Page 44 of Bodyguard My Heart
“You know sucking yo’ titties keeps a nigga from spazzing,” he stated, causing me to giggle as he circled his tongue around my nipple.
“You’re crazy," I replied, just as Demetrius’s phone dinged with a message. He looked at the text, and whatever was on the screen had his face balling up and rage pooling in his eyes.
“What is it?” I questioned. Demetrius turned the phone around, and I peered down at the screen. Multiple pictures of Ashton knocking on my apartment door appeared on the screen. My eyebrows narrowed in confusion as I read the caption under the last picture.
Ro: Ask Samara who is this nigga?
“He’s gon’ make me come out of hiding to kill his ass.” Demetrius shook his head, and I laughed. I didn’t know what Ashton was doing at my condo. I hadn’t talked to him since the day Demetrius kicked down his front door. Well, I’d sent him a sorry text message he’d left on read, but that was it.
“I really don’t know why he is at my door.” I laughed it off.
“You know exactly why.” He shot back as he lifted me in the air with no hesitation at all and positioned me on his shoulder. The skirt I had on rolled up around my ass, and he used his teeth to rip the thin thong I had on. I felt his breath tickle my clit and it sent chills shooting through my body.
“As good as this motherfucker taste… You know exactly why that nigga sniffing around.” He rolled his tongue up and down my pussy.
“Demetrius!” I squealed, wiggling my hips, trying to free myself from his tight grasp. I was supposed to be helping Gran in the kitchen, not allowing her grandson to devour my pussy like his last meal.
“Stop moving before you fall. Out here letting soft ass niggas taste my pussy.” He gritted his teeth. “You think I like killingniggas over pussy, Samara?” He wiped his tongue over my pearl. His anger had him applying just the right amount of pressure.
“Oh my.” I let a soft whimper escape my lips as he buried his head in between my legs. He rolled his tongue around my pussy, sucking up my juices as they rained from my body. I wrapped my own hands around my mouth to silence my moans.
“You mean everything to me, baby girl.” He hummed into my center.
“Ooh, fuck!” I moaned, my voice just above a whisper. I could feel my thighs tightening around his neck as my sweet juices coated his face. I don’t know what I had been thinking allowing Ashton or anyone else to come close to me when this man made me feel so damn good.
“Sweet ass pussy.”
“Um huh! Don’t stop!” It felt so fucking good. I could barely silence myself. My body shook as he sucked my pearl like he was trying to remove it from my body. My back arched, giving him more access to me. I was on the verge of cumming.
“I’m….cu… cu… cumming!” I let out a muffled scream.
“Wet my fucking face!” He coached me as he snaked one of his hands around and pushed his thumb into my clit. My legs began to shake uncontrollably around his neck.
“Fuck! Oooh! Meechie!”
“You better not ever let another nigga taste my pussy again.” He pulled on my pearl as my juices sprang from my body. “I want yo’ curve game strong as fuck from this day forth! Do you hear me?”
“Yes!” I panted, attempting to break free of his hold, but he held me there, never removing his face from between my legs.
“Damn! I love you!” My vision was blurring, and I didn’t know if I could cum anymore. “I love you… please.” I was begging. Slowly, Demetrius lowered me to the bed.
“And you moving out of that damn apartment when we get back. I don’t want no nigga knowing where you rest yo’ head.”
He stood from the bed.
“Now, go help my grandma cook. She probably worried and yo’ ass in here being fast.”
I rolled my eyes at him as I flipped his dumb self off.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good. I am just about to rest in here, trying to figure out what the hell we are missing. He kissed me on the lips, and I exited the room.
Gran gave me a sly grin, letting me know she knew what we had just done in the back room.
“The power of love,” she said as I went to the sink to wash my hands.
“The power of love,” I repeated.