Daddy's Little Girl

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(Paris:)

“You gon eat that?” Bobby asked me, picking popcorn shrimp off of my hospital lunch tray.

I scrunched up my face and looked at him, “No, why?”

He smacked his teeth and looked at me like I was one crazy bitch. “Cuh I’m gon eat it, the fuck kinda question was that?”

I had been in the hospital for two weeks and three days.

Camilla and Grapez left me with scars, scratches, and many, many stitches.

The only person who had came into my hospital room daily was Bobby. He seemed like he was the only one still here for me after all the bullshit, even knowing about me possibly being HIV positive. I was tested, and my results are coming back today. I still had to be in the hospital for another three weeks, but I couldn’t wait to get out.

I was still weak, and every part of me was filled with excruciating pain. It was so bad that I had to get intensive care every afternoon from 12p.m. to 2p.m. I had to go to the gym, lift weights, and learn how to get to walking again, considering either Camilla or Grapez broke my left leg. I also was midway deaf in my left ear, but my hearing was getting better and coming up.

I had already told myself that whenever I get out of here, I was going to put myself into a solitary confinement or rehab. HIV or not. I needed time to myself. Only myself, where no one would disturb me. If I made it out alive, I’d move back to New York and make it as if I was never famous. Or ever brought up in the news. I didn’t want any of this anymore. My life was already over.

“Well, you bought me some Tutti Frutti, so nah.” I said, scooping yogurt into my mouth and allowing it to soothe every crease and corner. I couldn’t chew any food yet. I had just got off tube feeding, and I was happy. The food they were feeding me thru the tube was disgusting.

Bobby smacked his teeth as he leaned back in the chair beside my bed and watched TV. “Shut yo ass up, always tryna get smart with somebody. That’s why you got HIV, nah.” Now that I could possibly have the disease, Bobby’s jokes were increasing. His ugly ass had to put that in some of everything he said, but I wasn’t trippin. Until I get my results back, I won’t be trippin.

I rolled my eyes. “Fuck you.”

Bobby chuckled, then started choking on a shrimp, but he still had to get what he wanted to say out. “Hell nah, that’s what you told ole boy the first time, nah look what you got.”

I took my spoon out of my cup and threw it at him, getting chocolate yogurt on his shirt but his goofy ass continued to laugh. He was laughing so hard no noise came out and he clutched his chest for air. Looking at him from the corner of my eye, I smacked my teeth and put my yogurt on the bedside table as I turned my back on him and closed my eyes.

He took a deep breath to catch some air, then began laughing again. “I was just playin witcho ass, Paris.” Since I wasn’t facing him, I didn’t know he even got up until I felt his hands rubbing my legs up and down, and a kiss on my cheek. “You betta say something cuh I’m the only nigga who gon even wanna kiss yo ass nah, just saying.”

Rolling my eyes, I didn’t even say anything afterwards before I felt him kiss my cheek again. “You know I was playing, Paris. Talk to me, bruh.”

I looked at him as I turned my body towards his. My body still ached every time I moved, but I had to endure the pain to get better. “Them jokes are getting old, Bobby. They ain’t even funny no more and you really lookin stupid cuh you don’t even know if I got it or not.” I said, seriously. Usually I would just laugh along with him, but I was tired of him and I wanted to be left alone. I wasn’t in the mood to laugh.

He laughed again and tried to touch me, but I jerked my body so he wouldn’t. “Stop fuckin playing, Paris.”

Taking a deep breath, I sighed. “Ain’t nobody playing with you, Bobby. You getting on my nerves and I don’t even think I wanna fuck with you no more, so just go.” It came out as a grumble, but I didn’t mean it. I was just caught up in the moment.

He looked at me, and I watched as he frowned and his eyes saddened. I slowly closed my eyes to keep me from looking at him, and his phone rang, breaking the awkward silence. I opened my eyes to see him taking his phone out his pocket and answering it. “Hello?... what you doin, bae?... aight, I’m finna come pick you up.. yeah, bye Tiffany.” He turned off his phone and looked down at me. “I gotta go.”

