Chapter 8
Trek
Travel was perfect. Her body was a masterpiece in the eyes of true artists like myself.
I stood at the foot of my bed and watched the angel that was tied to my bedposts.
Her arms were open, and her legs were fully apart.
With the blindfold over her eyes, she couldn't see what came her way, but she'd definitely feel it.
I thoroughly enjoyed the rise and fall of her breasts.
It was the best scenic view I'd ever witnessed.
Travel's nipples were swollen and patiently awaited being savored.
My eyes trailed down her shapely stomach.
It needed my attention just like the rest of her body.
When my eyes connected with her pussy, my dick pulsed.
It glistened with her juices, not to mention the landing strip design on her pussy, which appealed to the deeper, freakier depths within me.
I loved how creative she was. With my love spread eagle, there was absolutely nothing that would interfere with me eating her like that Turkey Day meal she prepared a few hours ago.
I climbed onto my bed and licked up her body until I made it to her ripe titties. Since high school, I dreamed of sucking her titties, and now here I was, living my long-time dream.
My tongue swept across her first nipple, and Travel shivered.
"Fuck," she rasped out.
I had barely made a move and already she was affected.
Travel's back slightly arched when I slobbered over both of her titties at the same time.
My hands firmly gripped her breasts. It was imperative that I drenched every inch of those bountiful beauties.
Drool seeped from the corners of my mouth.
Her skin was so soft and appeared to persuade me to taste more of her, which was exactly what I did.
I kissed down Travel's body, making sure to love on her plush, soft center, before I made it to her pussy.
The moment my tongue swiped between her warm folds, it was my turn to shiver.
Travel smelled sweet and fresh, with a taste I'd never consumed before.
The hunger for her I'd hidden for years surfaced, and I couldn't help myself.
I buried my face in her coochie, allowing her to smear her essence all over my face. Shit. I was sprung.
Her clit was swollen and hard, and I savored it like candy.
"Fuck!" she screamed loudly.
My two fingers entered her warm and tight walls. She couldn't help but react. My tongue and fingers were a duo that she could not fight. Travel damn sure wouldn't win.
She moved her pelvis as much as she could, but she was no match for me. I vibrated my tongue against her clit while my fingers quickly moved in and out of her. When her body started to shake, I swiftly untied her arms and legs and pulled her onto my face.
"Fuck me!" she belted and rode my face.
My fingers dug into her round ass, and I caught her essence. It saturated my tongue, giving me my first addiction. I'd never go cold turkey or try to fight the monkey that rode me. Addicted to Travel was what I longed for the most in my life.
I slurped and licked in and around her pussy until I'd consumed as close to every drop of her that I could. When her body calmed down, I flipped her onto her back and placed her leg over my shoulder. We gazed into each other's eyes.
"I've dreamed of this moment for years. Travel, you are the only woman I crave mentally, emotionally, and physically. We will forever be friends, but once I enter you, you are my woman. Mine. I don't play fair when it comes to the people I love, and you know that. Are we on the same page?"
She nodded with a sniffle. I wiped the lone tear that escaped her eye.
"Every time I think you couldn't get any lovelier, you prove me wrong, Trek. Let me feel you. I've always wanted to as well."
Fuck, her words had penetrated my heart like never before. My best friend wanted me. She desired me only. I'd make sure that after tonight, I'd be the only man she'd focus on for the rest of her life.
I crashed my lips against hers, catching Travel completely off guard. Once I felt I had her full attention, I swiftly filled her pussy.
Travel's back arched from the bed, and my teeth sank into my lower lip.
The pain I felt was so worth it. I rocked slowly back and forth until she adjusted to my size.
Travel was tighter than Fort Knox. Damn, she was perfect though.
With her leg still over my shoulder, I fucked her good and hard.
She took my deep strokes. Her body quaked at my short and fast strokes. Either way, Travel hung with me.
We continued to kiss sloppily. God, I could kiss her for hours. She weakened my resolve when she fucked me back from the bottom. There wasn't shit lazy about her.
