Page 114 of He Don't Play About Me
“ISLAH… BE MY GIRL?”
I turned around and blinked at him, my heart in my throat. He smiled, reached in his pocket, and pulled out a small box.
“Will you?” he asked, opening the box.
The ring inside caught the sun, and the diamonds sparkled like fire.
I got my shit together. “Yes, baby, I will be your girl.”
Love took the ring out of the box and placed it on my ring finger. “This is the first of my many.”
Before I could catch my breath, I saw the black truck pulling up. That nigga had everything in control.
As we walked to the truck, I stopped and tugged on Love’s arm.
“If you have anything planned, can you cancel it? I want to go back to your place.”
“Bet.”
We got into the truck, and he told the driver it was a change of plans and to go back to his place.
Then I was on his lap.
His hands gripped my waist, steady and firm. I felt the weight of him, the calm power he carried, and my body responded without me thinking. I paused and looked at him softly, my fingers tracing the line of his muscles on his chest, feeling his dick pushing through his fabric.
He didn’t say a word, didn’t move too fast. Just held me there, letting the tension build, letting me feel the control he had over me without needing to force it.
The city hummed around us while we were getting down, and we both peeped the driver looking back at us. We didn’t care.
Love wrapped me tight in his arms and flipped me onto my back with him on top of me.
“We locked in from here on out?” he asked me.
I nodded. “Of course, baby.”
When we finally got to his place, we rushed out of the truck, through the lobby, and onto the elevator. Pushing past the people who were waiting to get on as soon as the doors opened.
When we rushed down the hall to his door, and as soon as he opened the door, it was over with.
Love picked me up, kissing and biting my neck, as he carried me to his island. He pulled away from me while he was standing between my legs, my skirt hitched up.
He lifted my top over my head and stared at me for a second.
“You ready for this baby?”
I smirked. “Yes, Daddy, been ready.”
Love licked his lips, picked me up, and draped me over his shoulder like I was a bag of laundry, carried me to his room, and tossed me in the middle of the bed, pulling my skirt and my panties off.
I could see his dick print through his pants, but once he pulled them down, it jumped.
“Slow down, buddy,” he said, rubbing his dick. “She’s all for you.”
He pulled his shirt off and crawled on top of me, kissing me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Love slid his dick in me, taking my breath away.
He smirked at me.
“You like that?” You like that?” he asked softly.
