“Nah. Don’t even think like that.” Ramel picked my head up so we were looking eye to eye. “Your mother called you for this tour because you showed her what I already knew. You showed her how fucking valuable you are. The video we uploaded has over three million views and counting right now. That is the type of publicity you can’t even buy a brand-new artist with. You bring your own hype, baby.”
“You think so?” I asked, needing all the validation I could get.
“I know so, and I want you to know it too. Tell me you know it.”
“I know it.” I smiled up at him. “But what about us? Are you good with this tour? Are we going to make it through this?”
“We can make it through anything as long as we do it together.”
“Okay, I will call her back in the morning and tell her it’s a go.” I cheesed. “I can’t believe I’m going on tour.” I shrieked.
“And this is just the first of many.”
This time, when he kissed me, Ramel scooped me up in his arms and carried me toward the room. My legs were wrapped around his waist with my middle pressed against his stomach. I could feel my ass resting on his already hardened dick. Oh, how I missed that feeling.
Ramel seemed to make it to the bed in less than two steps. He flung my body onto the pillows effortlessly before spreading my legs to make his way in between, headfirst.
“I even missed your fucking smell.” Ramel took in a deep breath before closing his eyes as if he was completely focused on savoring the scent.
“I missed your kisses.”
As soon as I said that, Ramel wrapped his lips around my middle, kissing it softly in all the right places. He let his tongue flick at my clit, causing pressure to build between my legs instantly. It didn’t take much for him to summon an orgasm as if my body only responded to him. My body quaked underneath him as he held me in place so I couldn’t run.
“Ramel, please.”
“Please, what?” Ramel looked up at me from between my legs with lust-filled eyes. “Tell me you ready for this dick.”
“I want it.”
I didn’t even get the words all the way out of my mouth before Ramel was sliding into my walls. It was a beautifulmixture of pleasure and pain that I didn’t mind drowning in. The way he gripped me closer as he pounded in and out beckoned another orgasm.
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
Ramel
“Fuck.”
I moaned as Gina bounced up and down on my dick. We’d been going at it almost non-stop since we made up. The only time we weren’t fucking was when we were either working or getting a few hours of sleep.
“Oh my God. Now I don’t have the energy to even go to work on my last day.” Gina spoke with sleepy eyes as she finally climbed down, like she wasn’t the one constantly wearing my ass out.
“Don’t try to blame that on me. You the one be jumping on me like a damn bunny rabbit. I can’t wait until I get cool enough with your pops to tell him how mannish you are.”
“I don’t think there’s enough cool in the world for a conversation like that with my dad.” We both laughed because I knew she was right. Hell, I wished a man dating my daughter would ever get that comfortable.
“So you’re already planning on terrorizing our daughter’s boyfriends?”
“What boyfriends?
“How do you expect her to have a husband without first having a boyfriend?”
“Any man who call himself interested in my baby girl needs to know she a wife from the start. Just like I know her mama one.”
“I’m glad you know because after all that nasty stuff you just did to me, you’re never getting rid of me.”
Instead of replying to Gina, I just shot her a smirk that let her know she could get it again, right there in that moment. I had no plans of ever getting rid of her ass. If I were being honest, I was already thinking of a master plan to solidify her being in my life forever. I wanted her to enjoy her career getting off the ground, but I was counting down the days until I could put a ring on her finger and a baby in that belly.
