Page 29 of Captured By A Reckless Soul

“I want you to show me what it feels like for a man to love me correctly Keem, even if you fake it. Just make me feel good, prove to me that sex is one of the greatest connections between man and woman.” I thought after being raped and beaten by Tre I would never want to have sex again. Every time I got around Hakeem my hormones would jump only for him. I recently started masturbating and the man I always pictured between my thighs was Hakeem. Walking me towards his room, I held on to him, I could feel my juices fucking up his shirt. He gently laid me down on his pillow soft bed and got right between my thighs. He didn’t hesitate, he latched on to my clit causing my back to arch up off the bed. He took me right to ecstasy, a unique feeling I never felt before. Using his free hands, he massaged and pinched my nipples until I was cuming hard.

Sitting up to catch his breath, he stepped off the bed and dropped his pants, along with any other piece of clothing he had attached to him.

“I give you this dick, only once Chella. Don’t start acting crazy like you own this muthafucca. You understand?” I bit down on my lips and sat up to get a good view of it. My mouth watered and I felt compelled to wrap my lips around it. It stood up solid at attention, standing to my feet, I lowered to my knees. Keem stopped me and pulled me close to him, chest to chest we locked lips again as he lifted me up like I weighed nothing. On instinct alone, I wrapped my legs around him and kissed his neck then shoulder blade.

Before I knew it, Keem was sliding deep inside of me, filling me up all the way. When he got inside of me, he stayed still, I gasped as my eyes slightly rolled back. I never felt a man so deep into my core like his dick was reaching places inside of me that I didn’t know was there. Enjoying the feel of each other, he held me up by my waist as his feet remained planted on the carpet. Squatting with me still in his arms he started stroking at an angle that kept my mouth agape. He moved himself at a steady pace making sure to hit a certain spot inside of me that had my toes curling tight.

Releasing his neck, I placed my hands flatly on his chest as he stood up straight gripping each ass cheek while picking up his pace.

“Mmm Keem baby.” I sniveled and tried to wine my hips on him and was failing to do so because he controlled the rhythm so well it felt like I couldn’t get on beat.

“This pussy…” he bit into my shoulder then kissed me passionately on the lips. “Is so fuckin’ sweet.” Another kiss to my chin as he bit down, I felt myself on edge about to release again. "So fuckin’ tight.” He caught my right nipple and bit down softly applying the right amount of pressure. “Cum on my fuckin’ dick Chella, wet this shit up.” He demanded and I held nothing back as I yelled his name and cried at the same time. Laying me down on the bed, I felt vexed and spent at the same time. Vexed because he didn’t nut, he had me questioning myself. Climbing on the bed, my eyes shot down to his dick. As if reading my mind, he smiled while getting between my legs and throwing my feet on his shoulders.

“This that grown man dick baby.” Slapping his dick on my swollen clit, he eased back inside and looked down at himself going in and out of me. Using his fingers, he circled my clit making my legs jump. Gathering up my juices he licked his fingers and kept going while staring me deep into the eyes. I didn’t give a fuck what Hakeem had to say or what he thought, this dick was about to belong to me and only me.

He handled my body very well and put me in so many positions, he had me dizzy. I didn’t count how many rounds we went; I just knew after what felt like hours of heavy sexing. We laid together in bed as I clung tight to him, and I drifted off and slept peacefully for the first time in a long time.

“Bitch you giving my pussy up to this nigga now?” Tre yelled while standing over my blood-soaked body. I had wounds all over my body. Behind him stood three naked white men with small penises that were hard as they looked at me with hunger.

“I’m sorry Tre, please just let me go! I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” I pleaded as he picked up his foot and stomped down hard on my protruding belly.

“Nooo, my baby Tre.” I cried and grabbed my stomach. I just knew he had killed Hakeem and my baby. I wanted to die but wanted to make it back home safe to Hakeem.

“I already killed your fucking pussy ass nigga and that sister of yours! I let these same tricks take turn on her as well,” he chuckled. “When I’m done killing you, I’m killing ya parents. Y’all come take turns on this bitch but give me my money first.” His eyes turned red, and I could see the devil dancing in his eyes. Everything seemed to be in slow motion until Hakeem burst through the door shooting anybody that turned around to stare at him.

“Kachella! Kachella! Wake up, baby.” Hakeem shook me woke as I felt my body covered in sweat. I had another intense nightmare and all I could do was sit up and bring my knees to my chest. Each dream I had made me feel like it was impossible to exit. I would lay in bed at night in feel trapped inside of a nightmare that I couldn’t get out of. Hakeem pulled me close to him and held me in his arms. Instantly, I felt secure and safe.