The sadness in his voice had me rolling my eyes. Bobby was such a cheerful ass person, and when he got sad, it was the saddest shit ever. Like whenever Pookie was sad. I sat up in the bed, trying hard not to let pain shoot thru my body but I failed successfully. I stretched out my arms for a hug and Bobby accepted it. “I love you, Bobby.”

Smacking his teeth, he let me go but still played in my hair. “After you dun snapped on me? Ole okay.”

Laughing, I pulled him down on me and into another hug. “You know I love you no matter what. It’s part of my job to snap on yo stupid ass anyway. We been thru alot fa you to get mad at me over some bullshit, though. I just wanna be by myself right now.”

He nodded, pulling off of me again. “I hear you, Paris,” Kissing my forehead, he turned to leave. “Love you too, and I’ma come back roun 9, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” I said, waving him off and laying back down on the bed. Bobby smacked his teeth, “Aight, keep sayin that shit. I’ma whoop yo ass when I get back.” He left the room, making me let out a small giggle.

I loved that stupid, black ass nigga. He was the only muhfucka who didn’t up and quit fuckin with me when he found out about me being positive. That’s why I always had him around, and that’s why I always needed him around.

Turning around, I laid my body flat on the bed as I pulled the covers up to my neck and turned the TV onto the news. I let out a small laugh to myself, knowing that the news was the reason I was in this hospital bed right now. The main news wasn’t poppin, so I turned the television on video and chose the recording of the day I was in the news.

I looked at the video and paid attention to the black woman in her mid-twenties who had short, brown hair and a big ass mouth. She was speaking to a man, a sexy ass white man who was very built and in his twenties, also.

‘So, it’s reportedly so that Queen V of music videos, for her unique dancing that isn’t like any one elses, Paris Hendrix has HIV. Can you tell me anymore of the story?” The woman named Dora spoke to the man, whose name was Andrew.

He shuffled his papers on his desk, and gave her a cocked smile. He looked at her, and she blushed. I watched the rerun to this tape over ten times and the attraction between them was merely impossible to miss. “Yes, I can, Ms. Willis. Brace yourself... hiphop/rap music video producer, Rios Smith, and also the ex-boyfriend of Ms. Hendrix, turned himself and her in! After finding out he was HIV positive, he told reporters that he gave the disease to Ms. Hendrix, and there’s no tellin who she’s given it to. It’s spreading like a wild flower.”

Dora shook her head, “It was rumored that Ms. Hendrix cut it off with Mr. Smith when she caught him cheating. Why would he stoop so slow in ending her career like that?”

Andrew shuffled his papers again, and an annoying smirk appeared onto his face. “It’s out of jealousy. Ms. Hendrix did extremely well with him on her side, and he wasn’t liking that. He waited until the best time, when her career was soaring, before he told everyone of what she had. He wanted to be in the spotlight, either with her or without her, and with her proclaiming everything, he can’t get anything.’

I didn’t care about my career soaring, I cared about my body and health more than that. I know I wouldn’t have given him the time of day, or even meet up with him anywhere, but Rios had the right to tell me personally, not to the media. That’s got to be the most childish shit I’ve ever seen, even heard, of a twenty-four year old man doing. I was only twenty-one for God’s sake. I didn’t know better. I was just tryna make it to the spotlight, and HIV is what I get because of it.

I had been thru so much shit a woman my age shouldn’t be going thru. They should be in college, or even graduating. I had graduated college earlier than most people do, so I had more time to live my life. I took the pharse ‘live your life’ too far, and now I possibly got a disease and possibly gave it to someone else. If I had never been a ‘hoe’ and threw my pussy out to anyone who would catch it, a good man wouldn’t have to go thru what I have. His life shouldn’t be ending quickly because of me.

If I get a chance to see Gq again, I would let him do what he wants with my body. Bruise it, batter it, stab it, I don’t give a fuck anymore. If I was in his position, I would beat my ass so bad. But, he probably won’t do anything to me, considering he doesn’t hit women. He’ll probably give me the worst look known to mankind, a look that’ll make me cry instantly. I didn’t want him to hate me for the rest of my life, and I would have never expected us to get to a point like this, but here we are.

