Page 72 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
“…Mine.”
“Then I ain’t fuckin’ leavin’ you. You understand what I’m telling you? You are free to feel that shit. I want you to. I want you free, baby. Who I am outside of these walls is who I need to be so I can ensure that whether you in here or out there, you’re good. So tell me again who I am.”
“You’re mine,” Reign spoke with confidence.
“And you mine. You know what that means?”
“That you’ll drop a body for me.”
“Every last one. Let me hear it.”
“I’m yours,” Reign said, her face leaning into the warmth of his palm on her cheek.
“What else, Speechless?”
She wrapped her arms around him tighter, letting her wet body press against his. “You’ll drop a body for me. And if I ever had to, I got you.”
“You trying to fill my head up? Activate that crazy shit in me?” he posed, his mouth lingering over hers.
“I don’t think I can further activate that,” Reign spoke with a soft giggle. “I’m just talking, you know, in case I decide to stop.”
“Nah, you can’t stop now, you were chanting my name,” he buzzed against her lips.
Reign draped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “You got to move so breakfast doesn’t get cold.”
“Says the woman trying to climb me,” Markus laughed against her lips, picking her up and moving her to the smoother wall of the shower. “You are breakfast. Food is on the nightstand, sheets are changed.”
Reign moaned and nipped her lip, his fingers slipping inside of her. So gentle and undoing, coaxing her to deepen their kiss.
“Can I feel you again?”
“Say please,” she mumbled.
“Please, baby? Got my big ass begging to be inside you. What type of shit is that?
“You like me. A lot.”
“I do. You do too. This shit wet.”
“I know, I can’t help it. Every time I think about you, this is what happens.”
“How long?”
“Since that kiss in the supply closet at the salon. You’ve woken something up inside of me that I didn’t know was there. Now, I can’t get enough of how good that feels,” she shared, nipping at his lips, breath hitching at the motion of his thumb massaging her bud.
“This is what safety feels like. You gon’ feel like this forever if I can help it.”
“I’d like that. Come inside,” she moaned.
Markus placed his fingers on her lips, letting her suck her juices from them as he inched inside of her. He shuddered. “Gahhdamnnn. This my shit.”
“It is,” she whined in his ear.
“And it’s real, aight?” he huskily breathed, navigating to the spot he found the night before.
She whimpered. “Okay. Please don’t. Stop. Don’t stop, Emilliano.”
“I won’t,” he groaned.
