Daymir
“You tapping out on me?” I ask Imani as I grip her inner thighs.
“Mm, huh?” she utters breathlessly.
Lightly, I tap her butt cheek. “I told you five,” I remind her.
“Five what?” she moans as her body trembles.
When her sexy ass told me to prove it, I did just that.
I carried her into my room, placed her on my bed, closed and locked my door, turned on my sound bar, then went to work on her fine ass.
I took my time and kissed every inch of her then I reacquainted my lips and tongue with her sweet and juicy pussy until she came back-to-back.
After that, I planted her long legs on my shoulders and fucked her through two more orgasms. She’s still recovering from the last one but I’m not done.
She told me that she’s all in and because she is, I want to give her all that I have.
I meant what I said that break shit wasn’t for me.
Yes, DJ and I bonded and developed our own little thing together but I know that would have still happened with her by my side, especially after seeing her tonight with DJ.
I was so in awe; I barely said shit and just let them vibe.
Imani is it for me; I felt it the night she took care of me.
Makenna and I were together for a minute and I never got that feeling from her.
A future or forever wasn’t in the plan for us because I didn’t.
I’ll never forget when Dodge first met Presha.
I called maybe a day or two after and she was all he could talk about.
He kept saying that she was going to be his wife and it had only been hours.
I thought that nigga was bullshitting because I couldn’t wrap my head around how he knew so damn fast. Now, I get it. When a man knows, he just knows.
When Imani’s hands first touch me, it was like I finally felt the sensation I’d been missing.
It was natural and familiar even though she was a stranger at the time.
I let down my guard and let her take me to her home.
After being double-crossed and betrayed, I’ve moved different.
I limited my circle and my guard stayed up but all that disappeared when she offered to take me to her place.
I went, no questions, no concerns, I just went.
The whole shit could have been a set up and she could have been leading me to a trap but none of that crossed my mind.
With her, I feel a sense of peace and I’m blanketed by a level of trust I can’t explain.
All I know is that it’s her for me; no other woman even compares.
She’s all in, mine, and I’m going to erase all thoughts about a break again from her mind.
I raise her left leg and prop it on my chest. While caressing her calf, I plant kisses on the inside of her leg. When I start to trail them down to her thigh, she lightly moans.
“Oh God. Baby, I can’t,” she moans.
“Can’t what? You don’t have to do shit. This is all me.” I drag my tongue down her thigh then lift her other leg. When I have her perfectly positioned, I kiss her other thigh. “I said five and I’m a man of my word.”
“Five wha-” she begins but when I kiss her swollen clit, her head falls back and she sighs.
“Shit!” True to my word, I run my tongue up and down her wet slit then suck and kiss on her pussy lips and clit until she cums for the fifth time.
I continue to tongue please her as she trembles through her orgasm.
When her body stops shaking and her breathing slows a little, I kiss her navel then kiss up her body until I reach her face.
Before I can lean down to capture her mouth, her hands caress my face and she pulls me down to her lips for a nasty kiss.
“I swear you’re trying to drive me crazy. ”
“Damn right I am. I want you crazy for me like I am for yo’ sexy ass,” I admit.
“I think I’m closer than you think.”
She kisses me again, more passionately this time then I rest my head on her stomach. We lay like this for a while, my body on hers and her hands caressing my head. I’m so comfortable and relaxed; I can lay like this all-damn-night.
“You good?” I ask her.
“I’m better than good but what was the five thing about?” she asks.
“You told me to prove it to you so I wanted to make sure that I made you cum five times,” I say and she grins.
“That’s some bold shit right there. I can’t. What would have happened if I didn’t reach five?”
“That wasn’t an option,” I assure her before kissing her stomach.
“What am I going to do with your arrogant ass?”
“This right here; what you doing right now. You’re bout to rub my ass to sleep for real with your soft hands. Thanks again for dinner though, for real.”
“You know I love to cook. Besides, I needed a reason to end the break I insisted on. I couldn’t just pop up empty handed.”
“You didn’t need shit to show up.”
