18. Daylin #2
He could feel the slight dampness on my lace underwear as I closed my eyes, wondering if a connection this deep was even healthy. How I went from a man I had no issue with abstaining from sex around to one I could barely sit in the room with without pouncing on was insanity.
Turning in his arms, I started to unbuckle his jeans, and he stood in place, allowing me.
Assisting me as I got onto my knees, he guided my face so that I could look up at him as I twirled my tongue around the head of his girthy, lengthy dick.
“Mmm.” I moaned, slowly taking him in my mouth inch by inch.
He was too big for me to take in fully, so I sucked him in until he was touching the back of my throat then used both hands to massage the rest of his shaft as I slobbered on it.
“B-baby. Fuck.” He groaned, hands tangling in my coils as I bobbed on his dick, mouth filled with saliva and my jaws sinking in.
I held nothing back, not caring about the drool that began to decorate the bathroom floor from how messily I was sucking him off. We moaned together, my clit throbbing intensely as he hit the back of my throat, uncaring about the way I choked a little bit. I could tell he enjoyed that.
His hands drew together, creating a fist around my strands as he started to hump my face. Removing one hand from his shaft, I toyed with his balls while continuing to stroke his shaft with the other as I choked on it as much as I could.
“Mm.” I cooed again, eyes watering as he made me look up at him, steering my head upward by my hair while he pumped my throat at a mild pace.
“You ’bout to make me nut. Shit.”
I wanted to tell him likewise since my throbbing clit was about to bring me to an orgasm simply from sucking dick, but my mouth was too full.
“Ah.” I moaned around him as I finished, drenching my thin underwear just before Rakim held the head of his dick at the back of my throat while he came.
I sucked until I took in every drop before he pulled me up and shoved his tongue in my mouth, hands under my dress and groaning at the sopping wet seat of my panties.
“Let’s clean up, go eat, and you can fuck me all night.” I spoke against his lips before he tongued me down again, ruining my makeup even more, but I didn’t care. I’d worn it for him.
“In this dress.”
“In this dress,” I confirmed.
We cleaned up, which took a good forty-five minutes since I had to brush my teeth, fix my makeup, take a ho bath, and then get a fresh pair of panties. Rakim had to clean his dick which I opted to do for him.
Leaving, he put his jacket around me because it was freezing, and this dress basically only covered my ass and breasts.
I loved the way Rakim couldn’t keep his eyes and hands off me.
I hated when men acted like I was a piece of meat, but being desired by a man you had feelings for was something different, miraculous.
During the entire drive, his hand rested on my exposed thigh and my hand atop his while we listened to music. He let me control it, handing over his phone, which was unexpected, but it felt nice to know he was so open with me that he freely relinquished his phone and divulged the code.
We arrived at the rooftop restaurant and were immediately escorted up upon entering the hotel.
As much as I wanted to show off this nice ass dress, it was too damn cold for me to remove my man’s jacket, so I kept it on the entire walk to our table and planned to keep it draped over me for the rest of the dinner.
“This view.” I took it in.
“Not better than mine,” he replied, and I realized his eyes were on me.
“I hate how easily you make me blush.” I sipped the cosmopolitan with the sugared rim.
“Why?” He was leaned back in his chair, looking simply perfect with that full beard, alluring brown eyes, thick brows, and the scar under his eye that had easily become one of my favorite features of his.
“I guess because I’ve never been like this in any relationship. Everything you say, it’s like I wanna bathe in it.”
He chuckled sexily.
“So I’m special, huh?” He used my words.
“You are. More than that. As much as I can’t stand your ex, I’m happy she didn’t see what I see, because she would’ve never let you go,” I confessed.
He took my hand, brushing his soft lips over my fingers once he brought them to his mouth.
“I can admit I like that I got you in a place no man has ever had you. Not that I give a fuck about the moves, plans, or actions of the last nigga, but it’s nice to feel special. A nigga can’t even lie.”
