Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter One Hundred

Chanize POV

I am pregnant. 

The words kept replaying in my head. 

Dwayne was all over me at this point, kissing every acre of skin on my body.

Sucking on my neck, he pinned my hands above my head 

"D..." I moaned, I could feel my pussy throbbing, I wanted him... all of him.

"Fuck me..." I pleaded softly, I wanted to feel him inside me... i couldn't wait.

But Dwayne was in no rush... no rush at all.

Unhooking my bra, Dwayne tossed it on the ground, 

"No..." he kissed in between my breasts, "Say please,"

I rolled my eyes, okay this is how we playing. 

I said nothing. 

Trying to swallow my moans, I watched him.

Slipping his thumb into my mouth, I sucked it... tasting the traces of myself on his finger,

"Mhm..." I mumbled,

Latching onto one nipple and pinching the other, the wetness from his finger stimulated me, and the soles of my feet went numb.

 "Dwayne...." 

"Shhh" he sucked on my skin, lightly kissing my belly, whirling his tongue in my navel.

Before this man, I never knew that certain places on my body were that sensitive to touch, or maybe.... it was his touch. 

Only him. 

My thoughts quickly shifted to Shakeem. 

While it was short-spanned, I can't help but imagine what it could have been. And I don't regret coming back to my man... Dwayne is mine and I am his. 

I haven't heard from Shakeem, but I know that the series of unlawful events was his idea, and I also know Dwayne, Dwayne doesn't like to feel inferior, and he definitely doesn't take disrespect.

But you diss him, the voice is my head carried on.

No... I didn't.

I was just a bit vulnerable, hurt, and sad. To be fair, he did move on.

Wow... Wow, you don't say.... that little bloodclaat voice 

I need to stay off that black-and-white app.

I didn't know we would have ended up back together. In the end, someone's ego was bruised, feelings got involved, and I hope Shakeem can forgive me one day. Most importantly, I hope Dwayne and I can move forward. 

"You good?"

My focus shifted to Dwayne, who was face to face with my aroused clit, which pressed against my undies.

"Ye-" I cleared my throat, "Yeah, mi good,"

Pulling on the side, I quickly lapped my legs, preventing him from removing them.

Remember... we are still playing a game.

Dwayne chuckled... not even in 'i found this hilarious' kind of way, but a 'a bet me fuck you up' kind of way, 

And anytime him laughs like that... him up to something evil.

"Open you foot," he demanded,

"No," I smiled, "Say please,"

"No?" he raised his eyebrow

"No," i said again, 

"Alright then," he got up, "Have it your way,"

Before I could say anything. 

Dwayne bolted both locks on the door.

My heart skipped a beat.

Before I knew it, he pulled me to the edge of the bed, planting himself between my legs he used both of his knees to.... skin me out.

And he made sure I couldn't move.

"Cause all in a your mind... "  he pulled his shirt over his head, "Just cause you breed..." he continued to undress, "You can get weh..." he rested his gun on the dresser, 


Firmly, Dwayne tore the sides of my panty, pulling what was left of the soft cloth. 

Flipping me over, I giggled. 

I didn't even see where he threw it.

Snaking his hand under my belly, he forced me into a doggy-style position, bracing himself behind me, 

"A my pussy this hear that?" a loud slap filled the air, 

My batty jaw stung from the impact. 

I bit my lips. 

Gripping into my waist firmly, Dwayne pressed his dick against me,

"Mhm..." he moaned as he sunk himself into my wetness. 

"So... fucking warm," he buried himself in my pussy. 

"Agh..." I grasped for breath, my walls hugged his dick.

"Bout no..." he mumbled under his breath, stroking me

Picking up the pace, Dwayne raised one of his legs, making sure I felt every inch.

"Dwayne..." I reached behind me, placing my hands on his belly, pushing him out of me, 

"Move you hand," Dwayne slowed down, 

I lay there like a log... waiting on what he would do next. 

Brushing my hand away, a bit aggressively, Dwayne hissed his teeth. 

Another slap on my ass echoed.

Grabbing a handful of my hair, forcing my spine to cave in deeper,

"You no like hear don't?" my body ran cold hearing his voice next to my ear, the heat of his breath bounced off my neck, 

"Dwayne, wait nuh... Agh!" 

He trusted into me,
Balls deep.

