30. Rakim #2
“So.” She moved my hand from her stomach. “This is a vacation for us, meaning no work, Rakim.” She shook her head, folding her arms as she stared out the window. “The sun is down already.”
“I know. I’m gon’ make it up to you.” I pulled into the driveway of the home we’d been staying in, then climbed out to assist her in doing the same.
Once she was to her feet, close against my chest, I cradled her face and kissed her. She attempted not to reciprocate but eventually did, smiling against my lips.
“I still don’t forgive you,” she whispered.
“What can a nigga do?”
“Buddy read my next book with me,” she said, laughing heavily when she noticed the way I tensed.
“Daylin.”
“Rakim.” She lifted her brows. “Either that or I can be upset for the remainder of the trip, which also means no sex.”
“Can I try something else first? And if you still mad at a nigga, I’ll buddy read or whatever the fuck it’s called.”
“Fine.” She rolled her eyes as I took her hand into mine. “But I can promise you it won’t work.”
I chuckled, saying, “Aight.”
I led Daylin into the home and then straight through to the backyard that was equipped with a porch and private access to the beach. She started to run her fucking mouth about it being too late to go on the beach until we stepped out there, the scenery rendering her silent.
“Rah.” She murmured at the sight of beach sand before us, littered with rose petals, electric candles, red, pink, and white balloons, all leading up to a sign made of roses asking if she would marry me.
Her hand fell from mine as she shielded her mouth, eyes glossing over as she looked between me and the setup, walking so slow she might as well have been going backward.
“Come on, woman.” I snickered at her, waving her down the makeshift aisle lined with petals.
“This is . . . oh my gosh.” She still hadn’t dropped her hands from her pretty mouth as tears began to ski down her supple cheeks.
When I got down on one knee, she gasped and looked away as if she didn’t know this was happening and couldn’t bear to look.
“Look at me, Baby.” I begged, and after a few seconds, she turned to peer down at me.
“From the first time I saw you, I knew you were special, and low-key, that shit scared the fuck out of me. I hadn’t forgotten about you since, Daylin, and when I got the crazy ass idea to help my cousin, the fact that you were the doctor’s daughter was nothing short of serendipity.
As wild and delusional as the shit may sound, I felt like it was a sign from God telling me to go get you. And I’m happy as fuck that I did, Baby.
“You are truly the best thing to ever happen to me. It wasn’t boxing, it wasn’t my businesses, it was you.
I couldn’t imagine and don’t want to imagine what the fuck my life would be like had I not kidnapped you.
” I smiled, and she giggled through the abundance of tears she’d shed.
“Life before you was just some monotonous shit on autopilot to the point where I can barely remember it. Only after you did the days become memorable and worth memory banking. If I thought you would’ve accepted the first night I encountered you, I would’ve proposed then, but a nigga ain’t that crazy.
So now that I love you, and I’m pretty sure you love me, will you marry me?
” Unable to help it, I kissed the small pudge in her dress that had only just started to form.
“Of course, and if you asked that night at the party, I probably would’ve said yes.” She beamed, her eyes gleaming as I chuckled while sliding the ring onto her finger.
Rising to my feet, I bent down to allow her to circle my neck with her arms as we kissed.
My hands grabbed at her plump and perfect ass as I tongued her down, incapable of ignoring the way goosebumps arose along my skin at the feeling of her warm body against mine and the scent of her skin and hair. I was obsessed for real.
“Did this work, or do I still have to work for the forgiveness?”
“No, this worked.” She sniffled.
“I’ll still do it though.”
“What?” She lit up. “Buddy read?”
“Yeah.” I shook my head as she grinned. “And anything else that have you looking like that.” I pecked her, picking her up since my back had started to hurt from trying to meet her at her height.
“Even though it’s a figure skater romance?” She smirked as I laid her down on the blanket I’d placed out here. When my lips parted in shock, she broke into laughter. “It’s fantasy. Relax.”
“I still would’ve read it. I wouldn’t have liked that shit though.” I wedged myself between her legs as she cracked up.
Trailing my lips up her neck, I thrust my mouth against hers while running my hands up her dress to tug on her panties. Gliding them past her thick thighs, I used my free hand to expose her nipple in the slinky dress she wore before sucking it into my mouth.
“Mmm, I love you, Rah.” She arched her back as I moved to the opposite nipple while taking her underwear completely off.
Moving downward, I shoved her dress up to suck on her stomach slowly, coaxing a moan out of her as the slight breeze cooled us down. The electric candles and extravagant set up gave us just enough light but not too much to ruin the fucking mood.
Face to face with her pussy, I sucked and licked on her inner thighs, the smell of her teasing me. Kissing her lower lips, I basked in the way she whimpered, her nails gliding along my fade as I started to suck on her clit.
Sloppily, I lapped at her bud before circling it with my tongue while palming the insides of her thighs to keep her legs ajar.
“Fuck,” I mumbled, overly enjoying myself and the way she dampened my beard as I attacked her clit and under the hood.
“You taste different too,” I said, feeling her body tense and freeze.
She was quiet, so I knew she was about cum.
“But I love it,” I let her know. “Cum, Daylin,” I coached, pushing one leg upward and into her body for more access.
Like clockwork, she started to release just as I slipped my tongue inside of her opening to catch every drop.
“Rah . . . oh . . . fuck . . .” She caressed my head as I went back in for seconds, reaching up to toy and pinch her hardened nipples as I sucked on her pussy.
“Mmm.” Daylin’s voice quivered as she wet the blanket beneath us.
My dick was so hard it was about to poke a hole through the fabric and penetrate the sand.
“Yo’ pussy is beautiful, baby,” I let her know, like always, as I pulled back some to look at it glistening before going back to eat. “I want you to cum for me again before I beat it up,” I told her.
Daylin froze and whimpered, legs starting to shake violently as she came, my tongue inside of her.
I French kissed her lower lips to get all her nectar before trailing my mouth up her body, sucking her nipples while she reached down to unbuckle my jeans.
And for the next hour, I indulged in that pregnant pussy right there on the beach.
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Next week . . .
Tugging on the two doors of my blacked-out van, I opened a bottle of water and doused Shaun so he’d wake up.
“Uh! The fuck!” He gasped, beyond disoriented as he looked around the van before his eyes landed on me.
It was dusk but leading more into darkness as the minutes ticked on.
“What’s up, Shaun?” I smirked, tossing the plastic bottle into the van as I leaned on the door. “Heard you was trying to compete out here.”