Page 35 of F*ckin' With Me
“I know, baby, I know. It’s gonna stop hurting after a while,” Daylen told me. “It might take a few times. I won’t move until you tell me you want me to.”
He wiped the tears that fell from my eyes. “It hurt. Why didn’t you tell me you were going to do it?”
“If you knew, you would anticipate it. I need you to be relaxed, baby,” he informed me. He continued to kiss me. “You ready for me to move, baby?”
I nodded my head. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I lay there. It still hurt, but it started to feel a little better after a while. He kissed down my neck, my shoulder, and his destination was my breast. My moan was loud, and my body trembled from the feeling of release.
“Yeah, let that nut go, Sim. You feel so good with your tight ass pussy,” he grumbled after a moan. He cupped his arm under my left leg then pushed it back.
I squirmed under him from the sudden intensity of the feeling of his strokes. My body felt like it was going to explode. “Oh, God! I’m going to explode, Day!”
A few strokes later, we both exploded together. It was the most euphoric feeling I’d ever felt. He didn’t pull out immediately. “You okay, baby?”
“Yes, I am. You said it will be less painful the more we do it?” I asked. “I’m not saying I didn’t like it. It just hurt.”
He tittered. “You don’t have to explain yourself. Yes, eventually it won’t hurt. If it does, it will be the satisfying kind of pain.”
I wasn’t sure what satisfying pain was, but it sounded intriguing. The weekend was filled with ups and downs that needed to happen. What started as an empty favor ended with me having a real relationship with none other than Daylen Verse.
All those years ago, when he told me that if I ever needed anything, to reach out to him, I knew he was just saying what felt right in the moment. He never meant it, and I knew that. When I called him, I had the mindset that all he could do was say no. Well, he didn’t say no, and it was time for me to embark on a new chapter in my life.
“So, what’s next when we get back to Georgia?” I asked him. My nerves were getting to me. I knew he said that I was his woman, but what would that mean in the public eye?
He finally pulled out of me and climbed off the bed. “The fuck kind of question is that, Sim? You’re my woman, so that is that. When we get back stateside, our pictures will be released by my publicist to announce our relationship, with our story. I need you to understand, when you’re fucking with a nigga like me, I’m locked in. You’ll learn that before you know it. Now, let’s get up, take a shower, and let them change the sheets.”
I watched his naked back as he called housekeeping to change the sheets then walked into the bathroom. Locked in was what I wanted to be. Daylen said what he said. Based on what he said, I was fucking with a man who stood resolute on being locked in with me.
A Very Short Time Later . . .
Back In Georgia
“Simonette, I had no idea that you and Daylen Verse were in a relationship. Wow!” Carlton stood next to my workstation with stars in his eyes.
When we all got back from the Maldives, Day reached out to his publicist to tell her to wait a few weeks before she released the pictures. He wanted to give me time to digest that people would be interested in who I was as a person, so the pictures were released the day before. He was transparent about people questioning why he was interested in a female like me. He was expected to be with a video vixen type of female, not a woman who was a dork, for lack of better words. I was fine with that because I had been judged all my life.
I stopped the sexual assault kit that I was working on to give him my attention. I was annoyed that he wanted to discuss that when it had nothing to do with our job. I never talked about my personal life before, so why would he think that I would start? “That’s kind of the point of privacy, Carlton. I don’t like to be in the spotlight when it comes to my personal life.”
“Damn, with all the documentaries and news broadcasts that you do, I would think that you did. Speaking of which, I gotanother call about the documentary that you are doing in a few weeks,” he let me know. It wasn’t uncommon for documentary production staff to contact my boss to verify certain information with them.
I rolled my eyes. “That is a different kind of spotlight. When it comes to my profession, I love to educate and help. You should know that. I keep my personal life and professional life separate. My private life is none of the public’s business. For clarity, you are the public.”
His head jerked back. “Oh, wow! I thought we were at least friends.”
“When have we ever been more than colleagues? I don’t recall you ever inviting me to do anything as friends,” I said. “When you invite others in here out to lunch, I’m always left out of the invitation,” I pointed out.
One thing that I picked up during my weekend in the Maldives, and since spending time with Rissa and Day, was how to stand up for myself. Rissa said that getting dick would do that for you. I had to agree.
I’d had so much sex with Daylen since the first time. After practice, he spent his time at my house, or I was at his. Sex didn’t hurt anymore at all. My dick sucking skills had improved substantially. He also introduced me to back shots the past week. I hadn’t gotten the hang of riding just yet. His dick size would take a little more time getting used to before I went that route.
Carlton stood there and stared at me like a lost idiot. He didn’t walk off until I went back to the kit I was working on. I didn’t like people questioning me about my relationship. Yesterday, Chichele asked me if I wanted to go to lunch with her. We’d worked together for over four years, and she’d never asked before. I nicely declined her invitation as well as any in the future.
I stayed at work for a few more hours before I left to go to Rissa’s house. I loved her aura so much. It felt amazing to have a real friend. She lived in her childhood home, which was beautiful. She was her mother’s twin.
“Hey, girlie! I got the wine,” I announced when I walked into her house. “I’m going to take a quick shower. Pour me a glass.”
Rissa stood in the kitchen behind the island. She held something up. “I got the charcuterie board. Hurry up, Sim. You take forever in the damn shower.”
“Whatever! Just pour me a damn glass.” I waved her off. I tittered when she yelled that dick had me cursing.
