Page 44 of Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming

“Good job. That’s my big Southern teddy bear,” Lyric grins.

Ranson thrusts his hips up as she sinks down. His hand is fisting her hair softly. They’re looking each other in the eyes as they fuck each other into next year.

“I love you,” Ranson whispers harshly.

“How much?” Lyric licks him from the bottom of his chin to the tip of his nose.

“Imma marry you without a prenup.”

“That’s hot. I want more.”

“I’ll kill anyone for you.”

“And my girls?”

“Yes!”

“Good, you’re about to make me come.”

Ranson tosses her off him, and she lands on the other side of the bed. He grabs her and pushes her head down while her ass is up. He flicks her clit with his tongue. She clenches her ass cheeks making him smack them.

Ranson covers her pussy with his whole mouth and wraps his arms around her legs holding her steady.

He looks up at her “You gon come in my mouth. Do it, Lyric! Come in my fucking mouth.”

Lyric grabs the sheets on the bed and shakes. Tears form in her eyes.

“Shakir!” she screams.

Time ceases to exist. It’s like in those TV shows where the world ends and there are two characters in a white void of nothingness … that is, until Ranson brings her back by pulling her by the hips before slamming his dick back inside her from the back. Upon her return back to Earth, Lyric responds by throwing her ass back and matching his every thrust.

“I thought I lost you for a minute,” he smacks her ass.

“Nuh-uh, not without me getting that nut.” Lyric bites her lip.

Ranson stiffens and squeezes the side of Lyric’s ass before he unloads.

He doesn’t yell like her. Instead, he growls ferociously before falling back on the bed and taking her with him. She ends uplaying on his stomach. He pulls her so her head is on his chest and wraps his arms around her.

10

RANSON

They’re back in LA, and as predicted, Parker has released a statement that his investing partnership with his son, Ranson Hamilton, has officially ended. He’s also suing Ranson for breach of contract which could end up tying up all of his money. Ranson took the news well. He had mentally prepared himself for it. He didn’t get an official email from Morris disinheriting him until later that day.

He and Lyric are currently having lunch in the back room of a Brazilian steakhouse in Beverly Hills. Being with her has made everything make sense. He’ll continue investing in small businesses. Granted, he won’t be able to help as many people without his father’s money, but it’s about time he stopped using it as a safety net.

“I hope you ordered enough food for me,” Braxton says, as he appears in the entrance.

Braxton is big, like Ranson, but his skin tone is lighter. Height definitely runs in the Hamilton side of the family because all six brothers are six feet tall or more.

“Hey!” Ranson gets up and greets his brother with a hug. “What are you doing here?”

“You didn’t tell him?” Braxton smiles at Lyric.

Ranson turns to Lyric. “Tell me what?”

“I was waiting for her to get here.” She addresses both brothers.