Page 221 of Own It
“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.”
I’d broke into the nigga’s lil spot, kidnapped him—my specialty—and brought him out to the woods to play.
Shaking his head before his words could form, he replied, “Nah. I-I wasn’t. I was just, um, see—”
“I already know the truth, nigga. And see, I tried to let you go free because I thought you understood that I took Daylin and she was mine—end of fucking story. But nah, you couldn’t just take that L and move the fuck on, huh? You had to attempt to poach my people, but what you don’t understand is, nigga, I run my shit off loyalty and respect. Niggas who make money under me would never betray me, because they respect me, and they loyal to a nigga.
