Page 11 of Keeping Her Safe

Darius

Before going to Stacey’s house, I swing by my sad apartment to grab some clothes. Hand in hand, I lead her to the elevator and then down the hall to my place. Locking us inside, I watch her looking around.

"For some reason, I expected a holy hell mess. Panties everywhere."

"I don't wear panties, babe, and no other woman has ever been in here."

"Fine, so you go to their places." I move so my hand is lightly around her throat and my fingers resting on her chin I speak, my voice harsh, full of lust.

"Cut that fucking shit out, Stacey. You are the only woman who has ever captured my attention. You are the only woman who has ever captured my heart. My love. You have to know you are my everything. My one and only. "

"I know," she whispers, unshed tears in her eyes.

“So why are you saying shit like that?” I demand.

“It’s hard to believe. This is going at the speed of light. It’s hard to believe it’s real."

"It’s real," I move my head closer to hers and capture her lips. Still connected, I lift her in my arms and carry her to my unmade bed and gently set her on it. She leans back, lifting her skirt as she does so. She's showing me what's mine. I pull her panties down her legs and stuff them in my pocket. Looking at her pretty pussy, I kneel in front of her and lick it from her clit to her ass. Her back arches off the bed. I groan. She tastes like both of us, but I don't care. It shows she's claimed. Claimed by a man who will never let her go.

“Darius, please stop teasing me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I need you." I can't resist her. I unzip her dress and pull it down her arms and around her curved hips before tossing it away. When she’s bared to me, I stand and stare at her while I strip off my clothes.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I groan as she spreads her legs for me. Her pink pussy is still swollen from our first time.

“Let’s take a shower, baby,” I say, wanting to take care of her.

“No,” she says, shaking her head. “I’m in your bed, we are naked,” she deadpans, staring at my cock, then licks her lips.

How can I say no to that?

Climbing onto the bed, I run my hands up her legs, gripping her thighs tightly. I pull her closer to me, lining my cock up with her tight little pussy hole and slide inside of her. Her guttural moan makes me fucking crazy.

"How can I be so fucking addicted to you? One hit and I'm a fucking junkie for you," I growl, slamming into her cunt, but not moving. She reaches her hands up and cups my cheeks, running her fingers through three days worth of scruff.

"We can be junkies together, Darius. You are already in my veins, my blood." I move my hips and feel her pussy muscles squeeze my cock. "God. This is everything."

"Damn right, baby." I slam in and out of her until she comes, screaming my name. Only then do I fill her with my seed. There's so fucking much, it's like my body knows this is the mother of my children.

Somehow, we both doze off. A car alarm jerks me awake. Stacey is laying on my chest, her dark hair everywhere, even in my mouth. Chuckling, I nudge her awake.

“Stace. Wake up pretty baby,” I whisper, kissing the spot just under her dangling earring.

“I don’t wanna. So sleepy. You gotta let me sleep,” she begs, whining a little.

“Not a morning person?” I ask, getting a kick out of this. Prim and proper, Ms. Lipton. I fucked her so thoroughly she forgot her manners. Sounds like a plan I can keep up with for the rest of my life.

“S’not morning. I’m not a get out of bed at all kind of person,” she slurs, burying her face in my chest, placing little kisses where she can reach without moving further.

When I hear her little snores, I get out of bed, letting her sleep. I call Boris, my right hand, and let him know that there has been a change in plans. I also shoot Jason a quick text and let him know where she’ll be.

In the tiny kitchen, I down a bottle of water, then head for the bathroom. I turn the shower on to the hottest setting and stand under the water. My mind drifts to the matter at hand. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? I understand mental illness, but this seems different than that. It’s like he feels he’s entitled to my woman, and I will do anything to wipe that thought from his brain. Just as I am finishing washing up, I feel a breeze as the glass door opens up, and Stacey joins me.

In silence, I wash her hair and body. There is something infinitely sexy about her smelling like me, and it makes me hard. She moans as my cock hits her clit with every move I make.

“Darius,” she whispers, and I have no choice but to lift her into my arms and press her back against the wall. My cock slides home as she wraps her long legs around my waist. Slowly, I pump my hips. She cries out my name as I whisper how fucking much I love her.

“Marry me,” I shout as I come into her tight heat yet again.

“Yes,” she says, and I claim her mouth to seal the deal.

Afterward, I dry us off and carry her tired body back to bed. In my safe is the ring my grandmother left me when she passed away. It’s nowhere near as nice as the other ring she is wearing, but it means something to me. I slide the ring onto her finger. She looks at it and smiles.

“It’s beautiful,” she says with tears in her eyes.

At this moment, I know that money will never be an issue between us, mainly that she has more of it than I do. She is content with me, and that is priceless, just as she is.

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