Her body shook again, and I could feel she was about to cum again. When her acrylic nails raked across my back, Travel could no longer hold back.
"Trek, baby, I'm about to cum again!" she squealed loudly.
"That's right, girl. Cum on your dick. This dick belongs to you, Travel. Say it," I commanded her.
"Fuck! This dick belongs to me. It's my dick," she whined, still riding out her orgasm.
I lowered her leg and rested over her. "That's right, love. This-is-your-dick!" I belted between my strokes until I came.
"Shit, Travel!" I gripped the sides of her throat as I busted the biggest nut ever. My body grew weak, and my dick trembled inside her. Ain't no way in hell I could give her up. I knew her pussy would be fire because her heart was one of a kind.
Yup. From one session of sex, I knew I'd burn the world down for her. I was officially a goner.
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"I say the easiest thing to do is to split quickly to grab the last-minute gifts. I'll be in the children's store, so you can meet us there once you're done," Travel stated as we stood in the middle of the mall.
"Okay, that's a solid plan. I'll be quick. Here, take my card." I removed it from my wallet and handed it to her. "Take care of your business."
Travel's shoulders sagged a bit. "Trek, baby. I appreciate your generosity so much, but I can handle it. I have my Christmas fund, which I always put to the side."
"And you'll continue to have it. Take the card, Travel. Please don't make me make a scene again."
She swiftly took the card.
I laughed at her awkwardness. Travel hated unwanted attention on her. I don't know why. She was one of the kindest and most considerate people I knew, not to mention she was beautiful as hell.
"That's what I thought."
She playfully rolled her eyes and sped off with Deshoni's stroller. It was cool. She'd pay for that lil' stunt later on.
I watched them until they entered the children's store. Junior's shoes and clothes were already reserved. That's all that boy ever wanted: to be drippy every day. I obliged him because he was a good kid with a good head on his shoulders. He was certainly better than I was at his age.
Since he was good, I headed to the jewelry store to pick up one last gift for Travel. She deserved everything I got her and more. I browsed the jewelry cases until I settled on a matching Cuban-link necklace and bracelet.
Travel was my girl now, so she'd match my fly by every means necessary. As I headed to pick up Junior's gifts, I thought about the selection of engagement rings I had browsed. It was always a goal of mine to marry my best friend. One day, she'd carry my last name.
I left the last store with Junior's wrapped gifts. My antennas raised at the sound of angry shouts. The closer I got to the children's store, the more I realized the commotion came from there.
Shoppers raced out of the store and few at a time. My heartbeat picked up, and fear crept into my head and heart. All I could think about was if something had happened to Travel and Deshoni.
When I entered the store, I dropped my gifts and pulled out my piece. Mook's bitch ass stood in front of Travel and Deshoni with his gun aimed at her. I hated a weak ass nigga.
As if this stunt would get him what he wanted, Mook only made things worse.
Travel cried and held Deshoni tightly. It broke my heart to see my girl so scared. Travel was terrified. Her teary brown eyes said it all. Yeah, that nigga had to pay. I needed to end this shit quickly before the law arrived.
"Mook, chill. You don't have to do this. I'll come with you willingly. I give up," Travel whimpered between her sobs.
"Then move yo' feet. I'm tired of playing games with yo' silly ass!" Mook shouted.
At the sight of me, Travel relaxed a bit. I slammed my gun against Mook's temple, and he hit the floor. A shriek escaped Travel, but I couldn't take my eyes off that nigga.
Mook held his hands in the air. Blood trickled from his head and down his face. "Come on, man. It ain't even like that," he pleaded.
"Fuck all that. Ain't no telling what yo' ass had planned for her.
Get this through yo' fuckin' head. That's my woman now.
Travel ain't yo' responsibility no more.
I won't deny you from seeing your son, but it's gon' be a minute before you see him after this bullshit you just pulled.
The fucked-up part is you still ain't gon learn after today, but that's cool too.
When you show up for revenge, just make sure you buy your mama that black dress because you're going back to her spirit free. "
"Oww fuck," Mook groaned in pain.
