10. Daylin #2
“Prison for starters. A nigga having a lover in jail been gay. That’s wild as fuck,” he said, causing me to chortle loudly at my mistake and the thought. “And you can answer that shit for yourself, Day. The fuck?”
“I mean, some of the toughest men go in there and get turned out,” I jested, laughing when he glowered at me.
“You tripping.” He laughed. “I ain’t gon’ front; it’s def some niggas in there doing shit and going home to their wives and baby mamas, but it ain’t like people on the outside make you think.
You don’t walk in that bitch and get raped or turned out.
You come in there acting like a bitch or giving signs that you with that shit, and niggas in there gon’ act accordingly.
Can’t no nigga be turned out; he was already contemplating on the shit.
“I stayed to myself and also made it clear none of that shit was happening, and I had not one nigga even come at me crazy, even a little bit. I fought when I had to, usually ’cause a nigga knew who I was and wanted that, but for no other reason.
So to answer you, baby, hell muthafuckin’ nah.
Wasn’t nothing in there for me to love. I stayed down, celibate, and focused. ”
“I knew. I just wanted to see your face when I asked. So they don’t actually rape men?”
He winced.
“They do, but I only witnessed it happening to niggas who were bitch-made or came in acting a little frilly already. They ain’t approaching no six-feet, six-inch quiet nigga talking about doing shit.”
I guffawed at the thought.
“Come here,” I said.
“You come here.” He leaned back in the chair, biting his lip when I stood up, stepping out of the bath and not caring about the bubbles cascading down my body.
Rakim didn’t care either, as he pulled my wet, naked body toward him, kissing my stomach.
He lifted me and made me straddle him while taking my nipple into his mouth and making me moan softly.
With his free hand, he released himself and positioned me above his thick head that I already felt stretching me.
“Rah.” I whimpered against his mouth as he tried to kiss me while bringing me down onto him fully.
My nails dug into his broad shoulders as he bit my lip, slowly working me down his shaft and giving me time to recuperate with every inch.
“That pussy so fucking wet already.” He smacked my ass, and it stung due to me being covered in water and bubble bath.
Groping my ass with the hand connected to the arm circling my waist, he sucked on my neck while bringing me down further until I was flush to him, gasping for air. No matter how much we fucked, his size and the feeling of him would always shock my system.
As I sat on his dick, I came, body quivering against his as we sucked one another’s lips.
“Fuck.” I whimpered as he started to bounce me gingerly in his lap.
“Fuck, you feel good, baby.” He groaned against my ear before sucking on it. “You gon’ cum for me?” he queried, grabbing at my ass roughly but bouncing me on his dick gently. He was a master at this.
“Umm, yes,” I purred, feeling the stirring in the pit of my stomach. “Rah.” I moaned his name as he took my nipple into his mouth and bounced me harder on him, making me release again.
“You think you can do that shit for me again?” He leaned me back some and put my thighs over his shoulders and started pounding me.
I couldn’t speak, nails digging into his strong forearms as he beat my pussy up with my legs over his shoulders.
“Rah,” I cooed again, biting down on my lip as an orgasm tore through me, making my knees buckle and hit the sides of his face. “Oh my gosh.”
The sounds of my wetness and our skin slapping together echoed around the room, right along with our moans and my snivels.
Gripping the front of my neck, his teeth sunk down into his bottom lip as he hit it harder, rendering me speechless.
“One mo’ time for me, baby. You be acting like you can’t take this dick, but look at you,” he talked, fucking the shit out of me and ignoring the new orgasm I had.
Moments later, he was releasing inside of me at the same time I was cumming again, and it was a new experience for me—an amazing one.
Pulling me upright, he stood, still inside and carrying me toward the shower that was thankfully separated from the bath.
We kissed the entire time that he turned the shower on before walking me to the toilet so I could pee.
As I did, I got a front row to him removing all his clothes, his joggers drenched with my wetness since we’d fucked with his clothing halfway on.
“I need help.” I whimpered and giggled once I was done urinating and realized I couldn’t stand.
Grinning at his work, Rakim neared me and helped me stand before grabbing some flushable wipes and swiping it front to back for me.
“Good?” His brow lifted, and I nodded, staring up into his brown eyes and unable to look away.
“We’ve unlocked a new level with you wiping me.” I smiled, locking my arms around his neck once he picked me up, flushing for me.
