Page 24 of Still Forever
“Ride that shit for me, KD,” He growled, looking up at me with low, hazy eyes. Slowly, I mounted him. We moaned in unison once I was completely seated. I placed my hands on his chest and planted my feet into the mattress as I bounced up and down on him. It had been months since I had felt him, and as soon as he entered me, I was wondering how the hell I ever survived without it.
“I missed you so much, Jaxon,” I moaned, struggling to focus my vision.
“You did, baby?” He asked as he ran his hands along my body. Putting his thumb in my mouth and then using it to massage my clit as I bounced up and down on him.
“Mhmmm,” I admitted just as he grabbed me by my neck and applied pressure. I couldn’t think of a time when I had been wetter than I was now.
“You thought I would leave you, KD? You thought I’d let a nigga take my spot? Let a nigga slide in what’s mine?” He asked as he fucked me back slowly underneath me, his grip on my neck gently tightening by the second.
Taking his finger off my clit, he slid his hand underneath the bottom of my thigh to hold me in place as he continued to stroke me, using the moment to control the pace, even from the bottom. In this position, I could feel every spot that he was hitting. I didn’t answer him.
“Answer me, Mama. You gone give another nigga what’s mine, hmm?” He moaned with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. Forcing me to come back to the moment.
“No,” I whimpered. His pace quickened.
“Say that shit like you mean it, KD, tell me who the fuck you belong to.” He continued to thrust into me, and I struggled to meet him. Every stroke felt like he was shutting a bit of my air supply off.
“You! Jax- only you!” I cried.
He brought me to his chest and flipped me over faster than I could grasp what was happening. Then he pushed my legs to my shoulder. He didn’t slow up, like my answer didn’t satisfy him. Instead, he went harder like he needed to hear it either in screams or blood.
I put one hand on his chest and the other gripped the sheets. Anything to ease the pressure he was applying.
“You forget that, and I’ll remind you like this every time,”
“Jaxon, please!”
“Please? Please what? You tapping out on me?” He taunted.
I gave him a smirk, “You wish.”
His eyes darkened, jaw set tight as he gave me a smirk of his own. “Keep talking that shit, I’ll fuck you till you can’t talk no more.” He threatened nearly sending me over the edge.
He was almost successful, too. The way he had me in the room, moaning and screaming, I could feel myself getting hoarse.
“Shut up and give me what’s mine,” I groaned as I bit my lip. He smirked like it was a challenge. One that he was going to accept and dominate. Taking my hands, he pinned them behind my head with one hand and with the other gripped my hair. His mouth crashed into mine again, and he kissed me as he did his best to deliver the best dick I had ever known.
“Jaxonn! I’m about to-”
“Give it to me Mama. Be a good girl and finish for me.” He said into my neck as he bit it. I erupted beneath the weight of his body. Hard. My release triggering his own. I dug my nails into his back as I moaned in pleasure.
He rolled to the side of me, chest heaving. Then he pulled me to him and kissed me.
“I love you so much, KD,”
I couldn’t respond, just let the moment settle in the air before I worried myself with the specifics.
“I love you, too, Jaxon. What does this mean for us?” I questioned.
“It means we act like this never happened. You don’t know about the arrangement, and as far as you know, we’re just broken up. The wedding is scheduled to take place on August 20th at 4 p.m.; I’ll be back to you by then. Trust me.”
“And what if you don’t?” I questioned. I knew that him not coming back was a real possibility. Regardless of whether he wanted to acknowledge it or not.
“KD, I’ll always make it back to you.”
He kissed my nose and pulled me close to him, just holding me. I don’t know the exact moment when we drifted off, but we did. My entire body felt relaxed wrapped in his arms, and I got the best sleep that I had gotten in months. Then his phone rang at three a.m., jarring us from that peace. He jumped up, looked at the caller ID, and realized that he had overstayed.
Before he even spoke the words, I knew he had to go. Watching him get dressed and leave, I felt like I was watching my life walk out the door. He must have kissed me a million times before he let the door close behind him. But he said that he would always come back for me. And in my heart, I believed he would.
