Page 148 of Own It

I smirked, loving how he always looked after me.

“No, these drinks are fine. Want me to pour you something?”

He bobbed his head, so I opened the bottle of Don Julio and filled his glass halfway before making my own mixture of the Patrón and apple juice. For the next twenty minutes, I danced my ass off, refusing to move from my nigga’s lap, especially since every woman in here seemed to be watching him. I knew Rakim was that nigga, but I expected the ladies’ attention to be on the famous Godfrey boy and not what was mine.

“You got my dick hard as fuck, baby.” Rakim spoke against my neck before sucking and kissing on it, his big hand drifting between my legs. “It’s pretty dark over here,” he announced what I already knew.

“So.” I giggled drunkenly, feeling his mouth on my neck, jawline, and a little bit of my shoulder since the dress I wore was a tube shape.

Setting his drink down, he said, “So you can take care of my issue.”

He craned my neck to look back at him before capturing my mouth with his, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I slowed down my dances, beyond horny and feeling his dick grow harder and harder as he removed his jacket, draping it across my lap like a blanket.

Slowly, he drew the bottom of my dress up, making me scope the scene a bit out of anxiety to be sure no one was privy to our movements. The club had some light, but it was mostly on our shoulders and above. Anything near the couch was virtually imperceptible.

“Rah,” I moaned, feeling him push my G-string over from behind just before he lifted me slightly.

The thick head of his dick pressed against my opening, causing me to bite down on my lip as he forced himself against the rejection. I did my best not to yelp once he broke through my entrance, his hand venturing to the front of me to slip his fingers past the saturated crotch of my panties to toy with my clit.

“Don’t look over there. Look at me,” he demanded, so I did.

I couldn’t move, feeling paralyzed due to the sheer size of his dick invading me inch by inch. It was painful but pleasurable still.

Finally, I sat flush in his lap, filled to capacity and doing my best to keep my moans at bay, but it was an otiose attempt.

“I can’t.” I whimpered, knowing Rakim wanted me to bounce in his lap, but I couldn’t move.

As he circled my clit whilst sitting inside of me, I came all over him, body quivering and making him hold me still. I was so wrapped up in being filled and then releasing, I couldn’t even think about if someone was watching or if they could hear the coos and purrs I’d let out despite the booming music and club chatter.

“Wrap ya arm around my neck,” he coached, and again, I fell in line, hooking my arm around his neck and pressing my back into his chest.

Now secured to him, Rakim palmed the underside of my thighs and began lifting me up and down his dick effortlessly. We resumed kissing, but I could barely keep up, moaning and whimpering into his mouth as he sprang me up and down on his dick as a cacophony of voices, people singing along, and glasses surrounded us.

He paused for me when I came again but then resumed his movements once I’d collected myself.

“Oh-oh my gosh, . . . Rah,” I sniveled, feeling like I had dampened everything in the surrounding area as he started to speed up, pounding my pussy.

“Mm, fuck. Stop acting like you can’t take this dick, Daylin.” He grumbled before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. “This pussy so fucking wet. I wish I could taste it,” he groaned subtly.

Using my free hand, I slipped it between my legs to coat them in my nectar before reaching back to grant his wish. Wasting no time, Rakim smirked sexily before taking my fingers into his mouth, still consistent with moving me up and down his thick shaft.

The way he sucked my fingers to the bone, getting every remnant of my wetness off them, compelled my clit to throb. He moaned, licking his lips salaciously after.

Though the music was loud, I could faintly hear my wetness every time he plunged inside of me. He sped up, ignoring the fact that I came and covering my mouth with his when I was about to call out. I still did, but it was muffled by the passionate kiss he’d planted on me.

“Ah, . . . baby . . .” I purred.

“You perfect, baby. Look good. Pussy good. Taste good. Got all this dick in you and still perfection.” He sucked on my ear and I lost it, releasing all over his lap and causing him to moan. “You the best thing to ever happen to me, girl.” He didn’t let up, pulverizing my walls easily while still palming the underside of my thighs to lift me up and down as if I weighed simply ounces. “I need you to cum for me, Day.” He spoke gently but aggressively in my ear. “I know you been cumming for the past ten minutes, love, but I need one more.”

Before his sentence was even completed, my nails were digging into the back of his neck as yet another orgasm riddled my body like bullets. Dropping me in his lap, Rakim hugged me from behind as we tongue kissed while he finished inside of me.

This was the only man I’d allowed to enter me without protection, and he was the only man that I’d allowed to have his way with me in and out of the bedroom.

“How are we gonna separate?” I laughed, looking back at him smirking.

“Give it a second.” He palmed my belly as we pecked a few times. “What you gon’ do if you end up pregnant, Baby?”

“Don’t you mean what would we do?” I hiked a brow, caught off guard by the way he posed the question.