Page 45 of A Toxic Redemption

"You eying a nigga like you want to get fucked, Luck," he hissed as he slid into the water. "Girl, why is this shit boiling like this? You trying to cook a nigga or something?"

"Stop whining." I stood in the water and showed that I was completely naked. The way his eyes roamed my body. "I just want to put this pussy on you, daddy."

"Oh yeah?" He draped his arms over the back of the tub. "Come do that shit then."

Making my way over to him, we never took our eyes off each other. I placed my hands on his shoulders as I straddled his lap. Leaning forward, I placed my lips onto his soft ones and couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips. We sat there for what seemed like forever, lost in each other's kisses. As I wound my hips, I could feel how hard he was beneath me. Not wanting to waste any more time, I lifted my hips and eased down onto his hardened dick. We both moaned and groaned in ecstasy.

"Shit, girl..." He threw his head back as he gripped my waist. "This pussy man."

"Khalil," I whispered as I rocked slowly, "you feel so good."

"Tell me you're mine, Lucky." He wrapped one hand around my neck and fucked me back from the bottom. "Tell me that you and this pussy belong to me. I need to hear you say that shit."

"Ughhh!" was all I could say.

Between being choked and the way Khalil was fucking me, I was in heaven. There was no way he expected me to be able to answer him right now. The dick was too much, and it was hard to even breathe at this point.

"Lucky," he rammed in and out of me so savagely that water was splashing all over the place, "you don't fuckin' hear me talking to you?"

"I hear you!" I screeched as my body began to shake and seize. "I'm cummin'!"

"Tell me you're mine," he gritted through clenched teeth as he squeezed my neck harder. The hand that was once rested on my hip was now placed over my right breast. The sensation of him twisting my nipples was taking me over the edge. "I don't fuckin' hear you."

"I'm yourssss!" I screamed. "This pussy is yours, baby!"

"That's what the fuck I thought." Khalil rammed in and out of me harder. "Cum on this dick again, girl. I'm about to nut all in this pussy. I can nut in my pussy, right?"

"Yes! I'm... oh my fuck!"

Thank goodness it was dark out here, but that didn't matter because I'm sure the world could hear us fucking. We weren't trying to hide the fact that the other one was making us feel good. Khalil had the type of dick that would have me wanting to live in his skin just so I could be close to him.

"Shit girl," he groaned as he released. "You gone kill a nigga before the ball drops."

"The only balls I'm interested in right now are the ones between your legs, my boy." We both laughed at my statement. "Come on, and let's shower. I'm not done with you yet."

After going round for round in the shower, we decided to stay in for the night and chill because we were both drained. So now we were in the sitting area of our suite, smoking and eating.

"You know I wasn't bullshittin' with you, right?" Khalil blew out the smoke from the blunt as he eyed me intently. "I want you, Lucky, and you're mine now."

"Are you mine?" I asked hesitantly. "I don't want to have to beat your ass or them bitches you fuck with 'Lil. I'm not built to share."

"Listen, mama," he placed his smoke in the ashtray and pulled me into his lap, "I know you're not the type of woman that will deal with me and my bullshit. I respect you too much to even put you in some shit like that. Despite what you may think, I'mnot a dog-ass nigga. I'm as loyal as they come. Mia just had me fucked up to the point where all I wanted to do was fuck these hoes and send them on their way."

"And you're not on that anymore?" I eyed him, and I ran my hands through his plats. "You think you can be faithful to me?"

"Absolutely." He pecked my lips and smirked. "With pussy like yours, girl, you better be worried about me stalking your fine ass. Have a nigga on some Michael Myers shit for real."

I heard what Khalil was saying, but I was still skeptical. The shit with my mother made me want to never let a nigga in, but I was willing to give him a chance to stand on what he was saying.

"Please don't hurt me, Khalil." I placed my hand on his cheek. "I'm going against everything I've ever said, and I'm willing to give you, us, a real chance. Don't make me regret it."

"I promise I won't." He grabbed my neck and pulled me into a sensual kiss. "We just got to break it to my son that you're mine now, and all that cute shit be he doing when you're around is a fuckin' wrap."

"Leave my baby alone." I snuggled into his chest as he wrapped his arms around my body. "He knows I love him."

"Yeah?" He lowered his lips onto my forehead. "Let's work on you loving his daddy, too."

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