If I knew he was such a good nigga, I wouldn’t have even started fucking with him. He had feelings, and he been thru shit in his life. I broke him down, and I hurt him. That wasn’t something I planned on doing in the relationship we had. I thought it would be vice versa. It was hard for me to even get use to a nigga like Gq. With him, I didn’t have to worry bout sneak bitches because no matter how hard they pressed themselves onto him, his eyes will stay on me. He had a big ass heart, and he tried to give his all to me, but I ruined it. Just like I ruin everything.

I ruined a relationship with my Maurice for Rios. I ruined my relationship with my mother for Rios. I ruined a relationship with my bestfriend, Cookie, for Camilla. And, where are Rios and Camilla now? Probably fucking somewhere. I wanted my life to move quickly, with my perfect boyfriend and true bestfriend. Little did I know that everything would be crashing down, and everybody I once had was gone.

All I had now was Bobby. Bobby loved me no matter what. Even though we would never get to the relationship type ‘love’, he was gon be around forever. I had helped him build his way up to where he is now, and he vowed to himself and me that he’ll never go nowhere. No matter if I truly had HIV, an STD, herpes, mengintitis, fungus, shit a cold sore, he was going to be right beside me. He hasn’t given me a reason not to believe him, so I give him my all. I tell him everything. I was so lucky that I found him.

That’s the only thing that Rios was good for: helping me find people who was going to make a positive impact on my life. Bobby gave me a laugh whenever I needed it, or whenever I was depressed. He was there for me always, for anything. He cared about me and was protective of me, and he reminded me of my father somewhat.

Rios also gave me Gq. If I hadn’t met Rios, I couldn’t have came to his party.. shit, I wouldn’t even know who he is. I met Gq at his birthday party, where I found out about his awkward ass. He gave me his card, and even though he looked good as hell, I doubted highly I was going to need to use the card, or the number on it. The next time, he appeared at my first video shoot. We said a simple hey and bye, then that was it. I hadn’t fucked with him until I tried to kill Rios, and since he had a fond liking for me, he took me under his wing and gave me a job on his set. I didn’t wanna fuck with him like that, but one thing led to another, now both of us possibly has HIV.

A couple months ago, I would have said, ‘If I could reverse time, I wouldn’t change anything.’ Now, I would change everything. From the moment my father was dragged out the centerplex, to now. I would change every single flaw in my life or anything that was going to lead to a major flaw. If I could, I would. I just wish God could give everyone a reset button to only use once. I would press it so quickly, I wouldn’t have any time to even think about what I was doing.

‘Even though she has the disease, she’s still a stunning, beautiful young lady who just had to grow up fast. She didn’t know what she was doing, messing with a man years older than her. She just thought she knew what love was.” Dora had told Andrew, who was nodding away.

“I agree. The good thing about it is that she hasn’t even been tested yet, so it’s just a possibility. I hope it comes back negative because she deserves to live the rest of her life without it.” Andrew spoke, and then a paprazzi photo of me was posted on the screen. I was walking out the mall with black leather tights on and black heels, with some bags in my hand. I had a giant smile on my face, and that brought a frown to my face. I didn’t even think it was possible for me to get that happy again.

“It’s also to have said that Mr. Smith got the disease from Paris’ bestfriend, but I think it’s just a rumor. A friend, a bestfriend at that, couldn’t go that far in giving her friend her disease.” Dora told Andrew, who never took his eyes off of her. I laughed; a white man’s weakness was a black woman.

He cleared his throat. “Uh, yes, but woman don’t care who they sleep with nowadays.” He fixed his gaze back on the papers that was on the desk.

She kept her poker face on, not letting Andrew’s sexual glares decieve her. She had a ring on her finger, so she wasn’t losing her marriage no matter how fine the man was. “If it’s true, that’s got to be the worst-’

A knock on my door interrupted my concentration on the news. I groaned loudly and rolled my eyes before my door opened and my nurse poked her head in. “Ms. Hendrix, you have a visitor.”

Grabbing the remote, I turned the volume up on the TV. “Tell Bobby just to call me. I’m not in the mood for him visiting again.” I simply told her, not even looking her way. Bobby said he was coming back at 9 at night, so why the fuck he here at 3?