“Well, it was a peace offering. I found out today that one of Hazel’s homegirls has been clocking you. I like her and I didn’t want to have to fuck her up if she got her hands on you. So, I had to come stake my claim.”
“You claiming me?” I ask, amused as hell because I don’t know nor care about any of Hazel’s friends.
“You’re all over me right now. Claim has been staked,” she says with a little grin.
“Claiming me and shit. Talking like that gone have you on your way to six.”
“I couldn’t move even if I wanted to,” she sighs.
“You don’t have to. I got you. Give me a minute.
” After kissing her stomach again, I ease off her and the bed then journey to my bathroom.
I set the temperature on my shower then start it.
When I walk back into my bedroom, she’s still in the same spot, her beautiful naked body on full display.
“Shit, you’re gorgeous,” I tell her before I slide my hands under her and scoop her up bridal style.
“What are you doing?” she asks with a slight laugh.
“Taking you to my shower.”
The moment I have her in my shower, I press her against the wall, kneel, place one of her legs over my shoulder, and dive in.
In know time, she gripping my head while moaning my name through number six.
Afterwards, I stand and slide into her. As the warm water streams down our bodies, I slowly fuck her through number seven then cum so hard I see stars.
When are bodies are drained, normal breathing returns, and our heart rates slow, we take our time, washing each other.
We fall asleep minutes later with her sexy body covering mine.
When my alarm rings at five-thirty, I quickly silence it before it can wake her.
Then, I ease out of the bed, creep into my bathroom, and do my usual routine.
Carefully, I walk back into my bedroom. She’s still knocked out, sleeping on her stomach.
After I cover her back with my comforter, I walk into my closet and get dressed.
Getting DJ is next and that’s a task. His little ass is the hardest sleeper I know.
I swear a tornado could be raging outside and he wouldn’t move an inch.
Getting him up is the toughest part of our morning on school days but once he’s up, he’s good because he loves going to school.
He gets so much from me and we are alike in a lot of ways but I never loved school like he does.
My poor grams had to force me to go every day until I reached junior high.
Before waking him, I journey to the kitchen and grab his lunch kit.
I remove his food and warm it up. His kit has some shit that keeps hot food warm and cold shit cold so it’ll still be warm when he eats lunch at 11:40.
When I have it warmed and repacked, I go tackle him.
This morning, I’m going to try an old tactic from my grams-warm hand towel on the face.
So, I walk into his bathroom, grab a hand towel from his linen closet, soak it real good, then squeeze it.
When I place it on his face, he moves immediately and I smile.
Then, I wipe it around his face and his eyes open.
The look on his face is murderous when I remove the towel and I have to hold in my laugh. His lil ass looks mad as fuck.
“Daddy,” he whines.
“It’s time to get up, man.”
After wiping his hands over his face, he frowns then groans, “That was wet.”
“It’s just water. Get on up and get in the bathroom,” I say as I pull his cover back.
Lazily, he eases out of the bed and treks to his bathroom.
While he’s in there, I make up his bed then grab his clothes and shoes from his closet.
Little Einstein requires uniforms, including shoes Monday through Thursday.
Fridays are the only free dress days. So, since it’s Monday, I grab a pair of his grey pants, his dark blue V-neck crested sweater, white shirt, and Doc Martens.
Then, I go into his bathroom to check on him.
“Miss Imani went home?” he asks as soon as I walk in, fully awake.
“Nah. She’s sleep so we got to be a little quiet this morning.”
“Ok. She gone be here when I get home?”
“I don’t know yet. Why?”
“Cause I like her. She’s nice and pretty.”
“Yeah, she is and she likes you too. You see she cooked some of your favorites.”
“And her carrots taste like Maw Maw’s,” he adds with a smile.
“Make sure you gargle,” I tell him and he grabs his mouth wash.
After he gargles, we walk back into his room and he gets dressed.
To save time, I button his shirt before he puts on his sweater.
Then, he puts on his shoes while I check his book bag.
A few times, he’s tried to sneak his iPad in there.
The school doesn’t allow them because each student is given a restricted one to use in class.