Page 127 of Own It

“Good. I need you safe and here with me forever.” I smiled at him lustfully, causing him to lick his lips. “Did you have any lovers in jail?”

“Prison for starters. A nigga having a lover in jail been gay. That’s wild as fuck,” he said, causing me to chortle loudly at my mistake and the thought. “And you can answer that shit for yourself, Day. The fuck?”

“I mean, some of the toughest men go in there and get turned out,” I jested, laughing when he glowered at me.

“You tripping.” He laughed. “I ain’t gon’ front; it’s def some niggas in there doing shit and going home to their wives and baby mamas, but it ain’t like people on the outside make you think. You don’t walk in that bitch and get raped or turned out. You come in there acting like a bitch or giving signs that you with that shit, and niggas in there gon’ act accordingly. Can’t no nigga be turned out; he was already contemplating on the shit.

“I stayed to myself and also made it clear none of that shit was happening, and I had not one nigga even come at me crazy, even a little bit. I fought when I had to, usually ’cause a nigga knew who I was and wanted that, but for no other reason. So to answer you, baby, hell muthafuckin’ nah. Wasn’t nothing in there for me to love. I stayed down, celibate, and focused.”

“I knew. I just wanted to see your face when I asked. So they don’t actually rape men?”

He winced.

“They do, but I only witnessed it happening to niggas who were bitch-made or came in acting a little frilly already. They ain’t approaching no six-feet, six-inch quiet nigga talking about doing shit.”

I guffawed at the thought.

“Come here,” I said.

“You come here.” He leaned back in the chair, biting his lip when I stood up, stepping out of the bath and not caring about the bubbles cascading down my body.

Rakim didn’t care either, as he pulled my wet, naked body toward him, kissing my stomach. He lifted me and made me straddle him while taking my nipple into his mouth and making me moan softly. With his free hand, he released himself and positioned me above his thick head that I already felt stretching me.

“Rah.” I whimpered against his mouth as he tried to kiss me while bringing me down onto him fully.

My nails dug into his broad shoulders as he bit my lip, slowly working me down his shaft and giving me time to recuperate with every inch.

“That pussy so fucking wet already.” He smacked my ass, and it stung due to me being covered in water and bubble bath.

Groping my ass with the hand connected to the arm circling my waist, he sucked on my neck while bringing me down further until I was flush to him, gasping for air. No matter how much we fucked, his size and the feeling of him would always shock my system.

As I sat on his dick, I came, body quivering against his as we sucked one another’s lips.

“Fuck.” I whimpered as he started to bounce me gingerly in his lap.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby.” He groaned against my ear before sucking on it. “You gon’ cum for me?” he queried, grabbing at my ass roughly but bouncing me on his dick gently. He was a master at this.

“Umm, yes,” I purred, feeling the stirring in the pit of my stomach. “Rah.” I moaned his name as he took my nipple into his mouth and bounced me harder on him, making me release again.

“You think you can do that shit for me again?” He leaned me back some and put my thighs over his shoulders and started pounding me.

I couldn’t speak, nails digging into his strong forearms as he beat my pussy up with my legs over his shoulders.

“Rah,” I cooed again, biting down on my lip as an orgasm tore through me, making my knees buckle and hit the sides of his face. “Oh my gosh.”

The sounds of my wetness and our skin slapping together echoed around the room, right along with our moans and my snivels.

Gripping the front of my neck, his teeth sunk down into his bottom lip as he hit it harder, rendering me speechless.

“One mo’ time for me, baby. You be acting like you can’t take this dick, but look at you,” he talked, fucking the shit out of me and ignoring the new orgasm I had.

Moments later, he was releasing inside of me at the same time I was cumming again, and it was a new experience for me—an amazing one.

Pulling me upright, he stood, still inside and carrying me toward the shower that was thankfully separated from the bath. We kissed the entire time that he turned the shower on before walking me to the toilet so I could pee. As I did, I got a front row to him removing all his clothes, his joggers drenched with my wetness since we’d fucked with his clothing halfway on.

“I need help.” I whimpered and giggled once I was done urinating and realized I couldn’t stand.

Grinning at his work, Rakim neared me and helped me stand before grabbing some flushable wipes and swiping it front to back for me.