She put half her body in the room, “Ms. Hendrix, it’s not Bobby.” That had me raising my eyebrows because nobody else came to see me but Bobby, and I didn’t wanna see nobody but Bobby.

I rolled my eyes and groaned again, “Tell them to come back later, Mrs. Heath.” She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it quickly and exited the room, closing the door behind her.

I exhaled a breath, and continued what I was doing.

‘I think Ms. Hendrix should have had a background check ran on Mr. Smith. It was said that everyone told her he was bad news, but she didn’t wanna listen. She should have saw it herself before she got herself involved with him.” Andrew told Dora as another picture of me popped up on the screen. It was a regular picture of me from my instagram, smiling.

“I don’t think that’s neccessary. She should have just listened to what others were telling her, but I don’t blame her. Actions speak louder than words.” Dora spoke. I nodded my head.

“Well, if she-’

My hospital door slowly creaked open again and I groaned loudly. I wasn’t in the mood to play no games with nobody, but whoever it is was. I couldn’t see who it was.

I slowly, but surely, sat up in my bed, pain creeping thru my body. I reached across my bed to press the red ‘call’ button so they could get whoever it was out of here, but before I could, the person came into view. It seemed as all my bones had disappeared because my jaw slightly dropped and my arm became limp.

His black dress shoes clacked against the hard, tiled floor as he walked in. He wore black slacks with a Fendi belt and a white polo, button down shirt with a black horse on it. One of his hands were in his pockets, and the other one held a big bouqut of flowers. He chewed on his bottom lip on the corner, and all I could do was sit at my bed and stare. 

He looked up at the TV and finally spoke, “Why the fuck you watching this bullshit? I dun seen this bitch bout a hunnid damn times. It’s annoying as fuck, yo stupid ass must don’t see how det man lookin at her?” Without even having to reach, he cut off the TV. I was still in a daze that he was here. I don’t know why, but I was.

My mouth quivered to say something, but I didn’t know what to say. Nothing came out of my mouth, but I stayed staring at him. He laughed, walking towards the door to close it. “C’mon, Paris. You dun known my name fa over 13 years nah. Maurice. C’mon, you can say it.”

I would have laughed at that, but I didn’t even break a smile. I couldn’t. It was as if I was frozen, because I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do nothing. Just stare at him. Watch his every move. He smiled and shook his head, “Aight. Yeen gotta say it, but I brought you some flowers. Them bitches was expensive as fuck so you better appreciate them, too.” He went and put them on the table near the closed windows.

He turned back around and looked at me, lifting the arm of his shirt to see the time. “What time it is.. like 3:12-”

“Maurice.” Was all that eventually forced itself out of my mouth. I was out of my daze on how good he actually looked. Shit, he always looked good but he overdid himself today. He was gorgeous. All his beautiful hair was in a mess of curls around his head, and I had never seen them like that. It looked so good on him, as well as the way his high yellow skin complexion gleamed in the light and the way he smiled nonstop, exposing his beautiful set of teeth that I always loved. Always.

He smiled down at me and raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh shit, you speaking?”

A giant smile slowly crept on my face as I squealed. “Maurice! I missed you!” Even though the pain was unbearable, I stretched out my arms for Maurice to give me a hug.. but, he didn’t budge. He just shook his head and laughed. Walking towards the foot of my bed and leaving me dumbfounded, he looked at me.

Chuckling, he asked, “You missed me?”

I didn’t answer. Not because I didn’t know the answer, but because he was creepin me the fuck out. I’ve never seen him act like this and I wasn’t liking it at all. I didn’t know why, but the way he rejected my hug made tears burn the back of my eyes, but they left quickly. That was not the moment to let all my tears flow, just because he didn’t wanna give me no hug.

I sat there with my arms to my side, in silence. I looked down at my lap instead of at Maurice cuh I knew he was staring at me. I could see him thru my periphial vision. After not saying anything for a while, and the room was dead quiet, he yelled. “Answer my question!”

