And I did. I took every fucking swipe and slurp, cumming thrice before I had to physically push his head away. The cocky grin that covered his face had been earned. He undressed, then stroked his dick as he climbed back into bed.
Draco connected our lips and kissed me passionately, tenderly, as we connected at our centers. I gasped, mouth hanging open as he filled me like a Thanksgiving meal. Being one with him felt spiritual. It wasn’t just sex or a physical release; it was so much more than that.
His strokes were slow and methodical, and for some reason, the care and time he took only made me emotional. I saw how much attention Draco paid to me as he ushered me into my first orgasm. Slow, building the tempo,... alternating between choking me and fondling my breasts. Medium strokes edging me to the point of climax before he paused and gave me time to come down. Draco did that five times before I begged to cum, and when I did, I came harder and longer than I ever had in my life.
When I felt myself about to cry, I covered my face, but that didn’t work with Him. Not only was he in tune with my emotions, capable of understanding them sometimes before Idid, but he never let me run from anything I was feeling. Draco lowered my hands and kissed my tears away while assuring me that he was mine. That I was his. That I was safe with him. That my body was too.
Chest to chest, he rocked me into another slow orgasm before asking, “Can I fuck you now, boo?” breathlessly.
“Mhm,” I confirmed, nodding my head rapidly.
He pulled out just long enough to put me on my hands and knees before sliding back inside. The perfect hand placement kept me arched and confined to the bed as he drilled my pussy. Whimpers and whining turned into moans as he pleasurably pummeled my pussy. I felt the moment I was about to squirt and tried to warn him and scoot up, but while one of his hands was wrapped around my hair, the other stayed firmly against my back. Regardless of how I tried to shift to relieve the pressure, it was impossible.
“Oh my God!” I cried out, convulsing as I came and squirted.
“Nah.” A hard smack to my ass only intensified the pleasure. “I’m Him. Callmyfuckin’ name.”
“Yes, Him. Ooh shit. That feelssogood, bae.”
My fists gripped the sheets as I bounced against him, riding the wave until my spine stopped tingling and my pussy stopped leaking. Only then did Draco pull out and shoot his seeds onto my back. I plopped down onto the bed, breathing raggedly. He used the comforter to wipe my back off before using my ankle to flip me onto my side.
“You tapping out on me already?” he asked, sliding back into me.
“Him,” I moaned through trembling lips as he squeezed my ass and filled me with long, upward strokes. “Oh my G?—”
Hissing, I clung to him as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
He kept my leg up as my back arched and toes curled. My body warmed as I fought the instant pressure building within me. I’d never felt a man so deeply, so close to my heart. It was like he was literally making his way to my heart through my pussy, connecting us as one. That was when I realized we weren’t just making love, and we weren’t just fucking. We were creating a soul tie, and when he tilted my head and demanded I look in his eyes while he made me cum, I prayed that tie never unraveled and released me from him.
Waking up with Cordova in my arms felt amazing. I cooked her breakfast and had a bouquet of flowers scheduled for delivery before we parted ways. I needed to go to the arcade and make sure they were good for a party tonight before going to see my folks. Apparently, something had happened if they were summoning me.
A week had passed since our first date, and we’d settled into a comfortable routine. We alternated between sleeping at her place and mine. Quite frankly, I didn’t care where we slept as long as it was together. Now that we’d started, I didn’t want to stop. I’d never had a more peaceful sleep than what I got next to her.
As I pulled into the warehouse, I checked my phone to make sure Cordova hadn’t texted me back. I’d planned to take her to Rose Valley Hills this weekend before it got too cold. Whatever she asked for, whatever she wanted, I wanted to provide.
The Wife: This weekend is perfect pooh. I’m not scheduled to work.
Perfect. We’ll leave Friday morning and come back Monday morning if that’s cool with you?
After sending the text, I went into the warehouse. By the time we were done, Cordova should have been off from work, and I couldn’t wait to get to my girl. I couldn’t wait to lay up under her. She was truly my peace. Yeah, I had a version of it that I maintained on my own, but Cordova was an incubator. Whatever I gave her, she doubled. She increased my happiness and my peace, and I didn’t give a fuck how much of a sap it made me look like… Being around her was my favorite place to be. I valued her more than anything and planned to spend the rest ofmy life keeping her so happy and satisfied that she never wanted to leave me.
“Wassup?” I spoke, closing the door of Pops’ office behind me.
“Maaan, say,” Keem said. “Ya boy been on one all week.”
“Who?” I asked, leaning against the door as I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Brandon,” Pops said. “He’s been scoping out my trap houses and following my dealers. He hopped out on a few of my young niggas and stole they product. He made sure to tell them they could work for him if I let them live. You know how I feel about niggas losing my shit and not having my fucking money. He’s taunting me and trying to make me move, and you know I don’t let no nigga control me.”
I exhaled a hard breath and tilted my head. “So what you gon’ do? I know you would usually kill anyone who let someone take their product.”
“I’ma let ’em live. If I kill ’em, I don’t want my men thinking they aren’t safe with me. It’s a certain level of fear and respect they gotta have to keep them loyal, but there’s a thin line. If they start to fear me too much, they’ll leave, and I don’t have time to bring in new men.”
“Now that he’s dragged us into this, I’m cool with us going to war,” Clover said. “He fucked up stealing that product and should have kept his focus on getting the house.”
“Well, whenever y’all make a move, just let me know. I want in,” I said, and Clover immediately shook his head.
“Nah. You wanted out, remember?”
