True Confessions. Electa Rome Parks

his shaft and with each flick reached farther and farther out. When I placed all of him inside my warm mouth, I thought Drake was going to collapse in a heap in the middle of the floor.

      “Damn, Kennedy. You do that shit too good,” he exclaimed as his eyes rolled back in his head like he was going into convulsions.

      “Who do you love?” I asked, momentarily pausing to look up at him. I needed to hear him say it, again.

      “Don’t stop now. Put it back in. I was almost there. Put it in,” Drake moaned, trying to place his stiff, massive organ back in the comfort and warmth of my eager, accommodating mouth.

      “No, not until you answer my question,” I stated, shyly looking up at him from beside the sofa in my living room.

      “Damn, Kennedy, you can’t tease a man like this,” he exclaimed, pushing my long hair back out of my flushed face. Unsuccessfully, he tried to force my head back down with his other hand.

      “Who do you love?” I asked determinedly.

      I took the opportunity to suck down on his tip, just like he had taught me. Not too hard, but with enough pressure to cause him to involuntarily shudder and close his eyes. Drake had patiently and expertly instructed me on everything he liked me to do to him in bed. The things I didn’t care for, I did them anyway. Just to please him. Cosmopolitan magazine articles revealed that what you wouldn’t do for your man, another woman would. Women should learn to be accommodating in the bedroom. I went above and beyond for Drake.

      Tonight was costume night. Sometimes Drake and I played these games where I’d dress up in costumes and live out his fantasies. It kept the sex exciting and interesting, is what Drake said. I had no complaints. Tonight, I had on this red and blue cheerleading outfit minus the panties and bra. I even sported long socks and tennis shoes to complete the look.

      As I squatted on the floor with my open, bent legs, Drake manually stimulated me and squeezed my breasts through the fabric while I pleased him. 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 him for hours.

      “Kennedy, baby. You know I love you. From the first day I saw you, I’ve loved you,” 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 even wider, granting Drake full access.

      He reached to push my head back down, and I searched his face for the truth. I knew Drake sometimes told me what he thought I wanted to hear. His confessions, sometimes, didn’t hold an ounce of truth.

      “Come on, baby. Work my dick. Do it like I taught you. Suck that lollipop.”

      “Hmmm, you taste sweet,” I cooed, licking my lips.

      “It was love at first sight when you walked through my door. I knew you were the one.”

      Drake had told me all I needed to hear. His words were music to my soul. I went to work, harder and faster than before. How many licks does it take to get to the center of the Tootsie Roll Pop? Slurping, wet sounds echoed throughout the stillness of the moment. We never made love with any background music or noise. Drake was turned on by the sensual, raw sounds and smells of our lovemaking.

      “Oh, yeah. That’s it. That’s my girl. Damn,” he screa-med 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 gorgeous face, Drake collapsed against my sofa, pulled me to him, and caressed my hair and face over and over. He loved to run his hands through my wavy locks. Drake despised when I wore my hair pulled up in a ponytail, and he expected me to take it down when I was with him. I obliged. I was always accommodating.

      “You’re getting better. Go get a warm washcloth for your man,” he said, pulling up my skirt and smacking me on the ass two times, leaving a light red mark.

      I stared at him from my spot on the floor. Getting better? I thought he’d enjoyed that. I knew he did. I was on point with all he had taught me. I made a mental note to do better the next time. I had finally gotten my gag reflex under control. Maybe next time I’d surprise him by swallowing.

      “Go on, baby. Hurry up,” he demanded, bending down from the sofa and taking one of my throbbing nipples in his mouth like he possessed it, and absently playing between my quivering legs. “I’m ready to eat some honey because your pussy always tastes like some.”

      I quickly jumped up to retrieve a towel because I knew what was in store for me. My kitty twitched. Twitched again. Drake was off the chain when it came to sexing me. He had turned me out; inside and out.

      In my daze, I glanced around and surveyed my surroundings. In my bed, safe and sound in my tiny apartment. The ringing telephone woke me from my flashback of events that had transpired several months earlier, during happier times. The tingling between my legs was present day and very real. My coochie was having some serious dick withdrawals and feeling like an addict, craving a piece of Drake. However, that would happen only over my dead body.

      Chapter 6

      “Hello…Kennedy is not available to come to the phone right now. She’s sleeping…No, I will not wake her up. I don’t care who this is…What? Drake, why don’t you leave my daughter alone? It’s obvious you aren’t good for her. You don’t care about my daughter and you never have…Well, Kennedy will always be my little girl…I’ve already told you. Good-bye, Drake. Don’t call here again.”

      I didn’t even realize another day had shown its face until I awoke to Mother screaming. Well, not exactly screaming, but speaking in an extremely high, agitated voice to someone on the phone. When I realized it was Drake, I became fully alert and awake as my heart did a tap dance and pitter-patter before flip-flopping a couple of times.

      I wanted to speak with him, but then on the other hand, I feared what he’d say to me and how I’d react. Being with Drake had always been a contradiction to my emotions. He took me, like no other, to extreme highs or devastating lows.

      “Mother. Please come here,” I screamed loud enough for her to hear me in the living room.

      “Yes, baby?” she asked, slowly walking back into my room with a puzzled, worried expression on her face.

      “Who was that on the phone? I heard you talking to someone.”

      “Oh, no one baby. It was a wrong number.”

      We stared at each other, eyeball to eyeball, for a few seconds. Both of us recognized the lie in her words and gestures. The untruth clung to the air like stale cigar smoke.

      “Oh, I see. Why don’t you put the phone back in my room today? I’m feeling much stronger.”

      “No, you don’t need that annoyance. I can answer your calls for a few more days. You need to rest.”

      “Mother, it’s not like my friends are blowing up my phone line.”

      “Well, for now, let me answer it. Let your mother do for you. Honestly, I don’t mind,” she stated, smoothing the comforter on my bed with her hand.

      “Okay, if it’ll make you feel better,” I stated reluctantly.

      “It will. Oh, before I forget, Taylor called you last night.”

      “Did she? Where was I?”

      “Knocked out. I didn’t have the heart to wake you. You were sleeping so peacefully after dinner.”

      “I guess I was more tired than I realized.”

      “Your doctor said it would be a few days until your strength returned.”

      “Was there a message?”

      “No, she said she’d try back later.”

      “Okay.”

      “Anyway, I was just going to wake you, so I’m glad you’re