Page 9 of Know Your Place

“No.”

Anger flashed through me, and on instinct, I slapped him.

He chuckled. “Oh, you ain’t like that?”

“Tell me it’s mine,” I demanded as my chest heaved. I was close to becoming undone.

“You want daddy’s dick to be yours?”

“It has to be mine if you don’t want me to crash the fuck out.” My brows scrunched in concentration as my legs shook.

Beretta lifted me off my feet because he knew once my legs got to shaking, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself up.

“You gonna crashout about me, Juicy?”

“You know I will.”

“Do I? You act like you don’t even like me.”

“I don’t.” I panted as he slowed down his strokes. My hand found his locs, and I twisted my fingers around them.

“Then why you want claim on my dick?” He kissed my neck.

“I love your dick.”

He chuckled. “But you don’t like daddy?”

“No.” I groaned.

“You know I’ll stop this shit right now and leave you hangin’, Juicy. Why you insist on playin’ wit’ me?”

“Please don’t stop.” I hated how my tone sounded like I was begging. I never begged for dick, but fuck. Beretta had that magic shit.

“Tell me you like daddy.”

“Tell me it’s my dick.” He stopped for a split second, and I tugged on his hair. “I like you, daddy. I like you. Don’t stop.”

He squeezed my ass as he continued his slow, deliberate strokes. His voice sounded in my ear, and I shivered at his words. “This yo’ dick, Juicy. Ain’t nobody else got claim on my baby’s dick. You hear me?”

All I could do was nod because his words sent me over the edge. My juices mixed in with the water falling over us.

“Fuck, Beretta.” I clung to him as I came down from my orgasm.

His strokes didn’t stop. “I’m about to nut in this pretty-ass pussy, baby. You ready for this nut?”

“Yes, daddy. Give it to me.” I breathed heavily as he grunted.

Finally, his strokes ceased, and he pressed his forehead against my shoulder. “Damn, Juicy. I swear you got that good shit.”

I giggled as he put me back on my feet. “Come on, bighead. Let’s wash up.”

“See ya ass in a good mood now that you got some dick,” Beretta joked.

I flicked him off and quickly washed us both off. When we got out of the shower, he carefully dried me off and then himself before we went into my room.

Beretta flopped down on my bed as I went into my closet and grabbed a T-shirt and some panties. When I popped back into my room, I asked, “What you ’bout to do?”

“Order us some food and watch our show,” he replied.