Page 13 of DOM: The Miami King

"You been holdin’ out on me all night." I said, walkin' closer with my knuckles draggin’ across my jeans as I adjusted my heavy dick straining against my jeans. "Let me see it. Let me see you cum for King."

Her body shivered again, and I knew she felt the heat between us ‘cause I did too. That shit was thick enough to drown us both in it. I sat at the edge of her bed, leanin’ down, close enough to feel her warm breath. At first, she slightly hesitated, just a second though. Then she laid back slowly, pullin’ that toy to her clit again with her hand shakin’, and her thighs twitchin’, with every fuckin’ muscle screamin’ for a release.Fuck,I thought to myself.She was the most beautiful female I’d ever seen, and she didn’t even know it ‘cause I never told her and never acted like it.

"That's it," I said. "Play with it. Play with it for me." I demanded. Her hips started rollin’ once again, and she tossed her head back as a deep moan escaped from her lips. She had my dick throbbin’ so hard, that shit hurt. "Good girl," I whispered, with my hand slidin' up my thigh grabbin’ my dick.

I watched her almost fall apart. Her body shuddered hard. I watched her thighs quake, and watched her breath get caught up in a moan so deep it nearly knocked all the air completely out of her lungs, and before she even stopped, I snapped. I ripped the toy from her hand and tossed it across the fuckin’ room.

I placed my lips on top of hers allowing our tongues to fight like it was life or death. She ran her soft hands up and down my backside pullin’ me closer, pullin' at my jeans until they were off. I flipped her over easy, like she ain’t weighed nothin' at all, as I pressed her face down into the bed, pullin' her hips up, with my hands planted on her soft skin.

Using one finger, I looped it around the seat of the lace thong and ripped it off like it wasn’t shit but a piece of paper. I pressed the head of my dick against her slippery pussy, as my chest heaved while her entire body quaked in anticipation.

"Shouldn’t be doin' this shit," I groaned, low with my forehead restin’ against her shoulder. "Feds out here lurkin’ and the whole fuckin’ city ready to bleed." My grip tightened on her hips. "But I don’t give a fuck,” I continued.

Next thing I knew, I drove my dick into her wet pussy tryin’ my best to fill her completely up, but she was too tight, and my dick was too heavy to just dog her like that, so I pulled out and gently eased in to stretch her out first. Her moan was so loud, one would think I was killin’ her in this muhfucka. Then I drove into her deep, hard, and raw. She cried out, clutchin' the sheets, as her body melted under me. I grunted against her neck, pushin’ deeper, and harder, lettin’ everything takeover me… the anger, the fear, the want and need to have her ass too. I took her straight to pound town releasing all that shit outta me and into her. Her shit was super tight and grippin’ me so sweet, I almost lost it and had to get it under control.

“Fuckkk Dom! Ou-ah-fuck-shittttt. I’ve waited so longgggg….” She moaned in between gasps still gripping the sheets for dear life while arching her back even deeper.

I set a brutal fuckin’ pace, allowing my hips to slam into her ass. I could see the print from my fingers bruisin’ her waist. She liked it, and the harder I gripped the harder she threw it back. "You mine," I growled against her ear, in between my own deep moans. "Always been mine."

Every stroke told more of our truth as my shit got deeper into her body. It wasn’t just about sex, or lust. It was also about the war we were fightin’ within ourselves in our marriage as well as the war on the other sides of those doors. The shit we went through to survive another fuckin’ day. Just like she’d always protect me, outside of my family, she was the one thing I would burn the whole world down to protect too. We shouldn’t have crossed the line and we both knew it as the sounds of her wet pussy filled the air sounding like a wet bowl of mac and cheese. We both knew we were supposed to stay clean in order to keep us sharp and focused.

I flipped Carmen over so I could look her in her pretty, yet deadly eyes before filling her up once again allowing her to place her hands on my waist and spread her thighs as far as they would go. But the second I felt her body quake around me, the second I felt her nails drag across my back placing deep scratches… the second I heard her whisper my name like a fuckin’ prayer?“Dommm…”I knew there was no goin' back. I buried my face in her neck, as my teeth gently scraped her skin before I sucked on that one spot as we both came together. Our bodies collapsed, tangled in sweat and heat. I held back… I wanted to eat her pussy until she felt like she was about to faint… I wanted to tie her ass up and more… but it just simply wasn’t the time.

