Page 10 of Juke (DeLuca Brothers #4)

“That muthafucka touches you again… he’ll be unrecognizable.” Rashad looked at me, dark and deadly. “You ain’t gotta worry ’bout that nigga no more. I got you, shorty. You can bet your life on that.”

My chest got tight, not outta fear this time… but relief.

“Come here,” he murmured, opening his arms.

I didn’t hesitate. I climbed right into his lap, legs straddling him as my arms slid around his neck.

His hands found my waist, then my hips, holding me like I was something precious and breakable.

Our lips met soft at first, like we were testing the moment.

He groaned low when I tugged at his shirt.

“You sure?” he asked, voice rough.

I nodded, already breathless. “Yeah.”

He stood with me in his arms like I weighed nothing, and carried me to the bedroom, then laid me down with care that didn’t match the hunger in his eyes.

He stared like he was deciding where to start.

His fingertips traced over my skin… his mouth traced every inch of skin he came in contact with.

My collarbone, the swell of my breast, my stomach.

Each kiss was a claim that made my body loosen and open under him.

I sighed into it, arching my back when his tongue circled my nipple and his palm cupped the other, rolling it until the heat took over my entire body.

“Breathe, Lovie,” he murmured against me. “I got you.”

“Mmm,” I moaned in response.

He kissed lower, teeth teasing my hip, and hooked his fingers in my waistband. I lifted my hips as he peeled my leggings and panties down in one sweep, tossing them aside. A soft kiss to the inside of my thigh, then higher. What started off as sensual turned greedy fast.

“You good with me, Lovie. You hear me?” he whispered against my neck first when he crawled back up to kiss me, then slid right back down, mouth settling between my legs like he’d been starving for it.

“Yes,” I breathed out, already shaking when his tongue went flat and slow, before he sucked my pearl into his mouth.

“Say that shit like you mean it, baby,” he demanded from between my thighs, voice roughened by the way I rocked into his face. “I need you to believe that shit.”

“Yes, Rashad. I believe you.” My voice cracked on his name when he sealed his mouth around my clit and sucked.

He hummed like my pussy was the best thing he’s ever tasted in his life.

Two fingers pressed into me, thick and patient, knuckles dragging as he curled them up.

I gasped, with my hand in his hair, while my thighs trembled around his head.

He placed his arm across my lower stomach, holding me down just enough to keep me there while he ate.

“Don’t run from it,” he said, glancing up, lips shining from my juices. “Take this shit.”

My body was already under his spell. At the sound of his deep command, I gave in.

The orgasm that was brewing hit me hard and sharp.

He didn’t stop no matter how hard I tried to push his head away.

He kept devouring me until I came again and was out of breath.

He kissed my thigh before he climbed up my body, and kissed me deep and nasty so I could taste myself on his tongue.

He slid his fingers through me once more before he lined himself up with my center and pushed in slow—inch by inch until I felt full enough to feel him in my chest. He kissed my lips, then my cheek before he got to my ear.

“Breathe, mama,” he instructed. “Relax so I can work this pussy out.”

My body gave in just like it did earlier, and he sank the rest of the way. He was stretching me to my full potential and the way he groaned into my neck let me know he was enjoying the feeling just as much as I was.

“Oh, God,” I whispered.

“I know… shit… I know,” he groaned.

He rolled his hips, carving a path that had me trying to pull him in deeper. Each stroke dragged on the way out and pressed in deep. His hand slid under my thigh to hitch it higher against his body. This position allowed him to find a spot that made me jolt, causing him to do it again.

“Damn, baby,” he groaned, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You feel that shit?”

I nodded.

“Lovie, you gotta use ya words. I need you to speak up, baby. Tell daddy what you want.” He picked up his pace, and my body started to heat up and tingle again.

I don’t know what this man was doing to me, and right now I didn’t care as long as he didn’t stop. “Oh, God! Rashad, you feel so good… keep it right there. Ooh… shit… right there.”

“That’s it. Talk to me, baby. Tell me how you feeling.” His voice was low and husky. “You hear that shit? That’s how wet you are for me, baby. Shit, L.” He hissed.

The tenderness was long gone, and he flipped the switch. He grabbed my ankle and pushed my knee back to my chest, pinning my body between his and the bed. He drove deeper, harder, making the headboard create its own rhythm against the wall.

“I’on hear you, mama,” he taunted. “Let me know wassup.”

“Rashad—” I cried out as I squirted all over the both of us.

“Gah damn.” He frowned as he looked between us at the mess I made before pulling out of me and cleaning me up with his tongue before he roughly grabbed my leg and tossed me on my stomach.

“Arch ya back.” His hand pressed low on my back as he slid back into me deeply. “Look at you taking all this dick like you know it’s yours.”

I was done for. Hearing him say that he was just for me caused the floodgates to burst wide the fuck open. I melted into the mattress as he pummeled me into a dimension I never wanted to leave.

“Fuck.” He gripped my hips, pulled me back onto him. “You feel me, baby?”

“Yes,” I choked.

“Where.”

“I feel you everywhere.”

“That’s my girl.” His palm landed on my ass—one sharp smack that stung but felt like heaven all at the same time.

“Don’t you fuckin’ move.” He set a brutal rhythm that was long with heavy strokes that bottomed out and dragged me to infinity and beyond.

His hand slid up and wrapped gently around my throat, not squeezing, just owning it while he bent over my back and talked me through it.

“Breathe, mama. I feel it. All you gotta do is let that shit go for daddy. Don’t hold it. Let it go, baby, so I can cum with you.” His thumb dipped between my thighs, circling my clit in quick circles that had me unraveling. “Mhm…it’s right there. Give me that shit, mama.”

“Rashad,” I whimpered as I gave him everything like he asked. My orgasm ripped through me, vicious and sweet, while my legs shook so bad the mattress squealed. His strokes deepened, sending me over the edge.

“Fuck, Lovie. You gone make me nut,” he groaned, pace breaking. “You ready for me to cum, baby?”

“Yes… please.” I begged.

He pulled me upright, my back to his chest, holding onto my breasts, while the other hand was still loose at my throat. He fucked me from underneath, deeper, making my toes curl off the sheets. “You feel that? That’s me making sure you’on let another nigga get close to you again.”

He kept talking, knowing damn well I couldn’t form a complete sentence right now, even if my life depended on it. He grunted before kissing my jaw, then pressed me back down and started hammering into me wild and rough, letting me know he was on the verge of his own orgasm.

“Give me one more, baby,” he demanded.

“Rashad…” My body listened before my mouth did, and I shattered again, as tears slid down my face. I clenched around him so hard he cursed before I felt him jerk inside of me.

“Mmm… fuck,” he moaned as he let his orgasm finally take over.

Once he got his breathing under control, he eased out of me slowly before getting up and going inside the bathroom.

I heard water running and shortly after, he returned with a washcloth and gently wiped me clean.

He kissed the small of my back, then my shoulder before his lips ended up on my mine again.

“You good with me, Lovie.” He stated.

“I’m good,” I whispered back.

“I wasn’t asking.”

He pulled me onto his chest and pulled the covers around us.

His heartbeat was steady, and all the fear I’d been bottling cracked and spilled out with the tumultuous orgasms he snatched from me like it was nothing.

Call me crazy, but I believed everything he said.

Every rough, filthy, tender word. Call me crazy, but that belief settled me.