When he left the room, I wasn’t sure if that was the end of our conversation or if he planned to come back. I cut the TV volume back up, smiling when Marz returned with a small black bag. He handed it to me as he got back in bed. I opened the bag, and boisterous laughter escaped me at the sight of the panties I wore the night we met. I laughed so hard tears filled my eyes and my cheeks hurt.
“You are insane! Why do you still have these?”
“I told you I was gon’ keep ’em. Now that I got you back, you can have them.”
“Lord have mercy.” I wiped a tear away and shook my head as I put the bag on the nightstand. “I can’t fit these anymore. I’ve gained like twenty pounds since then.”
“That weight looks good as fuck on you too. You’re still slim-thick but you got enough weight for me to not feel like I’ma break you now.”
“Mhm,” I muttered after smacking my lips, but it turned into a giggle when I cuddled against him. “I feel like I should be scared and sad… but being here with you makes me happy.”
“I’m going to handle this as quickly as I can so you can return to your normal life, but I want to stay in it,” he declared, causing me to look up at him.
“I want that too.”
Our lips connected, and just like the night we met, my body entered a state of relaxation and softness that I never experienced with anyone else. Kisses led to touching that had what little clothing we had on coming off. I trembled as Marz made his way between my legs.
Placing the back of my thighs on his shoulders, Marz rested his hands on my stomach. His hold was gentle yet firm enough to keep me in place as he devoured me. The slow, long, steady strokes of his tongue against my clit and opening had me cumming in no time. Pressing my legs into the bed, Marz alternated between licking from my clit to my asshole, fucking my opening with his tongue, and slurping my clit into his mouth.
Sizzling breaths escaped me as I tried not to cum. The way he pleasured my body made me feel like no man had ever pleasured me before. Like I didn’t know my body. Like it solely belonged to and surrendered to him. The more I tried to hold my orgasm off, the more Marz edged me closer to it. When I couldn’t hold back anymore, my walls tightened and pulsed before leaking, and he moaned as he licked every drop of me up.
While his right arm held my legs down, his left hand palmed my clit before his fingers entered my pussy.
“Oh shit,” I slurred at the feel of his mouth wrapping around my clit.
The combination of his mouth and fingers had my pussy gushing like it did only for him. With trembling legs, I pleaded for mercy. If he kept going, I was going to pass out. Soft whimpers escaped me as he kissed and licked up my weak legs. My back arched as he took his time showing my breasts the same love he’d shown my pussy.
By the time he actually stretched my walls and made his way inside of me, I was fully reminded of why I’d run away from him all those years ago. Marz didn’t provide an encounter that a woman could easily forget or replace. His mouth and dick provided pleasure that, once you had it, you never wanted to be without. It gave one time only or every day for the rest of my life—no in between.
My chin trembled as I pulled in a deep, shaky breath. Each methodical stroke had my body heating and shaking. He was moving so slow, so deep, I felt every inch of him all over me. I alternated between begging for more and for mercy, clawing at his back and pulling his locs as he increased his pace inside me.
It was second nature for me to push at his abs as my legs closed around him while I came, prompting Marz to say, “Mm mm. Keep ya legs open and stay just like that.”
“Shit,” I cried out, fisting the pillow underneath my head as I convulsed underneath him.
“I know this dick is a lot to take. You’re doing such a good job,” he complimented against my ear, and that only made me wetter.
“Th-thank you, babe. It’s so big, and it feels so good.”
Marz chuckled before lifting my ankles close to my ears. “You know what else feels good?” he taunted, pounding into my pussy. “Your tight… wet… pussy.”
“Ahhh my—Marz!”
My attempt to match his strokes didn’t last long because his words, his voice, his strokes had me cumming again. Marz waited until my climax subsided before he wrapped my legs around his waist and connected his lips with mine. Slow, hard, rhythmic strokes. His eyes gazing into mine. His lips kissing me tenderly. Our hands all over each other. Marz drained yet filled me in the best way possible, and if I had any doubts before, I knew now. No man wouldeverbe able to have me after this.
Chapter
Nine
Marz
There wasno way in hell me or the men who flanked my sides were giving up our guns, so Iman’s metal detectors went off like crazy as we walked through. The damage I’d done by myself was going to look like nothing if we set it off while I had my brother, Winston, Shiloh, and Junior with me.
A humorless chuckle escaped me at the sight of six men standing around Iman’s desk with their guns drawn. Jay was seated holding his ribs, letting me know I’d bruised or broken them. I didn’t give a fuck either way. Each breath he took was a loan. The moment I felt like I could kill him without Heir thinking I was responsible, I was going to do it.
“I got a lot of families wanting your head, young man,” were the first words Iman spoke. “You took a lot of lives the last time you were here. I covered the cost of their funerals, but they want more. They want to know the man responsible is taken care of. If I let you live, how do you intend to make this right?”
Neptune laughed. “If you let him live?” he repeated, looking over at Shiloh as he shook his head. “The fuck this nigga think this is, Loh?”