Page 15 of He Thugged Me First

“Nah, shorty. You have the baggage. I’m just waiting for you to find your way back home. Do I gotta give you directions or…” His sentence trailed off as he continued to kiss my body. I swear his touch was so tender, so compassionate that I didn’t even know how to respond.

“Find my way home? That sounds like?—”

“You know what the fuck I mean, Gayze. You gonna tell that man that you coming home or do I?”

“Things aren’t that easy, Mazzier.”

“Says who? Shit is how it is, and it’s easy as fuck depending on the person. I mean, I could fuck around and make shit easier for you.” He pulled back and looked at me with questioning eyes. “Things are easy because this is what’s supposed to happen. I co?—”

I didn’t allow him to finish his sentence because I just wanted him to invade me. He might’ve been right, but I didn’t want to think about any of that. I wanted to feel him. When I pulled back, I just looked at him before batting my eyelashes. “Remind me what home feels like.”

“You sure about that? Because once we take it there, shit gets more complicated than it already is, G.” He peered at me with questioning eyes.

I licked my lips and nodded.

Before I knew it, he had picked me up and proceeded to carry me in the direction of the stairs. In less than ten seconds we were up the stairs and entering his bedroom where he put me down to stand on my feet.

He backed up before sitting at the foot of his bed, just looking at me. “Strip down.”

“Right here?” I asked, already looping my hands into the top of my dress. He made me feel so sexy, so hot and ready, that it took everything in me to not rush out of my clothing.

He tucked his lip beneath his teeth before nodding. “I gotta see all of you, G.”

Slowly, I peeled my dress from my body before watching it fall to the floor.

That left me in nothing but the lingerie set that I picked out this morning.

Instead of looking down at myself, I looked back at him.

His eyes were no longer on my face; they were dancing around my body with excitement evident in them.

Before I could speak, he walked up on me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “You so fucking beautiful,” he complimented as he caressed my skin.

He turned me around, backing me up toward his bed before he gently pushed me against it.

Once I was laid back and he stood over me, I noticed I was holding my breath in anticipation. He had me feeling like it was my first time all over again, and he hadn’t touched me yet.

“Once we take it here, I ain’t gonna be able to share you, Gayze.” He locked his arms around my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the bed.

“I don—” I couldn’t even speak because the first lick across my flesh had me ready to redress.

Just the feel of him let me know this probably shouldn’t have happened.

I couldn’t move though. It was like I was commanded to lay there and allow him to punish my lower extremities with his mouth.

He knew what he was doing because every time I tried to scoot away, he pulled me lower and kept me close. He knew he was torturing me.

“Mazz!” I yelped his name harshly, grinding my teeth at the z’s because he was taking my body to heights it hadn’t seen in years.

He was forming an unhappy habit within my being without my permission, and all I could do was moan his name while massaging his head.

My legs began to shake as I felt the pressure building and pipes bursting as everything in me felt like it was rushing down toward him.

“I’m… I’m—” I couldn’t even finish my sentence because I was cumming so hard that I had to grip the sheets beneath me.

My body no longer belonged to me; he’d taken ownership, and there was nothing I could do about it.

“I hope yeen think I was done,” he said, now standing over me.

I blinked lazily a few times, looking at him. I couldn’t understand how he was standing over me so fast. Before I could speak or even catch my breath, he was between my legs and pecking my neck. Before the night ended, he was sure to have me ready to be committed.

The feeling of his hardness at my opening sent my nerves and the neurons haywire as he pressed his succulent lips against mine. Before he entered me, he pulled back and looked at me. “You feel this?”

I nodded, becoming lost in the feel of his warm body all over me. He was showering me with him before he entered me. Though he had damn near drained me, just the feel of him gave me the energy to continue.

“This is you being loved right.” He thrusted into me the moment he finished his sentence, and I swore he was trying to kill me.

I couldn’t take the deep thrusts and neck kisses that he was showering me with.

It was like he owned it all. He had to because I no longer recognized me.

I was sure to look in the mirror in the morning and be confused.

I hadn’t been touched or filled like this since he did it years ago.

Mazzier Carson was sure to be the reason I was committed to a psychiatric hospital.