Pointe of No Return: Giving You All I Got (9 page)

Demi removed the towel from her body. She hoped Papa picked up on the hint she was throwing his way. Her eyes screamed, “Love me!” and her insides were screaming to be touched by him. She stared at him in the corner of the room as he watched her. Demi didn’t know what was supposed to happen, this was her first time. She was doing too much thinking, but she was ready for Papa to come lay her down.

Papa turned the light off. Demi felt him walking closer to her and she got nervous. Sweat beads formed at the crown of her head, her fingers curled up, and her toes danced against the carpet.

Demi held her breath once they finally stood before each other and even though her heart was beating rapidly, she was ready. In fact, Demi was more than ready. Demi reached up on her tippy toes and kissed his lips, making the first move.

Papa used his hands to warm her body up, roaming from her face, to her shoulders, and down the sides of her petite frame. Demi allowed tiny sounds of pleasure to escape her lips as their kisses intensified.

Papa knew he had to take things slow, but the way Demi was sliding her tongue around his mouth he was liable to swallow the damn thing.

“Lay down.” Papa pulled back attempting to regain control of the heated situation. He guided Demi’s body onto the middle of the bed. She never let go of his arms, wanting him as close to her as possible.

“Lay down babe, I’m right here,” he promised. Papa got up and fumbled with his jeans, searching for the protection he knew he would need. That virgin pussy was known as the “
get
caught up”
pussy in the hood. Papa already knew he would be lost in the sauce between Demi’s legs. 

He came back to the bed, leaving the rubber on the nightstand and kissed Demi. “You sure about this?” Papa asked for clarification before he proceeded.

Demi didn’t answer him, but she kissed him harder as she found her way to that
thing
in between his legs.

Papa moved out of her way and Demi said in a very serious tone, “Not tonight.”  There would be no teasing, playing, laughing, or bullshitting around.

Papa pulled her arms over her head and kissed her lips once more before starting a trail of passion and pleasure from her ear to her neck, across her collarbone, and down the middle of her chest. Papa took his time arousing every piece of skin on her body.

Demi’s eyes were closed shut, biting on her bottom lip and breathing just a little harder than normal. She had waited on this magical moment for quite some time now. It wasn’t as long as her mother would have wanted, but she didn’t care.

Demi clenched the sheets anticipating what was coming next.

Papa pulled her legs apart and asked her again, “Are you sure you ready?”

Demi screamed, “YES!”

Papa shook his head. The demon had been unleashed before he even dropped his draws.
Lord Jesus,
he thought to himself.

Papa lowered his body to the point where his legs dangled over the edge of the bed. He stuck his head in between her legs and just for the hell of it he took a good long sniff of Demi’s love nest.

              Head wasn’t his thing. He preferred for it to be something the girl did for him. Papa was a sucker for some sloppy toppy in the morning, but him licking a girl’s insides? Nah, not Papa.

Every now and then if he was in the mood he would nibble and dabble down there to get the juices back flowing, but not for too long. Becoming completely obsessed with the pure smell of her vagina, Papa French kissed her clit, causing Demi’s eyes to roll to the back of her head.

She wasn’t too loud with her screams, but definitely with her moaning. Papa took his time making love her to her pussy with the use of his tongue, two lips, and a few fingers. If Demi knew it would feel like that she would have had Papa on his knees a long time ago.

Relaxing, Demi rocked her hips forward, giving herself to Papa.

“Yes, Papa yes,” she moaned.

Demi fondled with her breasts, she honestly didn’t know what to do. She lay there feeling so good and savoring the moment. The memory of losing her virginity, finally, would be one to remember. Papa had her feeling so good she wanted to clap for him, wash his feet, make him dinner, or pay his rent, anything to reward him. Papa deserved it all right now. In the morning she would buy him a watch or something. Papa needed praise for a job well done.

“Shit!” she cursed.

Papa flicked his tongue faster against her clit. She squirmed around the bed and gasped.

“Cum for me, ma,” he begged through his licks and pulls on her clit.

Demi assumed that’s what was taking place now, cumming.                She was cumming. Papa had fingered her a few times, but damn it didn’t make her pussy do what it was doing now.

Demi rose from the bed, panting and moaning. Her body had shifted temperatures and she was now hot and ready, feeling like her pussy was preparing for take-off.

Papa never let up from kissing her love. “Hmmmm,” he moaned, just because she sounded so damn sexy and tasted so freaking good. Demi begged for him to stop, but Papa knew it was her first time and if he was to be her one and only, he had to lay that pussy down. Dead it. Execution.

Long after she had cum, screamed, panted, cried, and begged for mercy, he continued his kisses down there. In more ways than one, this was a part of Papa’s master plan. After he was satisfied and his jaws were sore, Papa came up for air.

