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“I ain’t ever heard a woman call a nigga boring that be folding her ass up and have her ass making faces like you be making.”

“Okay, next subject.” She blushed, grinning. “And I meant boring with your drink choices. You could never be dull, even if you wanted to. For one, you’re too damn fine. Bitches wouldn’t care if you were a mute, looking like that.”

We chortled subtly just as the waitress returned with the drinks and took orders for the appetizer and main courses. We both opted for the wagyu steaks, even though I knew Daylin wouldn’t finish half of the shit she’d ordered. She swore she’d take it to the room to eat later though.

It wasn’t too long before the food came, and by this time, Daylin had decided to sit next to me instead of across, which a nigga preferred anyway.

“Must be good, baby. You ain’t said shit since that plate was set down.” I took a sip of my cognac.

“My bad.” She smirked. “It is. I honestly haven’t had a steak this good since Cynthia made one for me.”

“Yeah, Cynthia is a beast with them fucking steaks.” I cosigned.

After taking a sip of her cocktail, she looked over and up at me, so I kissed her, not giving a fuck about the glossy shit slathered on her lips that had lasted through two drinks, an appetizer, and now food.

“I was expecting to be fed more humbly when I was . . . being held by you.” She lowered her voice for the latter half of her sentence. “But nope; it was steaks, stuffed chickens, and more.

“I liked you, Baby,” I spoke truthfully. “I wasn’t ’bout to feed you no old bread and porridge.”

We chuckled in unison.

“So you fed me that well because you liked me?” She had brightened so much that she could light up a room, the sight making me titter.

“I had to keep you locked down, but I wanted to make sure you were comfortable. Told you the main reason I snatched you up in particular was because I wanted to fuck with you,” I explained just before I ate a piece of my steak. I could feel Daylin watching me, especially because she was cuddled up under a nigga as she ate. “What?” I asked, slightly amused by her enamored ass stare.

Shrugging one shoulder, she replied, “I don’t know. That’s sweet. The amazing food, getting my oral hygiene products—even though you didn’t do the same for my body and face—the books. Even though I was there against my will, I don’t think I’ve ever been treated better by a man.”

Pressing my lips to hers a few times, I said, “First nigga and the last nigga to do it.”

“Yep.” She smirked happily, getting back into her food. “Still, you choosing me instead of my siblings because you wanted to get with me makes you a bit crazy, babe.”

“I’ve been called worse.”

It took forever for us to finish because of the kiss breaks, and then Daylin, per usual, was talking about every fucking thing under the sun.

I wasn’t the most talkative nigga, only really speaking around her and my brothers, but I enjoyed listening to shit she said. The natural segues she took to move from one topic to another without fail was admirable.

Some people went to the beach, allowing the waves to calm their spirits or even rolled one up and hoped the weed did it, but listening to my baby prattle on about random shit was what I sought out whenever a nigga needed some tranquility. Nothing better than coming home after a long ass day and listening to Daylin run her fucking mouth to me.

We ate dessert and then headed straight back to the room, which neither of us could wait for. Daylin led me there by hand, and I enjoyed the sway of her ass and hips, plus the backs of her smooth knees the entire route.

Her ass was jiggling perfectly in the thin ass dress, making me reach under it from behind to see if she had on any panties. I was disappointed when the pads of my fingers were met with the material of what she’d told me was a G-string.

“Rah. Hold your horses.” She chided me, and I laughed because of how corny her choice of words were.

Handing over our key, I pressed my extremely hard dick against her ass as she worked to unlock our door while I sucked on her sweetly scented neck. She moaned when I reached around her, brushing the barely-there ass material of her panties against her already swollen clit. My mouth watered at the thought of how it looked, and a nigga couldn’t wait to have her spread eagle as I licked her pussy.

“Can’t wait to put my tongue in that,” I admitted aloud. “I’m real hungry too, baby, so I hope you ready to feed a nigga for hours.”

“Rah, I can’t focus. Stop.” She whimpered, making me remove the key from her soft hands and unlock the door myself with ease.

As soon as we stepped inside, I picked her up and put her on the counter, groping her ass as I wedged myself between her legs. She was so soft and smelled so fucking good that my senses seemed to be going off the fucking charts.

“I hope they got Plan B’s out here ’cause I’m ’bout to tear yo’ ass up,” I admitted honestly.

“Wait, wait.” She giggled a little drunkenly. “Go sit down, and I will come to you in a little bit.”

“Day.” I nodded down to the tent I’d pitched.