The Realest Ever (40 page)

“Baby what, what are you doing to me?”

Those words came from Donovan, which shocked the hell out of Kyra because she thought he was reading her mind.

He let go of her for a second so he could take his shorts off.  He was completely naked now.  In the kitchen!  Kyra leaned against the refrigerator and tried to
control her breathing as Donovan retrieved his condom and slowly put it on.  He watched her eyes as he rolled it towards the base of his penis.  Kyra couldn’t get enough of that.  Watching Donovan put condoms on was so damned sexy. 

He stepped to her again with a
serious expression.  Kyra was nearly panting.  Donovan reached under her dress and pulled her panties down her legs.  Kyra lifted each foot so he could get them past her ankles.  Donovan pulled her dress up to her waist and kissed her again.  Kyra’s legs were trembling.  Her throat caught when she felt herself being lifted into the air.  Donovan didn’t grimace at all.  Kyra felt weightless in his arms.

She
wrapped her legs around his waist, and Donovan leaned her spine against the cool refrigerator.  He held her aloft with just one hand on her ass while he positioned himself for insertion.  He then moved his hand to her other butt cheek.  His grip was tight.  Kyra felt his fat head pushing at her wet entrance.  Donovan asked if she was ready, and he slowly lowered her onto his erection when she nodded.

“
Ahh
. 
Donovan
.”

He pushed all the way in on the first stroke.  Kyra threw both of her arms around his neck, but she didn’t have to support herself at all.  Donovan pressed his body closer to hers until
Kyra’s back was nearly flat against the refrigerator.  And then he went to work.

“
Oh, Donovan
!”

He pumped his hips slowly
.  Each plunge was deeper than the one before.  Kyra closed her eyes as the pleasure radiated through her whole body.  She felt like she was floating on his penis.  Donovan kissed her passionately.  He stroked hard and slow.  Kyra felt him all the way in her belly. 

He seemed to
be digging deeper than ever before, probably because the refrigerator didn’t have any give like a springy mattress.  There was no escape.  There was just Donovan and his dick and Kyra’s relatively small body that was completely under his control at that moment.

Unexpectedly Kyra found herself airborne again. 

“
Uh
!”

She tightened
her grip around Donovan’s neck.  He took a step back so that Kyra had to depend fully on him for support.  She still had her legs wrapped around his waist.  Donovan used his powerful arms to move her up and down on his dick until Kyra picked up the groove and began to grind on her own.  The position was so exotic, she felt her climax building within seconds.

“
Oh, Donovan!  Uh.  Baby!  Oh, Donovan
!”

Up and down she went
.  Each time Donovan pushed all the way in, until their pubic hairs meshed.

“
Baby!  Oh, baby!  Oh!  Ah!  Ah
!”

Kyra’s slick walls gripped his penis like a fist when she came.  Donovan grunted
and pushed her against the refrigerator again.  Kyra’s legs trembled as she coated his penis with her orgasm, and she lost her scissor grip around his waist.  Donovan grabbed one of her thighs and spread it open wider.  He pumped his hips faster and harder.

SCURR
!

Kyra didn’t know what that
sound was.  The kitchen was spinning.  Her first orgasm rolled into a second one without a pause.  Donovan was beating it up.  Kyra heard their thighs clapping, she heard her own satisfied moans, and then she heard the strange sound again. 

SCURR
!

This time she felt the refrigerator move, and she
realized Donovan plowing so hard he was literally sliding the heavy appliance on the kitchen floor.

Whap
! 
Whap
! 
Whap
!

His hips were moving as fast as a locomotive
.  His expression could’ve passed for angry.  Donovan buried his face in the crook of Kyra’s neck and started moaning and talking to her at the same time. 

“Baby, it feels so good. 
Oh, Kyra
! 
Oh, Kyra
! 
Oh, shit, Kyra
!”

He slammed in one last time when he came.  Kyra screamed with pleasure.  She felt his
manhood jumping inside her.  Her walls squeezed and milked the cum out of him.  Donovan’s release lasted forever.  Every little move he made titillated Kyra and made her cry out again.

Finally
Donovan lifted her off the fridge and carried her to the living room.  He gently placed her on the sofa, and Kyra rolled to her side.  She closed her eyes, still in the midst of a delicious orgasm.  She felt so good, she almost sucked her thumb as she drifted off to sleep. 