“Baby,” she said in a soft voice.

Papa towered over her body, keeping all of his weight on his arms. He reached down and took her nipple in his mouth.

“Papa.” Demi said his name in only the way she could.

Papa loved her voice. As annoying as she was sometimes he would never grow tired of hearing her say his name. He removed his underwear in one swift motion. Demi wondered when did he take them off, but this wasn’t Papa’s first time at the rodeo.

He guided his penis to her entrance and smothered Demi’s lips with kisses to distract from the stinging feeling he knew she was about to experience.

“Hmm,” she said in fear. He knew it hurt.

“Breathe for me,” Papa coached.

He could barely help her relax because he was having a hard time himself. Demi felt amazing.

The warm and snug feeling of her pussy around his dick was something he had never felt before.

“Shit,” Papa mumbled. He knew he would tap out soon, baby girl felt like heaven.

“Papa,” she complained.

Papa said fuck it and shoved his dick all the way in just to get it over with. Demi bit into his shoulder. He took that pain and stroked her to get her into the rhythm of things.

“Oh yes.” Seconds later those words slipped From Demi’s mouth.

Winning!
Papa thought to himself.

She took a deep breath and dropped her head on the pillow, allowing her man to do the damn thing, and oh was he putting it on her. Demi was enjoying the feeling, she wanted more.

“Harder,” she commanded.

Papa opened his eyes and looked at Demi staring back at him with a smirk on her face.

“Slow ya ass down, I got this,” he told her, rocking her hips. Papa knew this pussy was his and it was damn sure worth the wait. He flipped her over and instructed her to “get low and arch that back”. Demi was a dancer, how did Papa forget?

Sex wasn’t sex until you had it with someone as flexible as a future Prima Ballerina. It was nothing for Demi to assume the position she did during yoga.

Papa was pleased that he didn’t have to tell her much. He dipped his head below and kissed her love lips once more before reaching back up and sliding his dick into her pussy. Demi allowed a moan to slip from her lips.

“Yes baby,” she coached him.

Papa had to hold on to her waist to keep from turning into a dog and punishing Demi’s ass. She felt like heaven on earth, good crack and all that shit.  Her pussy was better than a shipment on the first.

Papa was in love. He knew it. As he felt his nut coming to the tip of his dick, he even allowed the words to slip from his lips for the first time in his life.

“I love you,” he moaned as he pulled out of her pussy and allowed his seeds to spill wherever they wanted. Demi lay there catching her breath.

I love you
. She mouthed his words.
He didn’t mean to say that
, she thought to herself.

But once Papa came off the high of Demi, he lay beside her and pulled her onto his chest and said the words again. “I love you, ma.”

6

Papa vs. The Westbrook’s

Papa sat in awe of Demi. He knew that she danced, but he was unaware that she
danced.
Demi looked so graceful, holding her head up high and moving with little effort. He wasn’t sure if it was the weed he smoked or was she really floating on air. Demi looked like an angel. Once the show was over he found himself on his ten toes, clapping and whistling. He was the only person standing up. His Burberry boxers were on full display for the people who sat behind them and they rolled their eyes in disgust. Papa didn’t give a damn, his girl was the best dancer up there and he was so proud.

He witnessed firsthand that her hard work paid off. They didn’t talk as much as they used to and the time they spent together was scarce, but in this moment it didn’t matter to Papa anymore. He would be at every performance to support his girl.

Demi was the shit. He couldn’t wait to tell Malachi so he and Jade could attend her next recital. He picked up the roses his uncle suggested he get for her and made his way out of the auditorium to wait on Demi. She told him earlier today to be patient because she had to shower and take pictures and stuff before she made her way to him.

Tonight was the opening recital for the Academy that Demi would attend for the next few years. He knew her schedule would only become more rigorous, but he was prepared. In a weird way Papa appreciated the distance and time they spent apart, it made him desire her more and crave to be in her presence. Being that Demi was still considered a beginner to him, the sex was still fresh, but he had a few more things to teach her. Demi’s lil flexible ass was the perfect partner in bed. Papa wasn’t stunting another piece of pussy and Demi had him on lock for the time being.

His money and Demi, the two things on the top of his priority list right now.

Papa busied himself looking at bikes on his cell phone as he waited on Demi. When he heard a voice shout her name Papa’s head popped up and he saw her walking with a big smile towards two people who Papa recognized from pictures as Demi’s parents.

He stayed seated, having no desire to meet them. Her mama had called Demi on a few different occasions demanding her whereabouts and insinuating that Papa clearly wasn’t a real man if he would let her stay at his house without having a talk with Demi’s father. But Papa didn’t give damn about them and in his eyes Demi was grown. Papa never placed a gun to Demi’s head; she was with him because she wanted to be.

