Together From the Start

TWENTY-TWO

Chapter Twenty-Two| Destiny

"Oh, right there, Trev," I moan out heavily. "Don't stop."

Trevor thrusts his dick deeper into me, my back arching at the violent movement. His rough palm digs deep into my ass, as he fucks me from behind.

I put my hand up behind me to slow him down, he then slaps my hand out of the way. Pinning me down further into the bed, proceeding to rigorously thrust into my pussy. His balls slapped against my clit, sending orgasmic spasms all over my body.

"Don't run, now," he grunts out.

My toes curl, hands gripping the sheets as the final wave of my orgasm is complete. Trevor thrusts his pelvis inward once more before pulling out and ripping off the condom. Letting his cum land all over my ass.

I turn around, grabbing a handful of his dick, and licking up the last drops of cum on him. He lets out some manly groans in return. I smile up at him, while he watches me swallow him whole.

He caresses my chin with his hands, "Nasty Girl."

Pulling up to his eye level, left a wet kiss on my lips.

that just made my pussy throb.

He lifts me over his shoulder, walking us into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, then placed me in it. He throws away the used condom, before stepping into the shower.

I had already begun washing off my body before he got in. I grabbed his shampoo for him. Squirting a little dollop of it in my hand before setting it down. His head is already bowed, ready for me to apply the soap to it.

As I scrub the soap starts to foam up, and a drop of it falls on his nose.

I giggle at him. He then takes some of it and makes a soap beard on my face.

"There, now we're even," he chuckles.

I start to pose with the soap beard, as he laughs. He then cupped my cheeks pulling me into a kiss. "You're so adorable."

"I don't want you to go," he says.

Technically I was supposed to be on a flight back to D.C. as of right now. But, he wanted me to stay for dinner, so he pulled some strings, and now my flight is early tomorrow morning. And let's just say after finishing dinner, we got a little carried away with ourselves.

"Stay with me forever?" He tilts his head.

"I'll try but I can't make any promises."

...

"Welcome home, Ms. Thompson, or shall I say, Mrs. Walker," Jayda said.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," I roll my luggage into the apartment as Jayda hangs her car keys up.

"So, we're home. Tell me all of the details."

"It was fun, he won the game, we had sex, nothing crazy," I say nonchalantly.

Jayda's jaw drops, and I start to giggle.

"Y'all did the nasty, rolling around in the mud together," she covers her mouth with her hand.

I nod my head.

"Well, how was it?"

"GURL, let me tell you, he brought the house down."

"I know that's right."

"Put my ass right to sleep."

She shakes her head, "Ohhh, y'all nasty." Opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water, "I saw y'all on Twitter all boo'd up after the game. I'm just so happy for y'all."

"I'm really happy as well, y'know."

...

After Jayda picked me up from the airport we got home at around eight a.m., I never had any morning classes. So went right back to sleep, before my only class for today at five p.m.

I'm awake now and it is twelve p.m., so I quickly got myself together and decided to meet back up with Jayda for lunch.

I grabbed my keys and just as I walk out the front door, I notice a piece of paper taped to my door. I grab it off the door, unfolding it. And start to read the message written on the inside.

'I miss you dearly, I see you're doing well for yourself.'

What the hell. I look both ways down the hallway, there is not a person in sight. I crumble up the piece of paper, stuffing it into my purse. Double-check to see if my front door is locked before closing it tightly.

...

Lunch with Jayda was nice, after that weird message that was left at my door. I've been kind of paranoid. The only person that comes to mind is...

Him.

I've had enough disgraceful thoughts and memories about him. I'm sick of letting him control my thoughts, right now he is behind bars and that is all I care about.

As I'm finishing up my last bits of assignments, my phone starts to ring on my bed.

I reach over to it from my desk chair, "Hello," I answered.

"Hey baby," Trevor answered.

I grin, "Hi Trev, what's up."

"Nun, just checking in on you. Just wanted to hear your voice."

I blush, "well, I haven't been up too much. How's training? When do y'all leave for Miami?"

"We still got a week n' half left before the Super Bowl. I don't we're leaving until next week. But, training has been good, I feel confident in us."

I sigh, "that's nice to hear."

"what's wrong?" he asked.

"Why would there be something wrong?"

"I can hear the stress in your voice, come on, tell me what's on your mind."

Rubbing my hands over my eyes, "I don't know, I just feel weird."

"Weird, how?"

"I just have a feeling something is off, y'know. It's not something I can explain, someone left a weird note on my door earlier today. I just feel like there are eyes on me or something."

He goes silent.

"Now, I sound like a crazy woman."

"No, no, no," he backtracks. "You don't sound crazy, maybe you're just overthinking it. You just need to relax, babe."

"You're right," I agreed with him. "Maybe, it's because I'm away from you, considering I've been with you for the entire weekend."

"Don't worry, I'll see you soon," he chuckles. "And then I'm going to fuck you like there is no tomorrow."

My eyes widen, "Trevor," I scold him.

"Don't act all innocent now, baby."

"Whatever," I laugh. "I've go to finish up this assignment, so I'll call you tomorrow."

"Ight, Night, baby."

"Night, Trev."

Before my shower, I search through my purse. Wanting to take another look at the crumbled-up note, as I stare down at it, my anxiety builds up.

"You're fine, Destiny," I speak to myself out loud. "He can't hurt you, not anymore."

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