Page 37 of Captured By A Reckless Soul

“Say daddy I’m bout to cum.” He demanded as he kept the same pace making sure he hit a certain spot that was causing that euphoric feeling to take over my body.

“Ohhhh, daddy something is happening!” I cried out loud and held on to him tight no longer making my pussy contract around him.

“You cumming for daddy let that shit the fuck go Mattea.” And I did just that as I felt something gush out of me. I screamed until I felt hoarse and the more he stroked, the longer the feeling kept hitting me hard causing my stomach to cramp up. He slowed his pace then sped it back up as my eyes rolled back. It felt like I was about to cum again as he pulled halfway out of me and short stroked my pussy. Ream was causing so much pleasure and pain it was driving me literally insane. I couldn’t think straight, it felt like I was losing my entire existence.

“You look so fucking sexy when you cum for daddy. I need you to do that shit all day and all night for me.” Just the sound of his voice had me ready to cum again, the way his hazel brown eyes captured mine had me in a zone, his zone. I came again on his dick, and he slowly slid out of me. I fell on my back as he fell back between my legs and lapped me up like a dog in heat. Ream was a nasty fucking freak. My pussy was sore but that didn’t stop him from pinning my legs back and having his way with my pussy. His face was buried in my center moving from side to side, my stomach caved in again and I felt another orgasm rise inside of me as he pushed his fingers deep inside of me.

“Remember, no matter which way you try to play this shit with me….” He licked from my snug hole to the top of my pussy causing my body to jolt from its sensitivity of cumming too much. “This pussy is mine. I own and will master this shit.” He talked with such confidence my body heated up. Entering his fingers back inside of me, I warned him as he moved his fingers like it was his dick that I had to pee.

“Nah, you bout to squirt all in my face, let that shit go.” He increased his speed and latched on to my clit at the same time. My scream sounded like a scream of agony when in reality, it was nothing but pure pleasure. I massaged my breasts, rotated my hips, and rode his face while his fingers worked inside of me until I was squirting out clear substance all into his face. He kissed my pussy and sat up as I laid back onto the bed half dead. I heard him chuckle as he kissed up my stomach. I couldn’t move even if I wanted too.

“It’s daddy turn now.” He mumbled against my lips, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.

“I can’t cum no more Ream.” I said above a whisper.

“Yes you can baby, toot that ass up and let daddy handle you.” He tapped my thigh as I lazily rolled onto my stomach flat. He spread my thighs and played with my clit from behind. I silently cursed myself as I felt my pussy rejuvenate and react to his beckon.

“Arch that back, I wanna see that big ass booty clap on this dick.” I didn’t know shit about getting hit from the back, but I guess I was about to learn. I got on my knees and spread my thighs, my breasts were pressed against my sheets as I laid my hands flat on the bed and waited for him to enter me. Slowly sliding in, he grabbed my waist and stroked in an upward position. He was sending shock waves throughout my body. That feeling that I thought I couldn’t feel no more started to rise back inside of me and I released again. I lost count on how many times he had made me cum. I heard him grunt behind me as he mumbled, “Oh shit.” His dick started to twitch as I felt hot liquid empty inside of me.

After laying entangled together for a long fifteen minutes, I felt myself going in and out of sleep. Lifting me up like I weighed nothing he carried me to my bathtub full of water and bubbles. Placing me inside my bathtub he walked away, leaving me to soak and get lost in my thoughts.

“What’s on your mind?” He leaned on the door frame and watched me. I shook my head no to indicate that it was nothing on my mind. When really, I had a thousand thoughts swarming around making my heartbeat run rampant. I wanted to panic because reality set in. I lost a part of me that I would never get back to a man, I didn’t quite know that well. I refused to regret my decisions because it felt too good.

“I want you to be able to vent to me, so I can understand you better and treat you accordingly baby.” The word baby sounded so much better when he was deep inside of me. “I ain’t looking for you to be my girl yet, Mattea. I just know that pussy is mine, can’t no other nigga, lick, touch or even smell it.” He stepped under the bathroom light as I got out of the tub to step into my shower.

“I’m a calm man Mattea until I’m not. When I’m not calm somebody dies.”

He walked out of the bathroom and left me alone with my thoughts.

Chapter Thirty-Two

SOLO

I sat at the bar to myself as I downed another shot of dark Remy. I had a plan to slow down on all the liquor I had been consuming but the shit became hard especially after losing my mom. It was nothing like having the parent that raised you around and as the days turned into weeks and those weeks turned into months. I could feel my heart icing over and becoming more frozen. I didn’t grow up like Ream. I wasn’t born into no royal shit with things laid out for me. I respected and gave Ream my loyalty because he had been like a brother to me.