His sudden outburst caused me to jump. I looked up at him, but he had no type of emotion on his face. Like always. I nodded my head and bit the corner of my lip, afraid of what he’ll do or say next.

It’s either he got crazy or he lost his mind, because he started laughing. If he did some crazy shit again, I was gon press this red button for him to go. “You still lying, Paris.”

Yeah. He lost his damn mind. I scrunched up my face and looked at him like the crazy muhfucka he is. “I’m not lying. I did miss you, Maurice. I missed you so much.”

He placed both of his hands on the bottom of my bed and looked down, shaking his head. “No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did.” I told him, honestly. I missed Maurice so much it didn’t make no sense.

He lifted up his head and looked at me, “No, you didn’t Paris. You didn’t miss me whatsoever. You sitting right thea lookin at me is making you THINK you missed me, but in reality, you didn’t. If you missed me like you said you did, you wouldn’t duck my calls. You wouldn’t ignore me. I expressed my feelings to yo dumbass, and you just took them and left. I may be a tough ass nigga, but the way that you just up and left me that day had me expressin shit I ain’t even think I coulda felt. I saw the news, that shit you was just watchin, and after seeing that, I knew yo new nigga done with you. Probably every nigga done with you, or tryna get you. You can’t never see nothing good, even if it’s standing right in front of yo ass. You in this bitch with nobody to love you like I do, no nigga to kiss you goodnight, cuddle you when you finna sleep, none of that. You saying you miss me cuh you want me to be that nigga to fill that empty space, but I been tryin to get that space since forever. You can’t think I’ma wait fa you forever, though. Cuh, I’m not. I ain’t no rebound nigga, so don’t think I came bouncin back to yo ass.” He turned and put his hands in his pockets, making his way to the door.

I didn’t even try to hide the tears that ran down my face. I knew that all my tears were gonna come out for something, and this is what it is. Maurice being here, basically saying he doesn’t love me anymore. I was crying because everything that Maurice was saying was true. I had been avoiding his love ever since the day he told me he even had feelings for me. I didn’t know why I didn’t wanna be in a relationship with him, but I didn’t. Either because of his bipolar ways or because I knew him for too long to even be thinking to be his girlfriend. But, now that I sit here and watch him walk away, I realize that he was my king this whole while. He’d been with me thru thick and thin, and I sat here tryna find someone to replace him. He was right. Nobody was gonna love me like him. Not even Bobby. Nobody’s love could compare to the love he had for me, and I let that go. All this time that I thought I knew what love was, I didn’t. Maurice is what love is. Love is when you got someone by your side thru whatever, but in the situation I’m in, I think I might have just lost my chances in getting loved. And, I mean real love. True love.

All the mistakes I’ve made, this one has got to be the worst. It was worse than the possibility of me having this disease. I was losing Maurice. The one that everybody told me was gonna be with me thru any and everything. It’s worse because in my own dream with my father in it, he told me Maurice was gonna be the only man to really love me. I said okay, but I didn’t believe it, I thought that I could find another man that would love me, shit, better than how Maurice ‘loves’ me. But, now I see that that’s just a pigment of my imagination. It didn’t exist.

The blurriness of my eyes from my tears made it hard for me to see, but I kept my eyes fixed on Maurice. I would have yelled out to him, but it was too late. What did he want from me? I had nothing else to offer him. He should live his life like how I want Gq to. Both of them are perfect men who need someone better than me. I was useless.

Instead of hearing the creak of the door opening, I heard the thud of the lock locking the door. I put my hands to my eyes and wiped away my tears to see Maurice watching himself lock the door. “Even though you don’t deserve a nigga as good as me, I need you. I want you. I have to have you.” He turned around and made his way back to the foot of my bed.

More thicker tears began to cloud and pour out my eyes. I couldn’t contain them anymore. I didn’t even try. I watched Maurice, actually stared at him while he stared at me. “You’re the only woman I need, Paris. Nobody can replace you. No matter all the dumb shit you do, I won’t be able to get over you.” He put his hands on the bottom of my covers and slowly removed it off of my body, revealing me in only my hospital gown. Maurice climbed on the bed and opened my closed legs, positioning himself in between them and looking down at me as I looked up at him.

