Page 77 of Own It

I bounced her slowly, feeling her nails press into my skin as she held onto my neck, doing her best to focus on the way I was sucking her lips in order to reciprocate.

“Rah,” she cooed, pussy becoming wetter with every stroke, yanking a groan from me.

She came, so I bounced her faster, causing her to call out loudly while biting her plump bottom lip.

“Fuck,” I grumbled, realizing I was closer to my nut than I wanted to be.

Tossing Daylin onto all fours, I got behind her, shoving her panties down but not off, and slipping back inside, making us both expel throaty moans. Gripping a handful of her hair, I pounded her pussy, watching the way her ass jiggled against me.

Her hands clawed at the bedding as I fucked her mercilessly, bending down for a moment to suck on her neck without slowing up. Daylin’s mouth was open, but no sound came out for a long while as I pulverized her shit, getting all my aggression out.

“Mmm.” She finally made a sound, body quivering from releasing, but I gave her no time to recoup from it.

I continued to beat her pussy up, spanking her hard enough to leave a mark.

“Don’t ever tell me you won’t fuck me because of another nigga,” I growled, meaning every word. “This my pussy. I’m the only nigga you need to be worried about.” I slammed into her, feeling the way she was drenching the bed and me.

“Y-yes! Okay!” Daylin sniveled, covering me in her sap again.

Letting her hair go, I gripped her plump ass cheeks in my hand, parted them, and pounded her even harder into silence until I was nearing my peak.

“Turn over.” I slipped out, and Daylin listened, opening her mouth wide as she caught on so I could decorate her mouth with my nut.

Once I finished, she licked my head clean before falling back, out of breath and with her panties still stretched around her sexy thighs.

Hovering above her, I pecked her gently a few times before moving down to her neck.

We stayed there kissing for a bit before we went into the bathroom, her urinating while I got the shower started. After cleaning up together, we flossed, brushed, and rinsed with night mouthwash before carrying ourselves upstairs and climbing into my bed.

“I want you to know that if I hadn’t planned on breaking up with Shaun already, I wouldn’t have fucked you.” She lay on my chest.

“I wouldn’t have fucked you if that were the case,” I admitted.

Experiencing what I had, wifing a woman that would throw her box to any nigga paying her attention would be stupid of me. Daylin, though, I knew she was loyal, and to a nigga who didn’t deserve it, so I could only imagine how loyal she’d be to me.

“I’m sore, Rah.” She nudged me when I took one of her nipples into my mouth.

“Just a snack, then I’m done.” I laid her on her back, kissing my way down until I was face to face with her pussy. “Just relax, baby.” I spoke softly, watching her body melt into the bedding as soon as my tongue lapped at her clit.

* * *

Standing on my pops’ doorstep, I became impatient as I waited for him to come to the door.

“Oh, hey.” Some bitch young enough to be my baby sister answered the door, cheesing.

“Sup. Where he at?” I stepped in, ignoring the way she was eyeing me and tackling her appearance a bit in order to spruce herself up for me.

“He should⁠—”

“Rah. What you need?” My father descended the stairs, lighting a cigar. “Go upstairs.” He instructed the girl that was standing beside me for some odd ass reason.

“We need to talk.” I frowned, waving for him to follow me to his den just in case his bitch didn’t take instructions well.

“Aight.” He stood before me, inhaling on the cigar and blowing smoke off to the side.

“Zaire didn’t make it,” I informed. I’d been waiting to see if this nigga would hit me or Josias for an update, but the shit never came.

“Damn.” He huffed, shaking his head, and you’d think I was telling him my homie died and not his son.