“Someone calls me every single day and doesn’t say anything on the line. Just silence.” I looked off and stared at nothing in particular. Feeling his hands stroke my back gave me comfort while I was feeling so traumatized from the dream that felt so real.

“We gon’ call and change your number in the morning, until we get that nigga, stop leaving the house with no type of protection. I know you want to live and be free Kachella but for right now you got to move smarter. That nigga somewhere hiding good, but I’m about to step this shit up and have my cousin pull that nigga’s whole resume.” His jaw clenched and I didn’t have to be convinced that he would go after Tre and make him pay. I never wished death upon someone until Tre came along.

“Have you talked to my sister?” I asked changing the subject as he released me and got up and headed to his master bathroom.

“Nah, but we gone chop it up soon. I just been having a lot going on with my line of work and my family issues.” He said over his shoulder, I could hear him starting the water and followed in his steps. I wasn’t going to ask him, I just planned on spending the night. Stepping in the shower behind him, I admired the face tattoo of his mom that he had plastered big as hell on his upper back.

“Where is this headed between the two of us?” I asked softly kissing his shoulder allowing the water to run down my face.

“Honestly, I don’t know Kachella. I like you a whole lot.” He turned to face me and brought me close to his chest, looking into my eyes. “You beautiful as fuck, I fuck with you heavy more than I do these other broads. On the real I got mad love for your sister too though; I respect our friendship. I got to keep it real with you by letting you know I feel fucked up for fucking with you, you make it hard to resist you ma.” I frowned up and quickly fixed my face after he placed a kiss to my lips.

“Let me get a better understanding with her first and I will see what’s to come of us. That’s a big change for us, it’s a lot that comes with that. I don’t think we ready for that, but we can try if we get your sister’s blessing.” Once he turned his back and started to bathe his body, I silently rolled my eyes. I didn’t give a damn about Mattea’s blessing. I wanted Hakeem and I was determined to have him. A man like him was hard to come by in this generation. I was not about to let Hakeem’s fine good dick-having ass go.

Chapter Twenty-Six

MATTEA

I walked out of the mall and placed my dark sunglasses over my eyes. Cali’s sun was playing no games as I made my way out of the Fox Hill mall. I loved shopping and today I had a reason to shop and spend a little cash. My sister’s birthday party was tomorrow and today I planned on pampering myself. I had a hair appointment in a couple of hours and my nail appointment was tomorrow morning.

I was dressed down in some sweats and a spaghetti strap shirt. I had on my favorite Chuck Taylor shoes, with my hair slicked neatly into a ponytail. I had made fifty thousand, doing my last mission for Hector. My bank account was looking lovely until I figured out what it was, I wanted to do outside of the dynasty, I would be secure with cash. I decided it was best to stay clear of Ream after all that shit went down with Matthew. My brother whom I was close to currently wasn’t speaking to me and my sister Kachella had the nerves to be upset about me shooting Hakeem. Hakeem reached out daily, and I even had missed calls from Ream.

The only people I gave my time to were my two little brothers and my parents. I didn’t give a fuck about anyone else’s feelings. Hitting the lock on my car, I opened the trunk and placed my bags inside. Turning around to get to the driver’s side a limo with tents pulled up and stopped behind my car, blocking me from getting out. Sighing and pulling my gun out I pointed it towards the back door that was opening.

“Put that away before you hurt yourself, Reaper.” Solo’s tall bulky frame leaned up against the door as he stared at me like he didn’t want to be here. Before I could respond two other big guards that matched Solo in height stepped out of the car from separate doors with their guns drawn.

“I kind of like you, Reaper, I want to keep it that way. I usually come across people with flaws and find myself wanting to kill them. I don’t feel that with you.” He looked at the guards and nodded his head. One of them approached me and I tightened my grip.

“Take another step, and I will blow your head off and watch your brains fly onto him.” I spoke with seriousness as I looked around at the onlookers that looked scared as hell by the sight of all of us holding guns. I told their nosey asses to move along and chuckled at a couple that started to run out of the parking structure. Time was ticking, pretty soon, someone would alert the malls security.

“They are here to take your car, where it needs to go. You have an obligation to the dynasty. I wouldn’t be tracking your ass down if you would answer that work phone. Ream needs to see you now, not later.”