Heated. Niobia Bryant

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      It worked to stop him from climbing back into the truck. “Nice to meet you.”

      “Kahron, huh? That’s different?”

      “It’s a family thing,” he said, smiling so broadly that his white teeth gleamed.

      Uhm, uhm, uhm.

      “That’s nothing, my father’s name is Kael and my Mom thought it was cute to name us all with a K,” he said, actually moving around the open car door to come closer.

      A fine sheen of sweat broke out in the valley between Bianca’s breasts. Something about this man just did it for her.

      “So there’s Kaleb, Kade, Kaeden, and Kaitlyn.”

      As Kahron put one booted foot up on the bottom step and leaned casually against the banister, Bianca slowly sank to sit down on the step and looked up at him.

      “Wow you have a big family,” Bianca said, wrapping her arms around her knees. “I was an only child.”

      “There are positives and negatives to big families, especially when you add on the uncles, aunts, cousins, nieces, nephews, in-laws, family pets…”

      At that moment the same lab from earlier today leaned its head over the side of the truck and barked twice as it tongue hung from its mouth like a bell.

      Bianca laughed, that inevitable snort escaping her mouth as she did.

      Headlights illuminated from the road and Bianca leaned to the left to look, while Kahron looked over his shoulder.

      She recognized her father’s truck and was filled with relief.

      His truck rolled to a stop in front of the house barely missing the rear of Kahron’s truck. They both watched as Hank’s big body lumbered out of the truck, walking like he had the weight of the world on his broad shoulders.

      “Evening, Hank,” Kahron greeted, his eyes squinted as he watched the other man.

      Hank had been looking down at his feet but his head jerked up at the sound of Kahron’s voice. He stopped, wobbling a bit on his feet, as he peered at Kahron as if he saw three of him instead of one. “Oh shit no, Strong. F–f–f–first you… you want my land and now… and now… and now you sniff in’ up my daughter’s t–t–t–tail. Hell naw I say,” Hank ended on a roar, his words slurring together.

      Seconds letter he took one lumbering step toward Kahron and swung. When Kahron shifted one step to the right, Hank’s body twirled in a full circle before he fell forward to the ground, causing a cloud of dust to rise up around his frame.

      Bianca dashed down the stairs to him, immediately surrounded by the acrid fumes of alcohol. She bent, trying to help him to his feet—no easy task.

      Kahron stooped to help him as well, but that only sent Hank flying forward again as he jerked away from the younger man.

      “Don’t t–t–t–t-touch me, Strong,” he garbled. “No means no, you young sh–sh–sh–shit.”

      Bianca finally helped him to his feet, her arm around his waist, as she guided her father up the stairs. His weight put a strain on her knees as she struggled to hold them both up.

      “Good night, Bianca.”

      She wasn’t physically able to turn and look at Kahron—and she regretted that—but she briefly raised her hand to him before entering the house. Soon she heard his truck door slam and the crunch of his tires against the road as he drove away.

      “Want my ranch… damn vulture,” was audible from her father’s drunken gibberish. “Bunny… home… help… n–n–n–now… there.”

      Trishon walked into the room as Bianca struggled to get him to a crimson sofa that looked like grotesque, oversized lips. She set a reddish-looking drink on the coffee table and pulled the leopard print throw from the love seat atop him. “Just leave him there. He’ll get up after while.”

      Bianca eyed the drink. “And what is that?”

      “A little something to keep him from having a hangover in the morning,” Trishon said over her shoulder, on her way out of the room.

      Bianca moved to leave the room as well. She paused at the entrance, her hand on the light switch as she looked back at her father in his drunken stupor.

      Nothing at all had changed.

      3

      Surrounded by the bluest of skies as she lay back naked among a bed of clouds, Bianca smiled mischievously. Kahron knelt at the edge of the clouds between her wantonly open thighs, his lengthy erection in his hand as he massaged the full length of it and then squeezed the thick, smooth tip.

      Her eyes devoured every bit of him. From his broad shoulders, to his muscled chest with just the right amount of soft, flat hairs, down to his rigid abdomen. His member was long, thick, and throbbing, just begging to be touched, stroked, and tasted. She found it odd that soft curly hairs surrounding his shaft were ebony—unlike his silver-flecked head.

      “Touch it,” he demanded huskily, biting his bottom lip.

      Her hands moved from above her head to stroke down the length of her silken body. Hotly, her eyes caressed him as she used her slender fingers to open the moist folds of her core. She loved the way his eyes pierced her as she began to pluck the rose colored bud gently, causing the heat to rise in her belly. Bianca purred like a kitten at the pleasure she brought herself, her hips arch ing to meet her own fingers.

      “Oh, Bianca,” he moaned throatily, releasing his tool. It rose to slap lightly against his abdomen as he used his hands to grab her strong thighs and jerk her body upwards until her core sat at his chin and her delicate back pressed against his thighs.

      “I wonder if it tastes as good as it smells?” he asked, his words blowing softly against her heated and throbbing flesh.

      Kahron jerked her body a bit higher until his mouth fit easily over the whole of her wetness and his chin sat smuggled against the delicate crease of her fleshy buttocks. He used his tongue to lick her lips.

      Bianca’s back arched off his muscled chest as he ate her like he was starved.

      The cloud began to slowly spin, rotating about the skies whose hues deepened to violet and crimson. Round and round as he suckled her fleshy bud between his teeth and caused her thighs to quiver.

      “Kahron,” she gasped. “Yes, yes, yes, yes—”

      Brrrnnnggg.

      “No,” Bianca whimpered as the cloud began to disintegrate from beneath them and she felt her body slipping down the length of Kahron’s frame into a blue abyss…

      Brrrnnnggg.

      Bianca sat up in bed, her hands still pressed intimately between her legs, her heart pounding from being abruptly awakened from a dream. A damn good dream.

      Disoriented, she looked around the room feeling like she was in purple hell.

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