Page 65 of Own It

As soon as my hands were on her waist, she locked her arms around my neck. Gripping a handful of her ass, I yanked her closer, pressing my hard dick against the crotch of her panties and making her coo softly.

“Don’t fuck with my head if this ain’t what you want.” I spoke against her soft lips, kissing her slowly.

I felt her lock her ankles behind me before I kissed her more intensely. It started as pecks, but our lips parted soon after, her sucking my bottom lip into her mouth before I did the same to her. We kept switching before our tongues came in contact, fusing our mouths together even further. She was moaning the whole time as I roughly grabbed on her round ass, dick threatening to break through my sweats and her panties.

“Rah,” she moaned as I dragged my mouth to her neck, reaching down between her legs that were still wrapped around a nigga.

Coming back up to kiss her lips while rubbing the damp seat of her panties, I said, “I wanna eat ya pussy, but only if you want me to.”

“Right here?” She whimpered in between kisses.

“Right here,” I confirmed. “Or wherever. Until you tap out.”

I couldn’t stop from feeling her up. She was soft as hell and filled out perfectly. Her thighs, hips, and ass felt like butter in my fucking hands, driving me crazy at the silky texture. When I said I loved women, I for real meant that shit.

“I can’t,” she moaned against my mouth as I gripped the front of her neck.

“Can’t what? Only thing you need to do is cum, and I don’t need ya assistance for that.” I kept ahold of her neck while speaking against her ear before I gripped the waistband of her panties, about to tear them muthafuckas off.

“Shut up, nigga!” Josias’s voice sliced through the moment, startling Daylin and making me release her underwear before turning around to block her indecent attire. “Oh shit!” Josias lit up at the sight of us as Zaire ran into the back of him before widening his identical eyes as well.

“Fuck is y’all even doing here?” I asked, more irate than usual since my mouth was still watering at the thought of tasting Daylin.

“Fuck is y’all doing?” Josias set a jet-black plastic bag on the counter, clearly from the liquor store. “I knew you was gon’ fuck on yo’ little hostage.” He nodded his head up to Daylin who was, for the most part, concealed behind me. “How you doing?”

“Y’all take that shit to the living room.” I waved for them to leave out, and thankfully, they did, but not before singing the kissing song.

Once shit was clear, I turned to Daylin to help her down.

“Oh my gosh,” she mumbled, a little disoriented.

“My bad, baby. I swear I ain’t know they were coming. They drop by randomly.”

“It’s cool.” She moved her hair from her face while looking down to watch her step, so I picked her up bridal style.

Hooking her arms around my neck as I carried her downstairs, we traded smiles making me peck her gently before opening the door to the bedroom she resided in.

“This ain’t really been a representation of what it’s like to have conversation and dinner with a nigga, but I hope you enjoyed it for the most part.” I smirked down at her once she was lying on the bed, trying to ignore the way her shirt had risen well above her waist.

Daylin didn’t give a fuck, and I could tell she was just comfortable and not necessarily trying to entice my ass.

“I had a lot of fun. May be the best date I’ve ever had . . . while being kidnapped.” She added the last three words, seemingly after realizing what she was implying and trying to quickly recover.

Squatting down, I said, “You ain’t gotta lie to kick it. That nigga can’t compete with me under any circumstance, even this one.”

“Shut up, Rakim.” She grunted before I kissed the exposed portion of her stomach.

Dragging my mouth down to kiss her pussy through her underwear, I said, “I still want that too.”

She gasped when I sucked on her pussy through her thin undergarments, enjoying the few seconds where I could feel how she’d dampened them muthafuckas.

Rising to my feet, I told Daylin ‘good night,’ and she eventually said it back once she gained some composure, but by that time, I was crossing the threshold of the door.

I paused for a moment, closing my eyes halfway up the stairs to give my dick time to soften, then finished my route until I was in the den where my brothers had made a fucking mess already, scarfing down some food wrapped in yellow paper to let me know they’d journeyed to the hood to secure their feasts.

“You been fucking her this whole time?” Zaire asked as soon as he saw me, mouth full of food.

“Y’all misunderstood whatever you saw. She was helping me clean up and took a break to have some wine.” I sat in the recliner adjacent to the couch they were on.