Page 25 of Dima
“You so fucking tight.”
I groaned as I tried to force my way in. I only tempered myself with slow pressure because I didn’t want to hurt her. Shehooked one leg around my back, giving me better access to fuck the shit out of her.
Maeve squirmed and thrust, trying to get away and closer at the same time. I held her in place, fully prepared to fuck her into oblivion.
“Yes, girl, you look so fucking good,” Liyah sang through the phone. She was on FaceTime while I got dressed for my date with Dima.
It had been a full week since we had sex in my father’s house. That was something I never saw happening. My relationship with Dima felt like we were testing our luck every day.
We spent all day texting and most nights talking on the phone. I didn’t know what my father would do if he found out, but I was willing to risk it all.
“Thank you, girl. You think he will like it?”
“If he don’t, then he got to be blind.”
I smiled at my best friend hyping me up. This would be my first official date with Dima, so I had to shut shit down. I neededto turn heads when we walked into the spot. I wore a black two-piece set with red crescent moons filling the whole set. It was inspired by Teyana Taylor.
I’d seen her wearing the same two-piece set and had to recreate the look. I even wore red velvet boots and had a long black trench coat just like she wore. I ate the entire outfit up.
“Dima is definitely not blind, so I hope he likes it.”
“Girl, he is going to love it. Might even try to rip you out of that two-piece.”
“Liyah.”
I rolled my eyes at her freaky ass. But she wasn’t lying. I couldn’t read Dima’s mind, but if I could, I’d bet that 99 percent of the time, he was thinking about ripping my clothes off.
“What? You know I’m telling the truth.”
“I wouldn’t mind if he did.”
I snickered, giving her a sly smile.
“Yeah, that’s what your sneaky ass wants. Always calling me out but you the one trying to get hunched on by one of your father’s men for the second time.”
“I won’t deny it, but let me get off this phone. I just heard the doorbell.”
“Okay, girl, have fun. And don’t forget to call me after to give me all the details. I want to know everything. Don’t leave anything out.”
“I will. I love you.”
“Love you too, Best.”
I hung up the phone with Liyah and grabbed my black leather trench coat. I rushed downstairs to open the door for Dima. I still couldn’t believe he was bold enough to knock on my front door with my father in the next room. Dima had proven time and time again that he was not afraid of my daddy. I think that was what had me head over heels for him more than anything else.
“Right on time, I see.”
“I’m always prompt for what I want to show up for. How are you on time and still managed to look this good?”
Dima took my hand and spun me around in a circle. I shimmied my hips, letting him get an eyeful.
“I’m always prompt as well. My father taught me being on time is the highest form of respect.”
“You respect me, huh?”
“Until you give me a reason not to.”
“I don’t plan on doing that.”
