Page 79 of Nocturnal Sins
“Fuck, Samira.” I groaned when she slurped me up like her favorite meal. Every time the tip of my cock slid against the back of her throat, an electric shudder ripped through me. How the hell was I supposed to hold on and not shoot my load?
Her nasty noises turned my toes to nubs in my socks. My calve muscles tightened as I thrust faster in and out of her mouth while she stared me down and sucked my dick like her life depended on it. Spit dripped from her chin while she tried in vain to take all my inches in her mouth. I loved her determination.
I caught sight of her hand slipping between her thighs and I let out a growl. “No touching, Sammie. Make me cum like a good girl.” She blinked a few times with big, doe eyes that looked far too innocent. She didn’t look like she should have had her mouth stuffed full of my cock but the image was one I wanted burned into my mind forever.
When she pulled my dick from between her glistening lips, a trail of saliva connected us. “Cum in my mouth, Santana.” My cock bobbed in the air with a mind of its own, determined to make her wish come true.
With my teeth clenched together, I guided her head back down on my rigid dick and she swallowed me as much as she could while I fucked her face. I was relentless and unforgiving but I knew my girl could take it. I knew she didn’t mind because her level of freak ran just as deep as mine. It was one of the thousands of levels we connected on.
When the pressure became too much to hold on to, I let loose and shot into her mouth. She was already deep throating me so everything slid down nice and easy. Samira let out a low and happy hum once she was done swallowing every drop of my seed.
I tapped her wet lips with my still hard dick and sighed heavily. “Such a good fucking girl.” I was ready to reward her with an orgasm of her own but I heard Pop’s keys in the door. Sammie looked at me with big mischievous eyes that made my heart speed up.
It was risky but I grabbed her jaw and kissed her slow and deep. Sometimes her beauty was too much for me to resist. “Go clean up and I’ll talk to Pop.” I slapped her ass before letting her go. I stood there and watched her bounce into the bathroom for a few seconds.
I had no idea what the hell I did to get so lucky but I’d spend the rest of my life counting my blessings.
“Did Sam practice shooting today?” Pop asked when he walked in.
“Yeah, she’s getting better.” He stopped moving around the kitchen long enough to look at me.
“What’s up, Santana? There’s something on your mind.” He still knew me like the back of his hand and it sent me through a range of emotions. I landed on being grateful that he was dealing with Sammie and me instead of disowning us. It couldn’t have been easy.
“I spent the day with Sammie and Marco finding out who sent Sammie those messages. It wasn’t her friends, Pop. Both of them checked out.” He pushed out a heavy sigh and held his head down for a moment.
“I’ve made peace with it, Santana. I’ve done a hell of a lot of shit for Dom over the course of our friendship and if he thinks it’s okay to blatantly ogle my daughter and act like it’s nothing when I ask him to stop…I don’t know what the fuck else he’s capable of anymore.” I hated how upset the entire situation made him. “The reality is, I can’t keep someone like that around me no matter how much that shit hurts. Blatant disrespect on any level is the first red flag. I like to cut behavior like that off at the knees.”
“Pop, I know this is tough for you but you know I wouldn’t be pushing for it if I didn’t think that later on down the line he’d cause major problems.” Sammie came out of the bathroom with her hair brushed into a high ponytail and her lips glossy like they weren’t just all over my dick a few minutes ago.
“I know, Santana.” Pop paused to look at Sammie like he knew she was sinning in the living room before he came in. I acted like I had no knowledge of the situation and kept talking.
“I’ll move when you tell me to,” I told him out of respect. His eyes softened when he looked at me and I knew I made the right choice. Killing Dom was something that had to happen eventually and Pop knew it. Didn’t mean he had to like it though.
“Samira, you need to pay attention to what just happened. Santana did the honorable thing instead of the selfish thing. In both family and business, that’s a stand-up thing to do. He has character and I know I don’t have to worry about him fucking me over. You wanna keep men like that on your team.” Something about the pride in Pop’s voice made me smile. It made Sammie smile too.
She hooked her arm with mine and grinned up at me. “So I guess I made the right choice getting engaged to him then, huh?”
“I won’t say all that, mija. He’s a good guy to have around though, I guess.” Pop nudged me a little and I sighed.
“One day you’re going to admit that your life is boring without me, Pop.”
“Yeah. No time soon, mijo. Listen, you and Sam go check on the guys on the east side and deliver this package for me. They’ve been selling this shit left and right and raking in the profit, I want to give them a little incentive.”
“What’s in the box, Papa?” Samira asked, taking the package from my hands.
“Very nice watches. My way of saying I appreciate all their hard work and hustle,” he told her. “I’m gonna go to the restaurant and clear my head for a few hours. I’ll be back before the sun comes up.”
“Papa, you can’t throw yourself into work all the time like that. It’ll kill you.” Sammie wrapped Pop up in a hug and kissed his cheek. “If you need to talk, you know we’re here for you. We love you. We’re family.” She locked green eyes with him and I saw him soften like he always did for her. He leaned over and kissed her forehead then grabbed his keys.
Just as quickly as he came home, he was gone again. “He’ll be okay, Sammie,” I told her, tugging on her fingers to pull her closer.
“I worry about him sometimes. He’s really struggling with killing Dom.” She rested her head on my chest and I stroked her ponytail. For some reason, the silence between us felt gritty and not smooth like it usually did. Nothing was wrong between us but there was something in the air.
I started to mention it but Sammie’s phone chimed with a text and we both knew what the fuck that meant.
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