“I wake up every morning and pray to God you alright, and before I go to sleep I do the same. If anything happens to you, you don’t know how fast I’ll track down whoever did whatever to you and kill em. You know why I’ll do that, Paris? Because I love you. I love the fuck outda you, and I want you to know det. I ain’t talkin on no fake play shit, I’m talmbout forreal. We been thru way too much shit fa me to just up and let you go like that, you hear me? I ain’t the most perfect muhfucka, and I got things to work on.. but, I’m worth it. Whatever you want, I can get it. If you got beef with someone, I got beef with em, too. Paris, I’m yo ride or die. I’ll do anything you want, anything you ask. All I want you to do is love me like how I love you. Now, I’m gon ask you this one time,” He wiped the tears out my eyes, revealing his own tears that rolled down his face, “Do you love me like I love you?”

His tears dropped down and seeped into my hospital gown. I was crying so hard that I was panting. I was speechless, but I knew exactly what to say. There was no questioning or hesitation in the question he asked me. “I do. I love you so much. I’m so sorry. I love you, Maurice.” I couldn’t even look at him anymore, I was crying so hard. I closed my eyes, and the next thing I felt was his lips on mines.

Every single memory came back to me from when we shared our first kiss. We were at my house and I was having a sleepover with Cookie and Camilla. He came over for some pants, and they dared me to kiss him. He was eating pizza, so when I did, he tasted like pizza. Now, if it’s even possible, he tasted like love. And, I liked the taste.

He kissed me like I never felt a kiss before. He wasn’t like Rios, and he wasn’t like Gq. He wasn’t like anyone because he was himself. He was Maurice. The one and only. The one who loved me, the one who didn’t leave me, the one who I could finally and officially call mines.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him harder, as if I stopped, he would leave. But, at this moment, I knew he wouldn’t. He was here to stay, and I accepted that. I had been running away from him for too long and now that he’s caught me, he ain’t gon let me go. He was what my granny was talking about when she said love was on its way, and it’s coming soon. Maurice has always been the definition of what love is and I’ve always been too blind to see it.

Maurice moved his hand from the side of my face to the bottom of my gown. He spread my legs open wider and ran his finger along my wet lips. As good as the feeling felt, I had to stop him. I took my lips off of him and looked up at him while he looked down at me. “Stop, Maurice.” I said, slowly moving up to remove his hand. He moved it and looked down at me as he used his other hand to wipe my tears. “Why?”

I bit my bottom lip and let my tears fall freely. Looking up at the ceiling, my breathing began to quicken. I didn’t wanna say it, especially not to him, but I had to. “I know you saw the news. I might have HIV, and I get the results back today, but I have a strong feeling that they’ll come back positive.” Right there, my voice cracked and I busted out crying. All Maurice wanted was a perfect wife and a perfect family, but now with what I got, I can’t give it to him. I hated myself for doing all the bullshit I did, but every action comes with a reaction.

He shook his head and continuously wiped my tears away. He kissed my lips, then my jaw, and then down to my neck, mumbling, “Paris, stop crying.” He came back up and looked me in my eyes, “I don’t care. I told you I’m yo ride or die. I ain’t gon let det shit eat you up alive. If it’s gon kill you, then baby, it’s gon kill me, too.”

My eyes widened at what he was saying before he started unbuttoning the buttons on my gown. “Maurice, no. You don’t deserve it, please don’t. Stop.” I cried harder as I grabbed his hands to stop and plea with him.

He pulled his hands out of my grasp and leaned down to kiss me. “I know I don’t deserve it, but I told you. I want it. If you got it, I want it. Stop trying to stop me cuh I’m not gon stop. I love you so much that I’ma get it. Calm down and let me do this, Pair.” He was so serious in saying that, that all I could do was cry.

I didn’t understand him. He didn’t give a fuck about any other nigga I had in my life because he knew that one day, I was bound to become his. He didn’t care about what he’d have to do to get me.. he was gon get me. Now that he got me, he was gon do anything to keep me. That means riding together, getting sick together, and dying together. I didn’t know what love was, but I’m pretty sure this is a sign of real love. He loved me, and I’d be a fuckin idiot if I didn’t love him back.

