Devout (Devout, #1)

by Takerra Allen

“I can’t believe you don’t trust me,” she giggled. “I had to do it. My thirst is real.”

“I did that. Didn’t want you to get wet.” She laughed. “That’s right… therapist, tour guide, nutritionist, and now God himself.”

“Boom! That’s my cousin!” Brianna shouted out. “My family breed bad bitches and bitchhhhhh… you the baddest! Holy shit, wait ‘til the hood talkkkk… Bitches gonna be dead! Hatin’! Just fuckin’ gagging all over the place like ugh, ugh, ugh!”

I guess the deeper in love we fall the scarier the thought of that love leaving us becomes.

I sucked harder, went harder, soldiered up and went harder than ever, went to war on that dick for Daddy.

I’m not the nigga that gets the girl everybody wants and forgets she’s the girl that everybody wants. Trust me… I know what I have.”

Neeka was the type of chick that made niggas take chances, with their lives even.

“Be easy, love… the body’s way too exquisite to fuck up.” “I’ll be careful with your car,” she promised. “I ain’t talking ‘bout my car.”

“Ohhhhh, nooooo… say it ain’t so… and it ain’t even cuffing season yet! He ain’t even let me pull the shit around the block! Neeka… is it cuffing season already?”

He allowed his mind to ponder on how he was going to fit Neeka in his life. Either fit her in his life, or make her the center of it and refit his life around her, depending on how she played her cards.

love peanut butter ice cream, sometimes I can just eat like a spoonful of peanut butter.” “You too pretty to be putting that nasty shit in your mouth,”

knowing D Rock was like not knowing D Rock, and you never knew what button would abort the bomb, or detonate it.

“Some… fucking… birdbrain-ass bitch attacked my fucking wife in front of my daughter, and some dead nigga… some fuckin’ lunatic, stupid ass, gotta be the dumbest mothafucka alive…”

I know he’s on his worst behavior when I perform like the sleeping beauty and let him be the beast.

“Cum for me, Neeki… Bust that sweet nut on my face, love.”

My baby is a gangsta in and out of the sheets. He’s no holds barred. And me, I’m just completely spoiled with pleasure as a casualty to his madness. I’m soaking, dripping, just sloppy wet by the time he turns me around again and climbs on top of me,

“Ohhhh! Yes, Daddy! Fuck your soul into me, baby! Fuck your soul into me…”

“To the fucking moon…amongst the stars, where you belong.”

She would be his wife when she was ready for that, they would grow old together, he would die first, and she would die a day later.

“Stoooppppppp! Pleaseeeeeeee!” “That’s! Ya fuckin’! Problem!” Neeka hollered out with every strike of the strap, the slapping noise of leather on wet skin giving her a psychotic rush. “Ya! Mama! Never! Beat! Ya Nasty! Ass!”

Maria wanted to lose her religion over a tattooed thug that belonged to Neeka, she too could catch that strap as well. D Rock was definitely right… the spirit of him had invoked her. She was possessive and she was his possession. And she was now possessed.

“I don’t care if it takes sixteen hours to get you to happy… I’m gonna always get you there, baby.”

Call me if you need me.” “I always need you, Neeki, but I’ll try to manage until you get back.”

I swear to God. I’ll rob this whole earth of all good and bring it to you.”

“Neeka, people put diamonds under magnifying glasses because they can’t find flaws without ‘em. They’re so fucking gorgeous that you gotta study ‘em like crazy just searching for something to be wrong with ‘em.

“Daddy,” she breathed out and he lost it. He went through the roof, grew wings and flew. “Yeah?” That was all he could manage with shock in his eyes and brows knitted in muddle and rapture.

Neeka didn’t know she could cum so many times, not just herself, but as a human being.

There’s a small sliver of a space between heaven and earth, and he had guided her there, repeatedly.

When he could no longer cheat it and hold back, he exploded and he mumbled off numbers that had Neeka thinking he was temporarily insane. “What was that?” She huffed out, out of breath and tingling all over, her body sore and delighted. He dropped his head next to hers, breathing heavy himself and when he finally was able to speak he shocked her with the revelation. “It’s… It’s… The safe combination.”

Goooot damn!! It’s like that??

Stepping into the den with angst in her switch, she called out, “Daddy?” “Yeah.” “Yes.” She froze. Mortification…

To the normal nose, it would be nothing, but he could still smell the faint sweetness of her. He’d played in that pussy the whole drive there, made her cum twice on those fingers.

It was a feeling that was remembered, a feeling of wholeness, security, of just feeling like she belonged to someone who genuinely wanted her to belong to them, not because they were obligated.

It didn’t make sense to go through life with someone’s dick inside of you 24/7 but if I had it my way…

“Don’t pout. Keep that warm. I’ma eat it up in a minute.”

You make him the person he supposed to be. Keep doing that.”

“That’s why I love you, girl. You know a nigga thirsty and you make a river for me.”

“God… damn… I would murder everything moving for this pussy.”

That’s the one right there