I simpered, absorbing his features, his aura, the way he spoke. Rakim was so masculine and daddy-ish, but the way he could be vulnerable and was so emotionally intelligent at the same time made him all the sexier.
His steak and my lamb chops with herbed fries were delivered piping hot and smelling so good.
Though he got the big ass loaded baked potato for himself, he had no qualms about the fact that after I tasted it, I wanted half of it.
I loved how such a no-nonsense man was so easygoing when it came to me.
“What happened here?” I pointed under my own eye.
He swallowed the bite he’d just taken moments ago and said, “When I got to prison, niggas knew who I was and wanted to prove their bravado by fighting a nigga.” He took a sip of his whiskey.
“This one nigga who’d been there for a lil minute and was kind of like the HNIC in that muthafucka was on that tip too.
Long story short, I put his ass to sleep on the yard, and once I got out the hole for the shit, he caught me off guard and sliced my face.
” Running his finger over the scar, he added, “Tried to get my eye, but his aim was off since I moved.”
“Wow.” I shook my head, still chomping down on this good ass lamb. “Was it like that the whole time? You having to sleep with one eye open?”
“For the most part until my last year. By that time, niggas knew what it was and put the word out anytime new inmates came in. I wasn’t a nigga who liked to walk around with my chest poked out though. I was on some chill shit, but if you came at me, then you got what you got.” He shrugged.
“I love listening to you talk.”
“Is that why you ask me so many questions?” He grinned.
“Do you mind?”
“Nah, not at all. Even when I didn’t know yo’ ass, I didn’t mind. I don’t mind anything you do, but at the same time, I pay it all the mind I got.”
“Ugh. See!” I shielded my face when I blushed, and his deep, husky voice let out a chuckle.
“I’m ya man. It’s cool. I be blushing too.”
“Lies.” I cheesed, watching him smile back at me as he cut more of his steak.
“Real shit. Face be hot as shit when I’m around you.”
I couldn’t do anything but beam as I ate more of my food.
We finished up our meal, and though the plan was to go home, we couldn’t wait, so next thing I knew I was riding him in the back seat.
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THE NEXT MORNING . . .
Rakim pulled to a stop in front of my house and let the car run as he climbed out to help me from the car.
“I don’t need to stay here.” I pouted once I was to my feet and up against him.
Pecking me, he said, “You do as part of the deal. Ya pops gotta know I came through on my end by releasing you.” He looked off. “Plus, he don’t know about this yet.”
“True. I need to think on how I will tell him.” I glanced off briefly.
I wanted him to meet Rakim first because I felt like if my dad knew who Rakim was, there would be no hope. Sure, he would be pissed finding out after, but he’d remember how much he liked him and would possibly be more open to forgiveness.
“You do.” Rakim moved my hair back to admire my face in that way he always did.
“I want you to clear ya head for these next few days or weeks or however long you need, baby. When or if you come back to me, I need it to be because you sat with this and knew hands down this is what you wanted.” He kissed me, holding his lips to mine for a long period.
“I won’t make it if you decide two weeks into fucking with me that you ain’t in it like that. ”
“I won’t.” I all but whined, making him give a closed-mouth snicker. “But I understand.”
We kissed once more before he walked me to my door, carrying all the shit I’d obtained while with him.
“I’m gon’ miss yo’ inquisitive ass,” he let me know as I stood in my doorway.
“You better behave. I have your number which means we are still gonna be talking.” I heightened my brow, making him smile.
“Yes, ma’am.” He stopped me, forcing me to look up into his eyes, before saying, “You it for me. I’m not looking for or open to shit else. Don’t worry about me behaving.”
I nodded.
We pecked repeatedly and about fifty damn times before he turned to walk away. I stood there in the same place for what seemed like forever until he pulled off.
Feeling somber, I went to clean my tub and then ran a bubble bath, because I was sore from the pounding Rakim put on me in bed last night and needed a good, hot soak.
I thought about him so much during my bath that Shaun hadn’t crossed my mind until I was laying down for a nap.
Shit. I forgot about his ass.
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EIGHT A.M. THE NEXT MORNING . . .