He unbuttoned my whole gown and opened it, leaving me completely naked. He looked down at my body and I suddenly became insecure. I quickly covered up my chest with my forearm and my kitty with my hand. Closing my eyes, tears slowly fell down my cheeks.

Maurice snatched my arm away from my body before kissing the back of my ear and whispering. “Don’t do det.. It’s just me. Maurice. I ain’t gon judge you.”

I nodded my head while he kissed down my neck. I tilted my head to the side to give him more access as my fingers found there way thru his curls. He worked on the buttons on his shirt until he got to the bottom of it. He pulled it off, exposing his rock hard eight-pack. I could tell he’d been working out. He kissed each one of my nipples as he sat up, giving me room to feel his stomach.

Maurice took my hands off of him and put them to the side of my body. He put his hands on my knees, spreading my legs until I couldn’t spread them anymore. The ways he bent my body hurt me so bad from the soreness I still had, but I didn’t care. Nothing was going to ruin this moment.

He scooted back on the bed and bent down. In the position he was in, it seemed as if he was about to eat me out.. but, Maurice doesn’t eat. He put my thighs on his shoulders, and that’s when I knew he was about to. It shocked me to the point where when his tongue was about to touch me, I spoke. “Maurice-”

“Shutup.” He interrupted me before I felt his warm lips on my other lips. I could feel him smiling on me, and that’s what caused a smile to crease onto my face.

He took no time in licking up anything that was dripping. You could actually tell that he was new to it, but I wasn’t complaining. He dipped his tongue in and out of me and I bit my bottom lip so I wouldn’t moan. I didn’t think I had the right to moan, I was in the process of giving another good man a disease.

He stopped eating and looked up at me to see me biting my lip hard to not let anything slip out. Burying his face back into me and starting to flick his tongue faster and harder, he mumbled against me. “Let it out, relax.” And I did exactly as I was told. I moaned out loud and let out whimpers, cries, pleas, and pants. Even though he was a virgin at eating, he was doing great for his first time.

I arched my back, which was already in the air, and gripped onto the side of the bed. I hadn’t had any in almost a month so when his thumb started rubbing my cilt and his tongue moving faster, it was over with. 

I tried to hold in my nut, but another vibration from Maurice had me releasing. “Bust, Paris.” He said, and my legs started shaking then stiffened as my cream covered his face. He licked every crease my kitty held as he made slurping noises, turning me on again.

He put my body down as my chest rose and exhaled from the orgaasm high I had just came off of. I looked up to see Maurice taking his belt off of his pants. He took off his shoes, and then his pants, leaving him only in his boxers. His imprint had my heart beating and my kitty throbbing. I was afraid only because he looked bigger than both Rios and Gq. 

He walked over to the side of my bed and grabbed me by my legs, sitting me up on it. He stood in between them as his finger ran up and down my lips. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck while he sucked on my neck, whispering in my ear. “Whose is it?”

I let out small, low whimpers and held onto his hair while I grinded into his finger. I buried my face into his shoulder and gently bit it, trying to get rid of all the pleasure he was putting on me. My head quickly shot up when his finger left me and his lips were off of me. I pulled my head back to look at him, just to see him already looking at me. “Whose is it, Paris?”

“It’s yours..” I whispered, moving my hands down to the elastic on his plaid boxers. He removed my hand and pecked my neck. “Whose?”

“Maurice, it’s yours. Stop teasing me.” I moaned out, putting my arms back around his neck. The vibration on my neck made me realize he was laughing. “You want me to stop teasing you?” He asked, moving his hands from my hips to his boxers.

I was gon kill him for this later. “Yes..” I begged him, trying to move my groin closer to his pelvic area. Slipping his boxers down, I felt the tip of his partner on my lips. I refused to look down because only the tip of him felt bigger than Rios and Gq. “You still sore?” He asked me, and I nodded. “You need the exercise.” Before I could even think about what he meant, he was inside of me. 

