Thirty-Six
The walk to Taz’s suite is silent. The air between us is filled with tension, but not the bad kind, the sexy I’m about to rip your clothes off kind. Taz pulls me through the front door and is clearly on a mission. He doesn’t stop to give me a tour. Looking around as he drags me along, I notice that like his office, his suite is very masculine. There isn’t the manly sports shit all over the place like he has in his office, which is a plus. What makes it so manly is the dark hardwood floors and straight lines. The most surprising thing is that it is modern. There is actual décor in the living space, and it’s a decent size. The couches are not leather, which is incredibly shocking, but black. Everything else is understated but goes well in the room. Of course, he has a big flat screen mounted on the wall with an entertainment center in the same dark wood as the other accent furniture. As expected, there are game consoles and controllers and games, but he’s placed them in a way that doesn’t make them look like an eyesore. From what I see, I’m not mad at the space, mainly because I will share it with him for now or forever if Taz has anything to say about it.
A small smile creases my lips at that thought. I should be scared or second-guessing this decision, but I’m not. This feels right. It feels like this is where I’m supposed to be. My parents’ history should have me holding back, but I can’t find it in me to do that. I want him–all of him.
Taz pulls me into his bedroom. In the darkness, a king-size bed has nightstands and lamps on either side and two dressers split by a standing light on either side of the room. There is a sitting area with a bookshelf with an oversized chair next to a large window that takes up most of the wall on that side of the room, and again, I’m impressed by what I see. Taz pulls me slowly along until we are standing in a beautiful bathroom.
A large tub, his and hers standing sinks, a built-in open wall closet filled with towels and other items, and a separate standing shower. I assume the toilet is behind the only other door in the room. The bathroom is lighter than the other spaces. The floors are the same deep hardwood, but the counters are marble, and the cabinets are off-white with gold accents. Taz walks, lifts me, and sits me on the counter between his and her sinks. I hiss when the cold counter touches my thighs, then moan when the relief from the cold counter gives my injured thigh. Taz pauses for a second, searching my face. Then he leans in and gives me a quick peck on the lips once he determines I won’t keel over. He moves around the room, getting the shit he needs, turning the shower on to warm up, grabbing towels. I marvel at the space and the little touches here and there. When he stops to look around, he slowly turns back to me, and the heat in his eyes has my breath hitching,
“Strip.”
The way he is looking at me has me rubbing my thighs together. The need that courses through me is almost blinding. The lust in his dark eyes has my panties wet and a moan of anticipation leaving me. I didn't realize that he’d already stripped down, and my mouth waters at the sight of him. How in the fuck did I get so damn lucky? The man is sex personified, and I’m not even remotely mad at it. I take him in from head to toe, noticing and narrowing my eyes at the bruise on his ribs, stopping my perusal of his large, hard, firm body.
He cuts into my thoughts. “Your pops and I had a chat. It's all good, tornado. Come here.” he says with a hungry growl.
My eyes snap up to his. My brows draw together as I look at him. When the fuck did he and Prez disagree? That shit looks fresh as hell. And I know the fucker he fucked up didn’t get many hits in, and not enough to do that. Taz shakes his head at me, clearly reading my mind.
“Nope, we are not talking about it. What and why is between your pops and me. Let's leave it at that. Come here.” He growls again with more force and base in his voice, and my feet move despite my brain's protest.
I said it once, and I’ll say it again. I’m one of those girls being led around by her pussy strings because, without question or a word of retort, I do what he says. Yep, I’m dick-whipped.
Even with my pussy being a needy little whore, a part of me is silently fuming. Why in the hell did he and Gunner disagree? And then it hits me, and my steps falter. Yeah, Gunner is my father and all that, for fuck's sake–men are so damn stupid. I shake my head. That mocha motherfuckhead put his hands on my boo thang. What kind of old-fashioned, touch my daughter and die bullshit is this? My mind runs through all the ways I can make Daddy dearest pay. Fuck what Taz says. Nope, he will get a little Demon Bellamy for his troubles, father or not. He may not catch these hands, but he will get something a little better. I smirk, then shutter when I feel Taz’s hands on me.
Taz slowly kneels in front of me. His hand is on my bare calf, unlacing my boots. He takes them off, and my socks come off next. Without standing, he reaches up, undoes my shorts, and pulls them with my underwear down my legs, being careful of my bandage that at some point needs to be changed. I watch him and try to keep my breathing even because right now, my body is humming with a need for him to take me and make me his all over again.
