Page 72 of Rayzor: Tell Me It’s Mine II

“Let me talk to him and then I’ll let y’all go.”

Shuffling sounded as she passed the phone to Levi. You could hear her telling him I wanted to talk to him.

“Hey, Mommy. Are you having fun?” he asked and I smiled, even let a little tear fall.

“Yes, baby, I’m having fun.”

“Did Daddy win his fight?”

“Yes, he won.”

“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” he sang. I could picture him doing his little dance as it made me laugh.

“Are you alright? You’re being good for Auntie Rhea?”

“Yes. We watched TV last night until I fell asleep. She let me sleep in a long time too. We had ice cream sundaes, popcorn, chicken and nachos.”

“Oh. It sounds like you’re having a ball.”

“A big one.”

“Where’s Daddy?”

I looked over at Rayzor.

“He’s right here.”

“Can I talk to him?”

I gawked. “You don’t wanna talk to mommy?”

“I do, but I wanna talk to Daddy too.”

I handed him the phone.

“What’s going on, lil’ man?” Rayzor asked as my mind started taking me to that nasty place. His abs flexed as he talked. His tattoos glistened under the morning sun of the penthouse. He exuded ‘that nigga’ energy, and it was doing something to me. Now that I knew Levi was safe, I was more than ready to let him turn me every which way but loose.

He had his innocent conversation with Levi as I slipped my hands underneath the covers and grabbed his dick.

“Alright, lil’ man. Make sure you be good for Rhea. We’ll talk to you later. Love you, aiight?”

“Love you too.”

“Love you,” I said in the background.

“Love you too.” Levi ended the call without a second thought. Rayzor tossed my phone to the side and pushed me down. He wanted me to taste him, and I didn’t hesitate as my nervous system regulated.

For the next two hours, Rayzor and I fed and feasted on each other like it was going to be the last time. We’d already gone well into the morning after his win last night, but that didn’t stop how we performed and pleased one another. That man did things to my body that I didn’t think were imaginable. And while he slutted me out at times, he also treated me delicately. He spoke to our baby, was careful, but also planted more of his seeds within me.

I cried, begged and pleaded for more no matter what my body felt like. It was on fire for him. He passionately carved his name inside my womb. I loved the way he fucked me. There’s nobody that could compare. I wouldn’t dare try.

The next morning

We slept in after all the ripping and running we’d done.

I was soundly asleep with Rayzor wrapped up inside of me. He pulled my ringing phone from the nightstand.

“Get it, baby,” I told him, thinking nothing of it.