She looked around for Papa, but didn’t see him. She was tired and ready to go home, with her man.

“What’s wrong baby girl?” Dorane asked her daughter.

“Nothing,” she said.

Papa watched her search for him, but he knew he wasn’t going over there. Then finally, her eyes met his and now life flashed before her pupils.  That’s the effect he had on Demi.

              She was happy her mom was there and all of her friends along with her daddy, but she knew she had them as a guaranteed support system.

But Papa? For Papa to be there, out of his element meant a lot to Demi. Forgetting that her mother’s friend was saying something to her, she left them where they were and went over to him. Papa stood and wrapped his arms around her waist. Public displays of affection weren’t his thing, but hell, being at a dance recital wasn’t his thing either and here he was.

“Man, you the shit!” Papa praised her the best way he knew how.

Demi blushed. The fact that he looked so proud of her made her feel good.

“Thanks, Papa,” she told him, pulling away from him.

“Come on, let’s just get this over with,” she told him.

Papa didn’t move. “I’m good,” he said. Papa knew they would hate him, it was all over her mama’s face, and the way his mouth was set up he knew he would have to check her old ass.

“It will be quick,” Demi promised.

Nasir’s words replayed in his head.
Dawg, those are her parents, you gotta meet her parents.
He took a deep breath and held Demi’s hand in his and walked over with her.

Dorane’s face turned red, literally. At the first sight of Papa she knew Demi had lost her damn mind. It was obvious he didn’t fit in with anyone at the recital. The men were dressed in suits and ties while Papa wore fitted jeans that sagged, construction boots and a Burberry button down. Although he wore minimum jewelry, Dorane still felt like the watch bedazzled in diamonds was too flashy for a dance recital. Not to mention his head, my Lord.
Who still wore braids?
She thought to herself.

Papa had tattoos on his neck, face, and ears; they were everywhere. When Demi introduced him as Roberto to her family and he stuck his hand out for a handshake, her father looked at it covered in tattoos and cringed, but he wasn’t as rude as Dorane so he shook it.

Papa turned to Dorane who looked at his hand and back at him and didn’t even crack a smile. This man, this gangster, this hoodlum was not in Demi’s league. Demi was supposed to fall in love with a doctor or attorney, not someone like him.

Dorane asked her daughter with disappointment dripping from each word, “Where did we go wrong with you?”

Demi dropped her head, embarrassed. Why couldn’t they see how happy he made her?

Papa said, “Demi, you better pick your damn head up.” Now he was angry. How was he supposed to feel, was Demi ashamed of him?

She looked at him with sorrow in her eyes. “We’re about to go to dinner,” she said.

Papa shook his head. He knew they wouldn’t go far. She was still a child to her parents. Papa was a grown ass man and he answered to no one. He laughed, regretting the day he even met this stuck-up bitch.

“What do you have a taste for?” Dorane asked happily.

Demi shook her head. “No, WE are going to dinner,” she said, taking Papa’s hand. Surprise was all over her parents’ face, and Papa’s too.

Her father cleared his throat. “Well, why don’t we all go? That’ll give us a chance to get to know Roberto better.”

Demi shook her head. “I’m tired, maybe another time, love y’all.” She kissed her father’s cheek and went to do the same to her mother, but Dorane stepped back.

“I want to slap you silly, but I will not embarrass myself. You’ve done that already tonight with your poor performance and now this….thug,” Dorane hissed through pursed lips and clenched teeth.

“Goodnight ma,” Demi said. She wouldn’t allow her mama to piss her off, not tonight.

Papa followed Demi out of the dance hall and she asked, “Where are you parked?”

Papa pulled her close. “You good boo?” he questioned.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” she answered.

Papa respected her decision and led her to his truck. He was happy he didn’t ride his bike today.

“What you wanna eat?” he asked her.

              Demi was busy on her phone. She told him, “It doesn’t matter.”

Demi’s feelings were hurt, and as hard as she tried to not let her mother’s comment get to her, she was crushed. Demi could never please her mother and after years of trying, she was two dance practices from giving up. Dorane tried her hardest to live vicariously through Demi, but she was not her mama.

Demi leaned her head against the window. She just wanted to eat, bathe, and lay down. She hoped Papa wasn’t in the mood for sex because it was the last thing on her mind right now.

“I’ma drop you off then go get food,” he told her.

“No, ‘cause you not gon’ come right back. I don’t wanna be there alone tonight.”

“Okay, baby. Well, what you wanna eat? Tell me something.”