≈≈≈≈≈≈≈

Donovan awakened her a couple of hours later.

“Do you want me to pick up the kids?”

Kyra sat up and slowly regained her bearings.  She squinted at the wall clock.  She still had time to get Kat and Quinell, but she’d have to leave the house in twenty minutes.

“No, I’ll get them.  I want to stop by Walmart to get a comforter for Kat’s bed.”  She yawned.  “Man, I was knocked out.”

“I know,” Donovan said.  He knelt on the side of the couch and kissed her on the lips.  “You were sleep for so long, I had to finish up your tuna.”

“I’m sorry,” Kyra said
.  Memories of their kitchen romance put a smile on her face.

“I also had time to go get this,” Donovan said.

He held up a black ring box, and the fog in Kyra’s head cleared up in the blink of an eye.  She jumped to her feet so quickly, she nearly lost her balance.

“Whoa,” Donovan said.
  He chuckled.  “Listen, this ring has been in my family for generations.  This is the engagement ring my grandfather gave my grandmother.  It got passed down to my father when my grandmother died, and he passed it down to me.  I wanted to get you a new one, but my mom says I should give you this.” 

He was still down on one knee.  He opened the box as he spoke, revealing the most beautiful diamond ring Kyra had ever seen.  The rock wasn’t huge or necessarily flashy, b
ut it was perfect for her.  The fact that Donovan’s mother wanted the heirloom to go to Kyra completely blew her mind.  Kyra knew that she would cherish the ring for the rest of her life.

She squealed and flushed and burst into tears as Donovan proposed.

“Kyra, you know I love you more than any woman I’ve ever known.  You’re my best friend, and you’re the love of my life.  I know we were meant to be together forever, and I know that the love we share is real.  It’s the realest ever.  Will you marry me?”

Kyra couldn’t speak, but she nodded
feverishly.  She didn’t think her life could ever be better than it was at that moment.  Donovan reached for her trembling hand and slid the ring on her finger.  He stood, and Kyra threw her arms around him.  She hugged him as tightly as she could.  Donovan wrapped both arms around her and spun around the room.  When he put her down, Kyra peppered his face with kisses.

“Oh,
and there’s something I have to tell you,” Donovan said.  “My mom always wanted to give me away at my wedding.  I know a dad is supposed to do that for his daughter, but Mama’s pretty adamant about it, and I told her it was okay.”

Kyra didn’t care about any of that.
  They could get married at a three-ring circus for all she cared, so long as she was Donovan’s lawfully wedded wife at the end of the ceremony.

“I love you so much!”

“I love you, too,” Donovan said.  “Are you sure you don’t want me to pick up the kids?”

“No,” Kyra said.  She checked the clock again as she wiped the tears from her eyes. 
“I really need to get some stuff from Walmart.  And I want to tell them the good news!”  She held out her hand and stared at her ring.  She couldn’t stop smiling at it.

“Make sure you put on some panties before you leave,” Donovan
suggested.

Kyra blushed
.  Her eyes darted to the kitchen.  “I don’t think I can ever go in there again without thinking about what we did,” she confided.

“That’s good,” Donovan said with a grin.  “I want you to remember.  Because
the next time we’re alone in the house, we’re doing it again.”

Kyra swallowed.  “In the kitchen?”

Donovan nodded.  “Or in the garage.  Or the other bathroom.  The den...”

Kyra’s
inhaled deeply.  “Okay.”

Donovan moistened his lips.  “Stop looking at me like that, or I’ll take you in there right now.”

Kyra checked the clock again. 
Damn
.  “Sorry, I gotta go.”  She headed to the bathroom for a quickie shower.

“That’s cool.  See you later, scary,” Donovan called down the hallway.

“I’m not scary,” Kyra replied, although she was walking a little bowlegged from the work he put in earlier.  She wondered if the refrigerator was still pushed back against the wall.  Her smile was ear to ear.

THE END

BY KEITH THOMAS WALKER

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Keith Thomas Walker, known as the Master of Romantic Suspense and Urban Fiction, is the author of
eleven novels, including
Fixin’ Tyrone
,
Jewell and the Dapper Dan
and
Dripping Chocolate
.  Keith enjoys reading, poetry and music of all genres.  Originally from Fort Worth, Keith is a graduate of Texas Wesleyan University.  He currently works in administration at one of Texas’ largest hospitals.  Visit him at www.keithwalkerbooks.com.