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“Let you cum in my mouth.”
I made it back to the bed and released Dima from his shorts. He bit his bottom lip as I took him into my mouth. I kept my eyes on him as I deep throated his dick.
“Fuck, Maeve.”
He moaned as I went harder, trying to pull his seeds from him. I hummed on his dick so he could feel the vibration as I licked and sucked. I slurped the head of his dick before continuing to slob him down.
“You better not ever suck another nigga dick like this. You hear me?”
Dima gripped the back of my head and fucked my mouth. I gagged as he assaulted the very back of my throat, but I wouldn’t let up.
“Fuck.”
He groaned one final time before shooting his seeds on my tongue. He tasted so fucking good I would give him head twice a day until he was healed enough to take me to pound town. I loved this man.
1 week later
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just like watching you sleep. Still can’t believe you are here with me.”
“Where else would I be, Dima?”
Maeve wiped her eyes and sat up in my bed at a home I hadn’t been to since I’d gone undercover. We had been staying here since everything went down. I was happy to be back here, with my girl by my side.
I kissed her instead of answering her question because I didn’t want to picture her anywhere else. I’d worked hard to make sure I never had to worry about that.
“You hungry? I made you breakfast.”
“I can always eat, babe.”
She told the truth. Maeve didn’t eat a lot of food at one time, but she definitely wasn’t passing up any meals.
“Come on.”
I helped her out of bed and to her feet. Maeve was being swallowed by one of my big T-shirts. It looked good as hell on her as she followed me into the kitchen.
“Baby, did you cook all of this by yourself? You should have woken me up to help. The doctor said you can’t be doing too much.”
“I’m not doing too much. I wanted to cook my woman breakfast before I went into the office.”
I kissed her on the forehead, and she pulled me into a hug.
“Is that okay with you, beautiful?”
“I guess so.”
She shook me a little before letting me go. I watched her eyes light up as she got closer to the spread I had laid across the island. It wasn’t much, but I did want to give her options. It was grits, bacon, eggs, waffles, and fruit.
“There’s orange juice in the fridge.”
I threw my jacket on and searched the counter for my badge. That was where I normally left it.
“You not gon’ eat?”
“Nah, I got to get to the field office. Hopefully, this is the last time since we’ll be leaving soon. You sure about moving to LA?”
“Am I sure? Dima, I’m sure I am more excited about this move than you. My daddy is helping me pack my things at the house, and I’m taking Liyah out this weekend to say my goodbyes.”