I never slept with females and did any of that cuddlin’ shit after we fucked, but I couldn’t leave Carmen like that ‘cause she wasn’t just a trick. I did somethin’ new and allowed her to place her head on my chest, when I heard her light snores, I knew I was her safe space.

Later, when the city started to awake and the first rays of light kissed the skyline, I laid there starin’ at her sleepin’ against my chest trustin’ me with a heart I probably didn’t deserve because I knew what was comin’. The feds were closin' in. Victoria was a time bomb and the streets were whisperin’. However, Carmen? She was gonna ride with me through all of it. Even if it killed us both, and I knew this. I tightened my arm around her waist, pullin’ her closer, breathin' in her sweet scent. “You mine, and no matter how many bodies we gotta bury to survive, I ain’t lettin’ you go. I love you; I just can’t do too much showin’ it.”I whispered, knowin’ my words fell on sleepy ears. “Another thing, yo’ assistant gotta go, I apologize in advance.”

The sun hadn’t been up an hour, but my mind had already traveled everywhere but where it needed to be. Carmen was still on my skin from the night before or should I say this mornin’. Her voice, her body, the way she grabbed me like she was scared to let go did somethin’ to me, but I couldn’t stay. I had to let her go this mornin’ ‘cause today was about business. Today was about movin’ Victoria before the vultures circled and we needed to roll out deep.

Me, Tone, Dique, and four hittas in blackout bulletproof SUVs rolled out. Victoria was in the middle, dressed like she was goin’ to brunch instead of a fuckin’ relocation. I rode shotgun next to Tone, with my Glock sittin' heavy in my lap, as my eyes locked on the mirrors, watchin’ every car that got too close for comfort. Lil Durk and Gucci Mane’s song ‘Rumors’ blast through the speakers as the tires burned up the pavement gettin’ to our destination.

“Y’all ever think we movin’ too loud?” Tone asked, glancin’ over at me.

I didn’t look at him. “Ain’t nothin’ louder than leavin’ a body in the street, so nah.”

He nodded, lit a blunt, and cracked the window just enough to let the smoke flow out.

Dique’s voice came through the radio. “We on schedule. Ain’t no tails, we good slime.”

The safe house wasn’t just a hole in the wall. It was a fuckin’ fortress disguised as high-end peace. It sat deep in a quiet neighborhood where the trees were manicured, and the streets were fresh. It sat behind a reinforced gate disguised as a luxury estate entrance when we pulled up to what looked like a million-dollar home.

Palm trees lined up the driveway and marble columns were secured into the pavement. Everything was modern on the outside, with balconies wrapped around the house made of all glass and steel. However, underneath it was equipped with panic rooms and armory cabinets disguised behind full-length mirrors. Every square foot was wired with motion sensors that even security staff trained overseas watched. She wouldn’t just be safe, she’d feel untouchable.

We parked in formation around the circular driveway shaped like a horseshoe. I stepped out first with my Timbs crunching’ against the rocks on the gravel. The sun was hot as fuck beatin’ down hard on us. I turned as Victoria stepped out of the middle SUV with her outfit damn near painted on her as tight as it was. Her Chanel shades disguised her eyes; however, her body language was straight up defiant.

She scanned the house, then glanced at me. “This is where you’re hiding me?” she asked flatly.

“No, this where I’m keepin’ you alive. Come on.” I told her. Her lips twitched, in somewhat of a smirk. Tone walked up behind me with his arms crossed over his chest, watchin' her like a hawk. As she walked, my eyes caught glances of her ass sittin’ up perfectly in her jeans.

“Nice spot,” she mumbled. “Feels like a rich girl rehab center.”

“It’s a kill switch in disguise,” I said, walkin’ past her. “Come on.” I ordered once again.

Inside, the safe house was immaculate with polished stoned floors and clean white walls with the charcoal trim. It had an open kitchen with quartz counters and a state-of-the-art surveillance feed built into a recessed wall unit. The blackout drapes were also put in place to shut down all the sunlight at the push of a button.

She walked through slowly, as her fingers trailed across the counter like she was testin' it for dust. “What happens if I get bored?” she asked.Fuck she askin’ me that shit for?I thought to myself.I ain’t her muhfuckin’ play mate.

“You won’t,” I said. “You’ll be too busy stayin’ alive.”

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