“I’ll be ready sixty years from now, just in case.” He pecked me, carrying me into the shower.
“You would still love me if I needed you to wipe me?” I cocked my head, feeling the warm water rinse me off.
“I love you right now and just had to.”
“I mean permanently, not temporarily.”
He regarded me for a moment, then said, “I love you, Daylin. Yo’ spirit and heart could be in a handicapped, cross-eyed bitch’s body, and I would still love you. It’s just the cherry on top that you fine and can wipe ya fucking self.”
I cheesed, feeling my heart race at his words.
I never knew a love like this, and I didn’t think I would ever find it.
That was why he needed to stay alive and free for me.
But as foolish as I thought women who held niggas with life sentences down were, I would become a fool in love right with them if it were Rakim.
After showering, I cooked us some dinner which consisted of crispy, cheesy, shredded chicken tacos with a homemade salsa along with beans and rice. I ended up having to make a few more tacos for him, which he claimed was my fault for forgetting how big he was and only making him four.
“Thank you. I ain’t even no taco type nigga, but this might be my favorite thing you ever made.” He shook his head, staring down into his plate after taking a bite.
I leaned on the counter, eyeing him with a half smile.
“Welcome, baby.” I cleaned up a bit to stall for time before saying, “I want you to meet my family, mainly my parents. My brother doesn’t care what I do romantically—”
“First brother in history,” he replied, making me chuckle.
“Yeah, Cairo was always too wrapped up in his own shit to truly be overbearing. It was nice though. But if I told him someone fucked with me, he would handle their asses.”
“Good. I wasn’t trying to have to fuck yo’ brother up.” Rakim chomped down on his food, a smirk lingering on his sexy face.
“You would do that?” I asked, amused, and he nodded subtly.
“I wouldn’t want to, but shit, I ain’t gon’ let him get outta pocket.
I try to keep my hands to myself because most niggas ain’t worthy opponents and fight like females, only they got egos and try to come back with guns ’cause they lost. But if a nigga start asking for it, I’m gon’ give it to his ass.
“Yo’ brother would get a few more passes before I knocked his ass out, ’cause a nigga love you. Real shit, I’ll knock yo’ pops out, too, if I had to.”
We both guffawed, even though that wasn’t even close to being funny.
“Shut the hell up, Rah. You knock my daddy out, I’m gonna knock you out.” I rounded the counter to near him.
He turned on the stool to welcome me between his legs before he kissed my neck while grabbing at my ass.
“I better chill out then. I ain’t trying to be looking like Tarin. She hot ’cause you knocked her bottom side tooth out.”
“I did?” I gasped.
“Yep.” Rakim snickered and I joined, dropping the napkin in his now empty plate. “Yo’ sister gon’ be cool?” He got back on the topic at hand.
“She can be, but she has her moments. I’m not worried about her though.” I locked my arms around his neck, and he stared down into my face. “I want you to meet them and not tell them who you are exactly. You can tell them later.”
“Not to tell them who I am meaning that I’m the nigga who kidnapped you. He gon’ look me up once he get my name, Day.”
“Correct and I know. He said he tried to find out who you were through Talid’s records but couldn’t locate anything and was too afraid to keep looking.
But I want this because the whole time I dated Shaun, he and my father were beefing, and it was stressful.
No matter how much I begged Shaun to just be chill for me once, he never could. ”
Rakim nodded.
“I got you. I won’t say shit for the first meeting, but at some point, I gotta keep shit a buck. I’ll do my best to keep it respectful, always, if it come down to it and he can’t fuck with a nigga. So long as he don’t say shit to you that’s out of line or disrespectful, I can be cordial.”
“Okay.” I leaned up on my tiptoes to kiss him. “Thank you.” Recalling something, I asked, “When you caught me outside of my warehouse the night of the kidnapping, why did you check my ID if you already scoped me out?”
“Can never be too sure. Had to be certain I was kidnapping my wife.” He winked, and foolishly, I blushed.
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MEET THE CONRADS . . .
Tonight, Rakim would be meeting my parents for the first time, and I was nervous.
It wasn’t because I thought they wouldn’t like him, but I hated that we would be keeping the full truth from them.
Same time, I felt like if my father liked Rakim before he knew the truth, it may be easier to forgive him.
But if he found out upon first meeting, my dad wouldn’t even give it a chance.