“I’m going to leave this on,” he says without looking at me, lightly touching my bandaged thigh. “Doc uses shit that is waterproof.” His voice is stern, but I don’t think it has anything to do with me. “Working with a bunch of bikers that don’t listen to shit, he got smart. After we shower, I’ll clean and replace it.” he says, kissing my bandaged thigh, causing me to shutter. He continues with his task of undressing me.
I'm glad I'm the girl who likes to keep things nice and clean. I trimmed my lady bits with a landing strip pointing to heaven. He pulls my shirt over my head once my shorts and underwear are discarded. I see a grimace cross his face, and now I know why he had done it earlier, renewing my resolve to get a little daughter payback on dear old Dad. I get lost thinking about how I will get his ass for being an overprotective dick.
Taz doesn’t notice the change in me, or maybe he does and ignores it. He pulls me toward the shower, opening the glass door, causing steam to fill the room. Taz pulls me in and I like the good Black man he is. He stops to stare at my hair and then back down at me. He pulls me to the furthest corner of the shower and steps out. Looking back at me, he says, “Don’t move,” and leaves me staring after him. This whole listening to him when he tells me stuff is getting out of hand. As I’m about to step forward, trying to figure out how not to get my hair wet while washing this exhausting day off my body, the shower door opens. Taz steps in with narrowed eyes, knowing exactly what I’m about to do. He lifts his hand, showing me what's in it, and it pisses me all the way the fuck off, and I’m about to lose my entire shit on this motherfucker.
He steps in close to me. We are nearly chest to chest, and he growls out his words, “First, calm that shit right the fuck down. My sisters always complain about forgetting their shower caps at Mom's house when they come for visits. Along with a bunch of other girly shit, so I stocked up and had a shit ton of it here for them. Ain’t no other bitch that isn't blood has used this shower or been in my space the sixteen years I’ve been in this club.” He kisses my lips, and I take a minute to respond, but he keeps going. My body relaxes, and without a word, he opens and puts the cap on me as I stare at him with my mouth wide open. He chuckles, turns away from me, and quickly washes his body. When he’s satisfied, he turns and does the same to me. And damn, does he do a damn good job of working me up?
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Thoroughly cleaned and dried, the bandage has been taken care of. Taz pulls me out of the bathroom and into his bedroom toward the bed. He looks down at me with heated eyes. My pussy quivers. Trailing my eyes from his face and down his bare body, I marvel at his muscles on full display and the deep ‘V’ that leads down to the motherfuckin’ promise land. Oh, lawd this man in all his glory. His cock bobs as pre-cum glistens. Heaven. My body heats with anticipation of what's to come. His hand goes to my chin, and he lifts my eyes to him; the heat I see reflected at me has my knees nearly buckling. When he leans down, I expect a kiss and lean forward. His head shifts, and his lips are next to my ear. I try not to squirm and show my disappointment. His hot breath tickles my neck, and as he breathes me in, letting out his after pressing his hard cock against my belly.
“Don’t move a goddamned inch, Bellamy.” He moans, shifting his hips, rubbing pre-cum on my belly.
My arousal drips down my thighs, my thighs clench together, trying to relieve the pressure. I moan as he kisses my neck. Never in all my life have I allowed any man to tell me what to do, but this man rules me, and I don’t understand. But I damn sure know I can't make it easy for him. Look up at him with defiance in my eyes.
“Who the f…”
Before I can even finish the sentence, his hand goes to my throat, cutting off my words. He is not holding me hard enough to cut off my airway, just enough to say show me who is in charge–and it ain’t me.
“Shut. Up.” Taz nips at my neck.
“Fuck.”
He trails kisses from my jaw to the side of my lips while holding my neck captive. He pulls away before reaching my lips and stares into my eyes, begging me to defy him. Oh, I want to defy him to see what he’ll do. I narrowed my eyes at him. One of his brows lifts, and he stares at me. Challenging me, his hand around my throat tightens slightly. Bringing both of my hands to the wrist of the hand holding me by my neck.
“You…”
Taz responds by squeezing my neck again and narrowing his eyes dangerously, and a dark shadow crosses his eyes. He pulls me closer to him, by my throat, so close that we are chest to chest. I can feel his heart beating in time with my own. His cock leaks pre cum onto my stomach, and I shiver.
“Don’t test me… or do,” the smirk he gives me is predatory.
Leaning forward, he kisses me lightly on my lips. Pulling back slightly, his other hand comes to my nipple, and he tweaks it hard. Pain morphs into pleasure. With a chuckle, he pulls away, his eyes remaining on mine as he twists and pulls at my nipple. My body shakes, and I know good and damn well this man is… Oh fuck, fuck…. His hand leaves my nipple before the orgasm takes over, and I let out a little whimper filled with the need to come. The build-up of my orgasm from his nipple play dissipates slightly. But he isn’t letting me off the hook that easily.