Most niggas with power and money hearts were laced with greed. They looked at the underdogs as beneath them. Niggas didn’t stick to codes and keeping shit gangsta. Ream on the other hand made sure niggas ate properly and once he could see your ambition, he moved you up and boosted whatever pay he was already giving. Everybody got paid good down to the niggas that I had on the corners. The lowest of the low niggas from the bottom were able to feed their families and see a profit. To go against the dynasty, you had to be one dumb mothafucka. Ream wasn’t a selfish nigga when it came to sharing wealth.

I remember when I felt like he was just handing out too much money, he corrected me and let me know when you let niggas starve while you shined it brought more snakes your way. I thought about it, and it made sense. Ream had shit to the point of having niggas spoiled. There were definitely people willing to do any and everything to be a part of what we had. I looked out the front door of the bar and saw a pretty tall and slender light skin chick walk inside. She had her face frowned up as I focused in on what she rocked. I loved a pretty light skin chick, with curves. While this chick was on the slim side, I watched her turn to get into a booth and noticed her perfect pear-shaped ass. Her phone rung, and she looked annoyed by who was calling.

I watched her pretty lips move as she said a couple of words to the caller and hung up. Putting her hands on each side of her face, I watched tears drop from her eyes. I normally wasn’t moved by a bitch. All I had was good dick and a free hair do if the pussy was good. I was too deep into the game to even try to give some love shit a chance. Bitches were sneaky as fuck and you couldn’t trust them for shit. I done see good niggas give their hearts away to a basic ugly bitch that would downgrade in half of a second for a nigga that wasn’t on that good nigga level. Standing up, I dropped a couple of twenties at the bar and told the bartender to bring a bottle of Moet to the chick’s table. I had to of been feeling very good today or maybe it was the liquor talking because I wasn’t into persuading a bitch to fuck on me. Bitches knew who the fuck I was and how I got down, so when I approached any of them, they were wet already and ready to fuck.

I swaggered to her table and slid into the booth. She looked up at me as I held my hand out to shake her hand.

“Solo, what’s your name sexy?” I smiled as she rolled her eyes. I hope she didn’t make me have to get disrespectful on her ass. From the nice-ass Fendi dress she had on and the way she sat with her legs elegantly crossed, I could tell she wasn’t just an average bitch.

“Asia is my name, nice to meet you Solo.” She said my name slowly as she wiped whatever tears that remained on her pretty face. Her eyes were big and beautiful, her high cheekbones added to her sex appeal. She had pouty pink lips, and her teeth were white as fuck.

“Nice to meet you too, I came over here to get your number. I want to fuck with you later or tomorrow when I get some free time.” I hadn’t been at this table for five minutes and my patience was running thin. I was ready to become blunt as fuck and tell her how bad I wanted to wrap her sexy slim legs around my waist and fuck her hard like Melvin did Jody’s momma in the movie baby boy.

“Oh, I get it, you want to fuck me, huh?” she smiled, and I nodded my head. She was a smart-ass bitch, I was liking her already. “You want to fuck me raw and feel how tight and wet this pussy is?” her left eyebrow raised.

“I don’t fuck bitches raw, but I got a car full of condoms, if you trying to get down right now,” I smirked, wiping the smile from her face.

“Well Mr. Solo, we won’t be fucking. I haven’t fucked in over six years. I have Genital Herpes and I have flare ups, once or twice a year.” The bartender sat the bottle of Moet down and left. I sat stunned at the boldness she had. I don’t know what stuck more to me, the pussy being untouched for six years or the fact that she didn’t care about my opinion of her having herpes thinking that was gone turn me away.

“Shit, you need to google some shit, about a half of a billion people got that shit and don’t even know. Them nasty muthafuccas that got cold sores on their lips, that’s herpes. I got that shit when I was sixteen from a nasty ass bitch that burned me.” I admitted since we were being so open. I never told anybody I had that shit, I just moved smart with it. I didn’t fuck bitches when I had a flare up on my dick. I took my medicine made sure it cleared up and put protection on my dick when I did fuck. I admired this Asia broad though, she had most likely caught that shit from a nigga that didn’t care who he affected with that shit. So now she had cobwebs all in her pussy, I instantly wanted to be that nigga to knock her down and break her celibacy.

“Just because we both have it doesn’t mean I want to fuck with you. You’re really rude and I don’t fuck on thugs that don’t know how to respect a lady.” She turned her nose up, I noticed how she wasn’t thirsty to open the bottle I had got her. I did her the honors and cracked that shit open as she continued her rant that didn’t faze me. I took a couple of sips from the bottle and pushed it her way.