had a sly smirk across my face. "But I'm a little boy, Keona? Look at it." She looked down at it and looked up at me. "It's your turn to return the favor, Keona..." he hand remained on my dick, and I helped guide her, stroking me. "Don't be scared."

"I-I don't know how to suck dick." She confessed.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you." I leaned against the wall. "It's simple, ma. All you do is put my dick in yo mouth and suck it."

"Okay..." was all she could say.

Keona's POV

Bryson was packing and putting him in my mouth was scary to me. He was so big. I immediately thought about the night before when he gave me head and fingered me. My whole lower area got hot. I never felt like this about a boy, sexually. Just looking at Bryson, got me aroused. His smooth, deep voice, to his firm, fit body. As Bryson leaned against the wall, I stared at him, really debating if I should do this. He grinned and pushed my hair behind my ears. I got down on my knees and stared at the monster that stared back at me. I held it in my hand and licked around the tip slowly. I honestly didn't know what I was doing. I was just doing what I see on porn videos. I continued to lick around the tip, almost like a lollipop. I began to get comfortable and put his dick in my mouth, sucking and swirling. Going faster and deeper. Bryson loved it. I was even enjoying it. When I placed all of him inside my warm mouth, I thought Bryson was going to collapse in a heap.

"Damn, Keona. You do that shit too good," he exclaimed as his eyes rolled to the back of his head like he going into convulsions.

"Who's your girl?" I asked, momentarily pausing to look up at him. I needed to hear him say it.

"Don't stop now! Put it back in. I was almost there. Put it back in." he moaned, trying to place his stiff, massive organ back in the comfort, wetness, and warmth of my eager, accommodating mouth.

"Not until you answer my question." I stated, shyly looking up at him.

"Damn, Keona, you can't tease a nigga like this," he exclaimed, pushing my hair out of my flushed face. Unsuccessfully, he tried to force my head back down with his other hand.

"Who's your girl?"

I took the opportunity to suck down on his tip. Not too hard, but with enough pressure to cause him to involuntarily shudder and close his eyes. As I was squatted on the floor with my open, bent legs, Bryson manually stimulated me and squeezed my breasts through my shirt. My wetness was all over his fingers. I think I was addicted to his dick; it was beautiful, just like him, and I could suck for hours.

"You know you my girl. From the first day I saw you, I knew you were my girl." He exclaimed, rubbing some more on my spot.

I felt my knees getting weak.

I let out a slow, sensual moan, closed my eyes and bit down on my bottom lip. "Yeah, right there." I opened my legs wider, granting Bryson full access.

He reached to push my head back down, and I searched his face for the truth. I didn't want him to tell what he thought I wanted to hear.

"Come on, baby. Work my dick. Suck that lollipop."

"Hmm, you taste sweet." I cooed, licking my lips.

"I just knew you was gon be my girl when you bumped me at the club."

Bryson had told me all I needed to hear. His words were music to my soul. I went to work, harder and faster than ever. How many licks does it take to get to the center of the tootsie roll pop? Slurping, wet sounds echoed through the stillness of the movement. Bryson was turned on by the sensual, raw sounds and smells our lovemaking.

"Ohh yeah! That's it! Damn!" he screamed out in ecstasy as I moved just in time before he spewed all over me. With his eyes still closed and a big smile on his face, Bryson collapsed on the bed, pulled me to him, and caressed my hair and face over and over.

"You did good. Go get a warm washcloth for your man." he said smacking me on my ass twice.

I stared at him from my spot on the floor. Good? I thought he'd enjoy that. I knew he did.

"Go on, baby. Hurry up. My therapist coming." He demanded, bending down and taking one of my nipples in his mouth like he possessed it and absently playing between my legs. "I'm ready to eat some honey bc your pussy tastes sweet."

I quickly jumped up to retrieve a towel bc I knew what was in store for me. My kitty twitched. He had turned me out, inside and out.

After that I grabbed Bryson's keys and headed straight for his car, but something stopped me. A person.

"Is Major home?" the person asked with a black mask on. A male. Sounded familiar.

Oh shit. I backed up trying to run back to the house, but the person grabbed me.

"Major!" I screamed as I swung at the dude. I kicked and screamed, fighting for my life.

As I put on a fight, the dude must've got fed up and knocked me clean out.

Third Person's POV

Bryson was just about to get into the shower, until her heard his name being called. He knew it was Keona. He quickly limped outside to seeing Keona being thrown in the back of a black Prius. What the hell, he thought. This can't be happening to me when I'm in this condition. Bryson took out his caliber and started to shoot at the car tires to slow them down, but they got away. The only thing he got was the tag number: 879BK31