I kicked him in his shit before I signaled for Travel to follow me. That pussy thought shit was sweet, but I had some for his ass. I grabbed my packages from the floor as we headed out of the mall and to my truck.
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Today was one for the books. Travel and Deshoni had been held up in her room since we got back. I didn't mind it. I understood that she needed some time to herself. She was in a fucked up situation.
I ordered takeout earlier and made sure all the Christmas gifts were placed under the tree.
Afterward, I reached out to a few of my associates.
Travel still had to work and go to class, so I made sure her baby Glock would be delivered tomorrow.
I'd teach her how to use it then, too. Mook had to be stopped.
I knew from the look in his eyes that he would risk it all to see Travel hurt or worse.
That's why I had to make sure I was as many steps ahead of him as possible.
He wanted to make Travel pay for his bullshit.
I'd get to him first before he came for his revenge.
Only weak ass niggas wanted the woman they hurt to pay for their mistakes until the woman got fed up and left. I knew Mook was a snake ass nigga, but now I realized he was treacherous. It was okay, though. I had planned to cut his head off his shoulders.
After my business was taken care of, I sat at the island and enjoyed a glass of wine.
My mind was stuck on Travel. For some odd reason, the kitchen reminded me of her the most. We had some of our best conversations in here while I watered my plants or she made food for Deshoni.
I smiled between sips, thinking of her dimpled smile.
I'd just got my dream girl and I couldn't lose her.
No fuckin' way would I allow that shit to happen.
I tossed back the remnants of my wine when I heard small steps shuffling behind me. I set my glass down, and small arms circled my stomach. Travel placed her head on my back. The warmth of her body and presence brought me the security that I needed. It felt so good to have my girl back.
"I'm sorry for staying away from you, Trek.
You did absolutely nothing wrong. I'm not mad at you, nor do I blame you for anything.
Still, I have to be honest. I'm so scared.
I never thought Mook could hurt me, let alone pull a gun on me.
Trek, I don't wanna go to work or school without you.
I'm too afraid. Mook is going to hurt me.
I can feel it." Travel released a sniffle before she quietly sobbed.
I brought her around me and placed her on my lap.
Travel's head rested on my chest like my chain.
It broke my heart again to see my baby so scared.
Mook's ass would pay. There wouldn't be shit he could do about it.
I'd never tell Travel, but if one day she came to me and wanted to know, I'd be honest.
I kissed her head and held her closer to me.
"Travel, you're the only person walking this Earth who knows me. Not even my family knows me the way you do. With that being said, you have to know with your whole heart that I'll never let anything happen to you. Do you believe me?"
She nodded. "Yes, I do," she voiced between sniffles.
"Good girl. I purchased you a gun, and you will learn how to use it.
One rule, though. If you pull it, you have to use it.
The only reason I didn't shoot Mook was because you were there, but that shit won't happen again.
If you find yourself in a life-or-death situation and you have to pull it, use it, baby.
It's your life or theirs, and I prefer it to be you who lives to tell the story.
Secondly, I hired an associate of mine to follow you for a while.
He's highly trained and licensed to kill.
You won't see him, but he'll see you, so you can feel comfortable going to work, class, shopping, to your parents, or wherever without me.
I got you covered, baby. Please know that I do. "
"Thank you. I feel much better than I did a minute ago. I appreciate you so much, my love."
"No, thank you is needed. It's my job to make sure you're safe at all times. Would you like me to make you some tea or run you a bath to help you relax?" I quizzed.
"No, thank you. I showered already."
"Alright. Is there anything else I can do?"
"Yeah, you can." Travel rose from my lap and slipped the straps of the long maxi dress from her shoulders. It hit the floor. She stepped out of it. "I need to feel you."
My eyes roamed over her soft, moisturized skin. Her body was tea. My dick sprang to life from the masterpiece. If she wanted to feel me, I'd make sure she'd get what she wanted.
I stood from my seat and picked her up. Travel's legs wrapped around my waist as I guided her to my playroom. I needed my girl to take me for a ride.