Page 31 of Juke
Rashad didn’t move or flinch. He just listened.
“I tried to leave a few times, but he always found me. He said I was his, and if I ever left for good, he’d kill me.”
His jaw ticked hard, but he didn’t speak right away.
“That muthafucka touches you again… he’ll be unrecognizable.” Rashad looked at me, dark and deadly. “Youain’t gotta worry ’bout that nigga no more. I got you, shorty. You can bet your life on that.”
My chest got tight, not outta fear this time… but relief.
“Come here,” he murmured, opening his arms.
I didn’t hesitate. I climbed right into his lap, legs straddling him as my arms slid around his neck. His hands found my waist, then my hips, holding me like I was something precious and breakable. Our lips met soft at first, like we were testing the moment. He groaned low when I tugged at his shirt.
“You sure?” he asked, voice rough.
I nodded, already breathless. “Yeah.”
He stood with me in his arms like I weighed nothing, and carried me to the bedroom, then laid me down with care that didn’t match the hunger in his eyes. He stared like he was deciding where to start. His fingertips traced over my skin… his mouth traced every inch of skin he came in contact with. My collarbone, the swell of my breast, my stomach. Each kiss was a claim that made my body loosen and open under him. I sighed into it, arching my back when his tongue circled my nipple and his palm cupped the other, rolling it until the heat took over my entire body.
“Breathe, Lovie,” he murmured against me. “I got you.”
“Mmm,” I moaned in response.
He kissed lower, teeth teasing my hip, and hooked his fingers in my waistband. I lifted my hips as he peeled my leggings and panties down in one sweep, tossing them aside. A soft kiss to the inside of my thigh, then higher. What started off as sensual turned greedy fast.
“You good with me, Lovie. You hear me?” he whispered against my neck first when he crawled back up to kiss me, then slid right back down, mouth settling between my legs like he’d been starving for it.
“Yes,” I breathed out, already shaking when his tongue went flat and slow, before he sucked my pearl into his mouth.
“Say that shit like you mean it, baby,” he demanded from between my thighs, voice roughened by the way I rocked into his face. “I need you to believe that shit.”
“Yes, Rashad. I believe you.” My voice cracked on his name when he sealed his mouth around my clit and sucked.
He hummed like my pussy was the best thing he’s ever tasted in his life. Two fingers pressed into me, thick and patient, knuckles dragging as he curled them up. I gasped, with my hand in his hair, while my thighs trembled around his head. He placed his arm across my lower stomach, holding me down just enough to keep me there while he ate.
“Don’t run from it,” he said, glancing up, lips shining from my juices. “Take this shit.”
My body was already under his spell. At the sound of his deep command, I gave in. The orgasm that was brewing hit me hard and sharp. He didn’t stop no matter how hard I tried to push his head away. He kept devouring me until I came again and was out of breath. He kissed my thigh before he climbed up my body, and kissed me deep and nasty so I could taste myself on his tongue. He slid his fingers through me once more before he lined himself up with my center and pushed in slow—inch by inch until I felt full enough to feel him in my chest. He kissed my lips, then my cheek before he got to my ear.
“Breathe, mama,” he instructed. “Relax so I can work this pussy out.”
My body gave in just like it did earlier, and he sank the rest of the way. He was stretching me to my full potential and the way he groaned into my neck let me know he was enjoying the feeling just as much as I was.
“Oh, God,” I whispered.
“I know… shit… I know,” he groaned.
He rolled his hips, carving a path that had me trying to pull him in deeper. Each stroke dragged on the way out and pressed in deep. His hand slid under my thigh to hitch it higher against his body. This position allowed him to find a spot that made me jolt, causing him to do it again.
“Damn, baby,” he groaned, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You feel that shit?”
I nodded.
“Lovie, you gotta use ya words. I need you to speak up, baby. Tell daddy what you want.” He picked up his pace, and my body started to heat up and tingle again.
I don’t know what this man was doing to me, and right now I didn’t care as long as he didn’t stop. “Oh, God! Rashad, you feel so good… keep it right there. Ooh… shit… right there.”
“That’s it. Talk to me, baby. Tell me how you feeling.” His voice was low and husky. “You hear that shit? That’s how wet you are for me, baby. Shit, L.” He hissed.