His hand shifts down between us. Taz pinches my clit while simultaneously shoving one of his legs between mine, opening me up to him. He works my clit hard and ruthlessly, rubbing rough and fast circles. My breaths come out in pants, my moans are loud, and my body shakes as my orgasm comes fast and hard. Not allowing me to come down, his hand around my neck tightened, and two fingers slammed into my pussy, and I let out a soundless scream. Bright lights burst behind my eyes, and my knees buckled from the orgasm and being lightheaded from his, cutting off my airway. Fuck. Before I hit the ground, Taz releases my neck, catching me around my waist and holding me to him as he continues to work me through my orgasms that seem not to want to end.
When he feels my orgasm waning, he slows his movements and pulls his fingers from me. Lifting his hand, he smears my release on my lips as he stares at me. I don’t know if he has a twin because I see two of him now. My head is so blissed out that I don’t know what is up or down. I hear a chuckle, and Taz squeezes me closer, lifting me off the ground with his arm around my waist. My body feels weightless. The haze doesn’t clear when he places me in the center of his bed.
Staring down at me with lust in his eyes, Taz crawls up my body. I look up at him, wanting and needing more of him, needing all of him. His thumb goes to my closed lip, rubbing my release back and forth onto them. My tongue juts out and licks his thumb, sucking it into my mouth. His eyes become darker, and he has a hiss of anticipation. Pulling his thumb from my mouth, his hand goes to my jaw. With a smirk. He sits up, lifting his weight from me. He crawls up my body, his firm ass hovering over my bare breasts as he leans forward. One hand goes to the headboard as he looks down at me. His other hand strokes his rigid cock. Looking at him, I moan and lick my lips. The need to taste him is nearly overwhelming.
“Open your mouth.” he growls in a guttural tone.
His dick kisses my lips, and slowly, my tongue slips through my lips to lick the pre-cum from him. My eyes roll to the back of my head at his taste. After a few more licks and hisses from him, the hand that was on the headboard comes to my chin, and his rigid cock pushes into my lips.
“Open.”
My mouth opens wide, taking him to the back of my throat and beyond. My nose touches the splattering of pubic hair, and I swallow. He hisses, and I hum in satisfaction, with him still in the back of my throat. His hips initially pump slowly, but he can’t hold back for long. With no having a gag reflex, I can take all of him, and he watches me with amusement in his eyes. Fire burns in his eyes as the haze that had a hold over me consumes him. I can feel my saliva mixed with his pre-cum dripping down my chin, but I don’t care. I watch him watching me. My hands go to his thighs as I bob my head, licking, sucking, and swallowing his cock. It isn’t long before his hand goes to the back of my head, and he pulls it up, holding it in place, his thrusts becoming more frantic.
“Oh, fuck… shit tornado, fuck me, shit fuck. Fucking shit. You have no mother… fuck shit. Damn it. Fuck me… gag… oh shit… reflex…”
Taz grabs both sides of my head, ripping the shower cap off and grabbing the puff I still have in a hair tie. I swallow him whole again and again. He slumps forward. He no longer makes sense, only broken words and grunts as he chases his release. Staring down at me, he watches as his dick appears and disappears down my throat each time. He lets out a low moan.
Licking, sucking, and swallowing him, I bring my hand up to his balls and work them, twisting, squeezing, and massaging them. My other hand is on his leg, keeping me upright, but I’m dying for another release and debating if I can hold myself up and work myself over while caring for my man. Faster than I can comprehend, he has his hands out of my hair and under my armpits. Taz pulls me from under him like a man possessed. He shoves himself back and pulls me so that I am straddling him. My legs are on either side of him, and he slams me down onto his cock. I feel a slight twinge in my injured leg, but I refuse to let it show. His head goes to my neck as he says,
“Fucking shit.” We both hiss when he adjusts me, his forehead resting on mine as I grind myself onto him.
“I do not… want… to… know how you got… so fucking good at that… Because I’m liable to kill every motherfucker… you have ever known.” He lifts his head and stares into my eyes. We are both panting, and I look up at him with a mischievous smirk, which just hit a nerve. Just the way I wanted it to because he pistons into me, no longer giving a damn about my injured leg. His legs tense, and he destroys me, bringing me to orgasm repeatedly before chasing his release and finding his own.
For the rest of the night, he tears my pussy all the way the fuck up and thoroughly. And without a care in the world, he did not pull out or use a condom. I will be pregnant before either of us knows it.
The thing is, I’m not mad about it.
This motherfucker is mine now. I dare a bitch to try me because I’ll cut any bitch that thinks they will ever get a taste of his dick.