Page 21 of F*ckin' With Me
She yelped and wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist when I stood up. I pecked her lips with mine. “Let’s go to the room.” She tucked her face into my neck as I carried her.Damn, she smells good.“Get down,” I commanded after I patted her ass.
She got down then looked for further instructions. When I told her to lie flat on the bed, she nervously did. I chuckled because she had no idea what to do with her hands, or legs, for that matter. “What do I do next?”
“Spread your legs.”
“Wh-what?You want me to spread my legs?” I asked. I had never been asked to spread my legs. I wasn’t slow, and my deductive reasoning skills were very sound. He already told me that we weren’t having intercourse, so that had to mean he wanted to perform oral sex.
He gave me that sexy smirk like only he could. “Let me ask you this. Do you want to spread your legs so I can eat your pussy, Simonette? That’s what I want to do.”
The thought of his mouth on me in such an intimate way was enough for my body to orgasm from the excitement of it. It didn’t take me long to think about it.This weekend is the bomb.It started with a fake relationship but turned into riding in aprivate jet, getting my first kiss, and I was about to have Daylen Verse’s mouth on me. I spread my legs slowly. “Yes, I do.”
“That’s a good girl. I’m about to show you with my mouth what it’s like to fuck with a nigga like me. This weekend, I’m going to give you the rest of the reasons to continue fuckin’ with me.”
He pulled his shirt off. That man’s body was immaculate. God decided to bless him with an eight-pack. He was fearfully and wonderfully made. After his shirt was off, he climbed on the bed, between my legs. His hands followed his kisses, trailing up my inner legs. Shivers filled my spirit. His fingers looped under the waistband of my bikini bottom.
Just then, a concern popped into my mind. “Wait, wait. My bottom was emerged in the ocean. I need to freshen up. That water is salty.”
He gawked at me for a moment, then he kissed my inner thigh. “I think I’ll survive, baby. Let me do this.”
One second, his fingers were looped in my waistband; the next, my back arched off the bed, and my eyes were rolling back in their sockets. “Oh . . . my . . . God! Daylen!”
I had read about the excitement of a man putting his mouth on you a million gazillion times. I understood then.Is it possible to get this all the time?I hoped so.
His tongue moved in ways I didn’t know were physically possible. One of his hands cupped my little ass cheek, and the other had a firm grip on my mango-sized breast. My abdomen cramped, and my body convulsed. It felt like I wet the bed.Did I pee?
“Yeah, let me taste you. You taste so fuckin’ good. I’m going to want to taste this pussy every day,” Daylen confessed.Dreams do come true.
I didn’t realize you could orgasm so many times from oral sex. When I masturbated, I orgasmed two times at the most. I never thought you could get lightheaded.
I had no idea how long he was down there. He did things with his mouth—oh, and finger! He put his finger inside of me. I could admit, at first, the forensic scientist in me took over for a second to think about the DNA that his finger left in me. I shunned the thought though.
It was absolutely the best feeling ever. He wiped the corners of his mouth when he was finished. He got up and walked to the phone in the room. He pressed two buttons on it.
“Yes, Mr. Verse. How can I help you?” Our butler’s voice filled the room. I loved that we had a private butler. The wedding guests didn’t have that, but the parents’ villa did.
“Yes, Saeed. I need someone to change the sheets on my bed. My girl and I will be in the shower. They can come in and do it while we are in there.” Daylen’s eyes didn’t leave mine as he made his request.
“Yes, Mr. Verse. I will have someone right over,” Saeed confirmed. There was no more conversation.
Daylen hung up then told me to take a shower with him. A weekend full of new experiences. I went into the weekend expecting Daylen to just fulfill his favor of being my fake boyfriend. Nothing more, nothing less. That night proved I was going to get so much more.
I had no idea when I fell asleep. It was the best sleep I ever had. When my eyes opened, my body was wrapped around Daylen’sfirm body. He was right; he felt nothing like a body pillow. It was so relaxing.
My eyes closed when his lips kissed my forehead. “Good morning, beautiful. What’s on the agenda today?”
I blew out a heavy breath. “Originally, I was supposed to be busy with stuff for the wedding. Now my day is free, I don’t know what to do.”
He shifted on his side to wrap his arms around me. His eyes were so intense. They were a beautiful shade of brown that was just light enough to see the golden flakes in them. “Well, let me fill your day up. There’s some cool shit we can get into.”
There was a knock on our bedroom door. Daylen told whoever it was to come in. Rissa popped her head in. “Simonette, your daddy is out here. He doesn’t look happy either.” She whispered the last part.
Oh my God! My daddy is out there, and I’m laid up with a man.It wasn’t the same as when my mother popped up. I didn’t care about pissing her off. My father was a different story. I jumped out of bed so fast my feet got tangled in the sheets, and I fell.
“Simonette, be careful, shit.” I knew he meant it, but he still let out a light laugh. “I don’t want a disabled girlfriend. It’s gonna be hard for you to come to my first game of the season with a boot on your foot or a cast on your arm.”
My head snapped in his direction. “Your first game? You want me to come to your first game?”
I heard Rissa’s chuckle, but I kept my attention on Daylen. His jaw tightened, and his eyebrows dipped. “Simonette, it’s not uncommon for the players’ girlfriends to attend games. Rissa and my father will be there. Go get yourself together to talk to your dad.”
