Page 69 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
The tank top was next. Whatever scar or mark he found, he kissed. Each kiss drenched with assurance that she was safe with him now and forever, however long he’d be granted to hold her space.
There were no words spoken. They weren’t needed. The kisses, the touches, the soft moans flowing for Reign’s lips, serving as music to his ears. Markus sucked each breast, kissed down her body past her shaven center down her thighs, and to her toes.
“Pretty ass feet,” he hummed.
Reign laughed softly. “You owe me a pedicure.”
“When I let you up, you can have whatever you want,” he chuckled, pushing her legs open. “Mm, shit.”
Reign’s brows dipped. He spotted that fear and zapped it where it was.
“Reign,” he spoke her name like it was created just for him to say. “You’re beautiful. You hear me?”
“I hear you,” she hummed.
“Good, let me show you how fuckin’ beautiful you are.” He kissed back down her body, finding her center and inhaling her scent. “How you smell so damn good all over?”
Reign watched him part her lips with his long fingers. He caressed her bud, then pushed one finger inside. Her tightness and heat wrapping around it. Markus was focused on herbreathing, whether or not her body tensed, and if her moans and humming stopped. He rocked his finger in and out of her, sucking and licking her bud; her moans growing louder and her hands finding the back of his head.
“M-markus,” she whined, making him stop and look up at her. She breathed, “w-what?”
“What’s my name, baby?” he groaned into her center. “Say my name.”
Her brows dipped with confusion before a half smile traipsed over her lips. “Emilliano.”
A cocky smile formed over his nectar-covered lips.
“Yeah, that’s that shit I like.” He returned to tasting her. Her flavor earning a moan. “Taste so damn good.”
“Feel so. It feels so good,” Reign slurred as her head pushed into the mattress, her mouth open and pleasure flowing through her. The bonnet be damned, sliding off her head with every suction and lick and thrust. Markus pushed another finger inside, trying to prepare her for his size.
Reign panted. “Ohh, Milli.”
He could feel her walls tightening and throbbing to his rhythm. The first flood was coming. And he wanted to be drenched in her. Reign’s hands moved from the back of his head to the comforter, gripping his low curls. Her back arched, legs locked around his shoulders, and she tried to muffle the sounds of her pleasure.
"Baby," he groaned. “Let me hear it. Let me hear you come apart so I can put you back together.”
“Ahh shit. What you doin’ to me?” she asked, feeling like she was floating above herself. Reign looked down at him and nodded. Markus kept his consistency, earning him a sweet eruption. She quivered in his hold, her gaze low cast. She was still suspended. His mouth found hers, and her hands found him.
“You sweet as fuck,” he hummed. “You taste that? That’s good shit.”
“Yes,” she crooned, swiping her tongue over his lips. “My legs are still shaking.”
“I’m not even done. That was your first one. You deserve more. To fall apart in my arms,” he grunted with a shudder, feeling her touch.
Her tiny hands reached inside his pants, finding his erection begging to be set free.
“Shit,” she huffed and blinked rapidly. “I thought I was just making that up. You’re really like that.”
“If you want it, take it,” Markus encouraged. “You safe here. It’s me and you, baby.”
His words were subtle boosts to her confidence. That and the way he beamed down at her. How he touched her, and he was gentle only for her. He knew it.
Reign bit her lip. “Take it off. All of it.”
Markus moved off the bed, sure to stay in her sight as he pulled his clothes off and dropped them where he tossed hers. Reign sat up on her knees and studied every inch of his body.
“You wanted to know how I view you,” she posed. “Like a giant. My giant.”
