Page 83 of Own It

“No, just for you.” I allowed him to peck me lightly so he wouldn’t ruin my lipstick.

“Good. I don’t even know how a nigga could focus knowing you out with ya friends and shit looking like that.”

We chuckled in unison as he reached to open the cases he’d set down. He opened the burgundy ones that bore the name Cartier in gold script, to reveal a diamond encrusted love bracelet. It was the most expensive piece of jewelry that I’d ever been in the same room with. I made good money but not enough to where I felt comfortable splurging at this jewelry store in particular.

“Rah.” I gasped as he used the tiny screw to open it before putting it around my wrist. It looked perfect against the Rolex he’d gifted me with breakfast with my initials in the face.

He kissed my neck after putting the screw back in to close the bracelet, then he opened the next one to reveal a yellow gold Juste un Clou bracelet with diamonds halfway around it. He slipped that one onto me with a kiss to the other side of my neck, and something about this encounter had me wanting to fuck instead of go out.

Lastly, he opened the black oblong case to expose a necklace that he had me turn around to put on. It was a gold locket with R and D engraved in it. I realized all this jewelry had been procured a while ago, because a lot of it was custom or available upon request shit.

“Never take that off,” he added with a kiss to the nape of my neck.

I couldn’t help but to reach around the back of him, caressing the back of his neck. He smelled good and looked even better in the Prada polo styled shirt, dark jeans, and Jordans. Plus, I just loved the way his gold jewelry looked against his onyx skin. He was darker than chocolate, with skin so smooth and radiant as if he’d actually been carved from the stone.

“Yes, sir.” I damn near moaned, feeling him hold me, back against his chest, ass to his dick since I wore heels. Still, I was much shorter than him, considering he stood at six feet, five or six inches.

His big hands caressed up my thighs until he lightly brushed the pads of his fingers against the seat of my panties.

Suckling on my neck, he whispered, “Save that for me.”

He could feel the slight dampness on my lace underwear as I closed my eyes, wondering if a connection this deep was even healthy. How I went from a man I had no issue with abstaining from sex around to one I could barely sit in the room with without pouncing on was insanity.

Turning in his arms, I started to unbuckle his jeans, and he stood in place, allowing me.

Assisting me as I got onto my knees, he guided my face so that I could look up at him as I twirled my tongue around the head of his girthy, lengthy dick.

“Mmm.” I moaned, slowly taking him in my mouth inch by inch.

He was too big for me to take in fully, so I sucked him in until he was touching the back of my throat then used both hands to massage the rest of his shaft as I slobbered on it.

“B-baby. Fuck.” He groaned, hands tangling in my coils as I bobbed on his dick, mouth filled with saliva and my jaws sinking in.

I held nothing back, not caring about the drool that began to decorate the bathroom floor from how messily I was sucking him off. We moaned together, my clit throbbing intensely as he hit the back of my throat, uncaring about the way I choked a little bit. I could tell he enjoyed that.

His hands drew together, creating a fist around my strands as he started to hump my face. Removing one hand from his shaft, I toyed with his balls while continuing to stroke his shaft with the other as I choked on it as much as I could.

“Mm.” I cooed again, eyes watering as he made me look up at him, steering my head upward by my hair while he pumped my throat at a mild pace.

“You ’bout to make me nut. Shit.”

I wanted to tell him likewise since my throbbing clit was about to bring me to an orgasm simply from sucking dick, but my mouth was too full.

“Ah.” I moaned around him as I finished, drenching my thin underwear just before Rakim held the head of his dick at the back of my throat while he came.

I sucked until I took in every drop before he pulled me up and shoved his tongue in my mouth, hands under my dress and groaning at the sopping wet seat of my panties.

“Let’s clean up, go eat, and you can fuck me all night.” I spoke against his lips before he tongued me down again, ruining my makeup even more, but I didn’t care. I’d worn it for him.

“In this dress.”

“In this dress,” I confirmed.

We cleaned up, which took a good forty-five minutes since I had to brush my teeth, fix my makeup, take a ho bath, and then get a fresh pair of panties. Rakim had to clean his dick which I opted to do for him.

Leaving, he put his jacket around me because it was freezing, and this dress basically only covered my ass and breasts. I loved the way Rakim couldn’t keep his eyes and hands off me. I hated when men acted like I was a piece of meat, but being desired by a man you had feelings for was something different, miraculous.

During the entire drive, his hand rested on my exposed thigh and my hand atop his while we listened to music. He let me control it, handing over his phone, which was unexpected, but it felt nice to know he was so open with me that he freely relinquished his phone and divulged the code.