Since he was bigger than what I could take, only half of him could fit inside of me. I tightened my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as I moaned out loud. He slowly pumped in and out of me, kissing my neck and tightening his grasp on my waist.

Maurice wasn’t trying to make love to me because of two reasons. There wasn’t a point in making love to me because he didn’t have to show me he loved me. I already knew it, these past years, all he’d ever shown me was love. The other reason is because he never made love. He didn’t know how. I knew Maurice like the back of my hand so when he told me I was the only woman, besides his mother, that he’s ever loved, I believed him. You can’t make love to someone you don’t love. You can’t even fake it.

Grunting, he whispered in my ear as I moaned in his. “After all these years I dun known you..” was all he said while he tried to put more than half of his size inside of me. I bit my bottom lip as he continued to put more & more in me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I unwrapped my arms from around his neck and gently pushed him off of me. “It hurts.”

He kissed me on my lips. “Don’t think about it. Think about us.” I did exactly what he said and in no time, his whole lower body was inside of me. Pulling out, he pushed himself back into me repeatedly before I felt my climax coming.

My kitty lips tightened around his partner, and right before I could climax, he pulled out of me. Pushing himself back into me, he made sure my arms and legs were securely around his body before he lifted me up with him still inside of me and laid down on the bed with me on top of him. 

He put his hands on my hips and looked up at me. Just looking at his face made me smile. I was so stupid for trying to find better love when he was the best I could get.

“You too sore to ride?” He asked me, and just being honest, I nodded. I was aching too much and I’d probably break my back if I tried. Smiling, he sat up and kissed me. “Go slow. I got you and.. I ain’t letting you go.” I bit down on my bottom lip and smiled at him as tears started coming down my eyes again. I hated that he had to see me crying my eyes out, but this was a moment I never dreamt of. It was a moment I’d never forget. “Gimme your hands.”

He intertwined his fingers with mine as I slowly picked myself up and sat back on him. I leaned down and kissed him, and made eye contact the whole time I rode him slowly. He mumbled against my lips, “Fuck..” He grunted out and threw his head backwards.

I kissed his neck and looked at him while he closed his eyes and bit his lip. Riding him slowly was the way I chose to make love to him since he couldn’t do the same to me. I wanted him to feel love. Feel my love. He deserved my love and only my love, nothing more like what it came with, but he wanted it. He wanted me.

He loosened one of his hands out of mines and traced it down my body to my kitty, and rubbed it while I bounced on him. He caressed me quickly, making my climax build up. My breathing started coming out in pants and I rode him a little quicker and harder.

Maurice slowed down his caressing, then took his hand off, making me look at his smirking face. He held my hips down so I wouldn’t get my nut in. I rolled my eyes at him, and in a swift movement, he picked me up and laid me down on the bed, keeping his whole partner deep into me. “Them eyes gon get you in trouble, Paris. Roll them muhfuckas again.” He said, looking down on me and intertwining his fingers with mines again. I rolled my eyes again and he smiled.

He pulled himself fully outta me and came down to kiss my lips, as he forcefully rammed himself into my abnormally sore kitty. Squealing, I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, arching my back and moaning. He grinded himself into me before pulling out and repeating the process.

After twenty minutes, he let me cum twice and I was now on my verge for another climax and the way he was slowing down, I knew he was finally about to cum. My lips tightened around his partner and I moaned against his lips, making them vibrate.

He gave me long, slow strokes, making me drip onto the sheets on the bed. Pulling his lips off of mines, he rubbed me and looked down at me. “I love you.” He grunted out as my legs began to shake and he took a deep stroke into me.

I arched my back up and curled my toes as I released and was being filled up at the same time. I had never had the feeling before but as long as it was with him, it felt good.

Maurice laid on top of me without pulling out. His muscle weight was crushing down on me, but I didn’t care. I loved Maurice so much that I could lay in this position with him for the rest of the time I’ve.. I mean, we’ve got to live.

When I heard his light snoring, I thought Maurice was just fake sleeping, but when I looked at his face, he was knocked the fuck out.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I buried my fingers deep into his hair. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed his temple.

“I love you, too,” I said, yawning and closing my eyes. “So much.”