He hated that her old ass mama ruined her special night, but he knew what to do to put her smile back on her face. He had the perfect gift back at the crib.

“Chinese, pizza, anything. I need to eat so I can take an Aleve for this headache. Gosh, she really gets on my nerves sometimes,” Demi complained.

Papa kept his comments to himself. Demi only had one mama so she better love the mama she had because Papa didn’t even have that.

He pulled through the drive-thru and ordered all kinds of shit for them to eat and then stopped at the gas station to grab blunts and candy.

After they made it to his loft, Demi went straight for the tub and Papa rolled a blunt. Once she emerged, he fixed her a plate and they got cozy on the couch.

“Why do you treat me so good?” she asked him.

Papa blushed. “Man I don’t know, ‘cause your ass ain’t all that cute,” he teased.

Demi smiled. “No for real, Papa.”

“You different,” he told her. Papa didn’t have a Shakespeare inspired answer. He fucked with her because she was cool as hell. Although Demi was young she respected his space, she didn’t press him for information or question his whereabouts. Whatever Papa told her she believed and he loved that about her. Demi had a life outside of their relationship or whatever they called their union. She was her own person just as he was, but together they were becoming one.

“My dad might like you, but my mama hates you,” Demi admitted.

“You know I don’t give two fucks.”

“But I want you to care, Papa. I don’t want it to be like this,” she told him sadly. Demi wanted her family and Papa to be a replica of what she saw on the television shows she watched. She wanted her dad to take time out of his schedule and teach Papa how to golf or better yet, show him to invest his money so he could get out of the streets.

To avoid pissing her off even more he said, “In due time.” It wasn’t a lie or a promise to try again, it was just maybe one day or maybe not. Either way it went, Papa didn’t kiss ass and he didn’t give a damn if they were Demi’s parents or not.

“Do you want kids?” Demi questioned.

Papa grunted and pulled the already rolled blunt from behind his ear. “I gotta get high, you about to ask a million questions,” he complained.

“I was just curious,” she mumbled.

“I do, but not now. I’m never even home, you’ll be raising the baby by yourself. Unc would love a li’l baby around the shop though,” Papa said.

Demi smiled at the mentioning of her having his babies. “So, you do want babies with me?”

Papa told her, “hell yeah. We gon’ make some pretty ass kids.”

Demi finished her food and lay back against his chest as he enjoyed his smoke.

“I want to try it,” she told him.

Papa already knew what she was talking about. “Hell nah,” he told her.

“Just once,” she pressed.

Papa sighed. “Come here. Demi sat up and turned her body towards him.  “Inhale,” he said and blew a cloud of smoke into her mouth then kissed her nose.

Demi coughed profusely.

He shook his head. 
Amateur
, he thought to himself.

“Okay, one more,” she told him.

Papa ended up getting Demi’s ass high as hell and she talked his head off the whole night. He told himself, “Never again,” when she finally dozed off.

The next morning, Demi woke up to something furry near her face. She assumed it was Papa’s braids, but when she yawned and opened her eyes she saw the cutest little dog in the world. Her heart leaped.

“Oh my God! Look at the bay-beeeee!” she squealed.

Papa sat on the edge of bed counting money.

“Is she ours?” Demi asked.

He continued counting the money, but he turned around and nodded his head.

Demi came closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You love me,” she said, kissing his collarbone.

“What you gon’ name her?” he asked.

“I don’t know yet, something cute and sassy,” Demi said, eyeing the dog.

“Get dressed,” he told her and stood up.

“Where we going?”

“I’m taking you home,” he said.

Demi asked, “Why?”

“You don’t wanna go home?” Papa asked her.

“Not yet, can we hang out today?”

Papa shook his head. He had shit to do today. He stayed home last night with Demi and he couldn’t do it again today.

“Nah, not today baby,” he said.

Demi pouted, “Well...” her voice lingered.

Papa was busy with his thoughts, but he knew Demi was holding her tongue on something. “Well what?” he asked.

“Can we….?” she asked, nervously.

Papa wanted her to say whatever the fuck it is she needed to say. “Can we what, Demi?” She acted like a kid sometimes, but it didn’t bother him. Papa was just getting to a point where he felt like they spent too much time together for Demi to be nervous. She shouldn’t feel the need to bite her tongue around him or even be anxious, because he was always himself around her.

“Do it,” she whispered.

Papa stopped fumbling with his phone and looked at her. “You crazy man,” he laughed, and went downstairs.

Demi told her doggie she would be right back and went to find Papa.

He was in the kitchen. “Why am I crazy?”

“’Cause why you ain’t come take it? It’s yours,” he told her.

“I don’t know, I don’t like making the first move,” she admitted.