Page 25 of Without You I Have Nothing To Lose

“Mhmm,” she moaned into my mouth. That did it for me. Picking her up, I carried her to my bedroom and kicked the door shut. Once I was close enough to the bed, I lowered her onto her back and attacked her lips, neck, and anywhere else, my lips and tongue decided to land.

I didn’t even know how we got here, but I didn’t want to ever leave. Sitting up, I discarded my shirt and kicked off my shoes. When I looked into her eyes, I couldn’t help but notice the fear that resided within them. I didn’t want to do anything that she wasn’t comfortable with.

“You good?” I asked. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I clarified.

“No…I want to. I want to erase the horrible memories. Can you do that for me, please?” she begged. Instead of responding, I dipped my head back down and kissed her lips gently. I saw no need to rush with Daizha. I wanted her to know and realize just how special she was. Disconnecting from her lips, I kissed her jawline, traveling down until I made it to her neck, where I gently bit and sucked before placing a kiss on the same spot. That warranted a satisfied moan to escape her lips. I traveled my kisses further down her body and peppered kisses along the way. When I got to her chest, I paused so I could lift it over her head. She was braless, and my mouth instantly watered at the sight of her pebbled nipples erect, awaiting pleasure. Dipping my head, I took the right one into my mouth while I twirled the left one between my thumb and index finger.

“Mhmm, Meech,” she whimpered, and the evident satisfaction laced in her voice made me reciprocate the sound.

“Mhmm,” I moaned in return.

Furthering my adventure, I placed kisses along her stomach and trailed them down until I got to the band of her shorts. I took no time pulling them over her hips but made sure to give her eye contact to gauge her reactions. When she voluntarily lifted her hips, I took that as a sign to continue.

Once her shorts and panties were off, I took a moment to admire her bare body laid out in front of me.

“You’re sexy as fuck, mama,” I complimented, causing her to blush. Since I already had my shirt off, I slipped my joggers off and got face to face with her shaved mound. Hooking her arms under her legs, I pulled her closer to me, to where I was able to rub my nose around in her essence. I could see her breathing become labored, signifying she was anticipating what was to come next. I didn’t want to keep her waiting much longer, so I rubbed my nose around one last time before swiping my tongue along the length of her slippery folds and attaching my mouth to her clit.

“Oh…Gawd!” she yelped upon contact.

While she was enjoying the pleasures that I was bringing her, I relished in the moment that I was the one able to do this for her. Those niggas really fucked her up, but I was here now to remold her into the woman she deserves to be. Since I still had my mouth attached to her pearl, I took my index and middle fingers and slowly inserted them inside of her tight, warm tunnel. If her shit felt this good wrapped around my fingers, my dick was definitely in trouble. I took my time massaging the inside of her walls with my fingers and when I felt them start to contract; I speed up my pace and sucked harder.

“I…I’m about to…ugh.” She couldn’t even get her statement out before she was cumming all over my fingers.

“Mhmm,” I moaned, enjoying the feeling and taste of her. When I knew she was coming down, I slowing removed my fingers and detached my mouth from her. Lifting to my knees, I looked her dead in the eyes as I licked her juices off of my fingers.

I watched as her chest rose up and down and she regulated her breathing. The thin layer of sweat that now sprinkled her body had her skin glowing and my dick growing. I could sit here and watch her forever, but I needed to feel her. I kept my eyes trained on hers while I pushed my boxers down and my dick sprang out. I noticed how her eyes bounced from it and back up to my eyes. Once I had them completely discarded, I hovered over her and took her hand and placed it around my dick.

“You guide it in when you’re ready. It’s all on you, mama.” I kissed her neck and chin before going back to her lips, sucking the bottom one into my mouth before invading it with my tongue. The feeling of her stroking and gently squeezing my shaft had me leaking pre-cum like a muthafucka. I felt the head brushing up against her opening and I brought my gaze back up to her. Once I felt her pushing up against me, I finished the job for her.

“Oh…ughn.

“Ughn.” I wasn’t the vocal type of nigga during sex, but Daizha didn’t have the kind of pussy that you could be quiet about. I looked down between us and saw that she already had my shit shining and I had to quickly look away. Working my way in and out of her, I noticed her face contort in sheer pleasure, and I knew right then I wanted to be the only muthafucka to do that for her.

“Hey. Look at me,” I ordered, since her eyes were closed. “You feel that?” I asked. I knew she would know exactly what I was talking about because the pull was strong.

“Mhmm,” she responded, shaking through her orgasm.

“I feel that shit, too. Fuck,” I groaned at the feeling.

The way Daizha had me feeling, I was ready to go and murk her bitch ass cousin and slap fire from her mama. Ain’t no way they broke this beautiful soul like this. I never believed in soulmates or soul ties, but I felt the very moment our souls intertwined, and I knew right then that I wasn’t about to let anything or anybody sever that shit.

“Fuck, mama,” I groaned in her neck. I felt her wet my shit again, and that had me ready to bust and I did just that. When I felt my dick drain everything out, I lifted my face to hers to study it.

“You good?” I asked. Her answer wasn’t verbal, but a smile graced her face as she wrapped her arms around my neck and cupped the back of my head.

“I’m perfect,” she responded.

“You damn sure are.” I felt my dick bricking up again inside of her and starting stroking her slowly, initiating our second round.

Shit between us would never be the same now, and I’m not even mad about it.

Chapter Twelve

Daizha

Iwokeupthenextmorning, still in Demetric’s bed. He was still knocked out, and I couldn’t help but smile. Last night was perfect, and I don’t regret a single thing about it. Demetric made me feel whole again. Like he put the pieces of my life back together. The way he loved on me made me feel like I’ve been missing out on so much. Now my ass was up and in the kitchen cooking breakfast. As I was flipping a pancake over, my phone rang, and it was Jaylen.

“Hey,” I answered.

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