"Fuck!" I wailed, well Miss Rose definitely heard that, 

"Shut up," Dwayne whispered, 

I swallowed hard. 

"Agh... fuck,"  I tried to... ease him off again.

Gripping into my flesh, Dwayne placed my hand on my backside, resting my fingers between my ass crack, nudging that I part it open for him. 

I guess he wanted to watch his dick slide in and out of me.

"Good pussy gal," 
 
Another slap.

I know there will be signs of this abuse, unfortunately... a him alone ago see and know. 

"Fuck," he moaned as I threw it back on him. 

He got comfortable... too comfortable, giving me enough time to plan my escape, Yes... mi a run from cocky. 

With his hand on his waist, Dwayne stood at the edge of the bed, every vein in his dick was visible. 

Dwayne chuckled, shaking his head. 

I was in the far top right of the bed.
I narrowly escaped.

"When since you start run from fuck?"  he danced around, swaying his dick from side to side.

Swing-a-ling.

"Me did ever stop?"

He said nothing.

Crashing into the bed next to me, Dwayne picked up his phone, 

"Dragga..." he spoke into the mic, "The likkle place pan the front... find out a who responsible fah and gimme a link," 

It was a WhatsApp voicenote. 

His dick was still hard.

"B..." he looked across at me, stretching his arm out, "Mek we watch a movie nuh,"

And again his dick was still hard.
I couldn't stop staring at it.

"A wah?" he look at it then at me, "You wah more?" he grinned.


He was on his phone again. 

"Gunbag... fawud over pan the block, and..." 

Scooting over, I wasted no time. 
I gobbled up his trunk in my mouth.

This caught him off guard. 

"And...And.. fuck..." his body tensed, struggling to speak. I don't know if he sent that voice note, but I would hate to think that he did. 

Bobbing my head up and down, my eyes rolled over in the back of my head each time i tried not to gag, trying not to die.

"Fuck," Dwayne moaned.

Squirming my eyes, the bright light from his phone made me shy, He was videoing.

I didn't mind. 

"Bumboclaaat..." Dwayne grunted, slipping his hand under my throat, feeling his dick under my skin as he pushed and pulled out of my throat.

"Woman... fuck," I heard his toes creak, 

Spit was everywhere. 
Extra sloppy.

"Come here," he called for me, "Make me taste you pussy... my pussy,"

Moving my body around, into a sixty-nine, Dwayne stopped me,

"No" he sounded annoyed, "Me wah see in a you face when ya cum"

Oh, I thought.

Dragging my body up to his face, I placed each knee next to his head, stooping over him.

He didn't look away, and neither did I.

I was nervous.

With both hands on my waist, Dwayne pulled me closer to his mouth.

I winced when I felt his warm tongue on my pussy.

One second in, and I was about to cum.

Cupping my ass with his hands, Dwayne flicked his tongue over clit slowly... then a bit faster, until he finally built up the courage to suck on clit, 

"Fuck..." my both hands pressed into the bed head, "Don't stop," I moaned, 

Slapping my ass lightly, Dwayne's fingers rubbed my opening, diving into me with two fingers,

"D..." I tried to catch my breath, I didn't even notice that I was grinding against his lips,

"Young Don," a heavy knock on the door, the doorknob twisted,

Gunbag.

"Yow!" he banged,

But Dwayne didn't flinch.

I bit my bottom lip... my whole body was shaking.

I listened as Gunbag marched down the steps.

Him and Miss Rose.

Dwayne moaned into my pussy.... pumping his cock.

Swinging my head backward, I tilt my body, pushing myself upwards, i wanted to please my man too.  Dwayne saw what i was trying to do, and held my lower back as support, pulling his legs ups,  while I twisted myself uncomfortably, taking his cock into my mouth.... sucking on it upside down.

Would this still be considered as Sixty-Nine? or Ninety Six. 

Dwayne moaned against my flesh.

With one hand Dwayne pressed against my spine, and with the other, his fingers pushed back the foreskin around my clit, teasing my bud with his licks.

But was he was near, I know him so well.

"Mhm..." I moaned with my mouth filled, I was about to...

And it happened, I squirted... a bit.

Pulsating, warm juices squeezed into the back of my throat, Dwayne came in my mouth.

I rolled off him, crashing into the soft mattress. 

What's left of his cum, trickled down my lips.

Dwayne said nothing.
He got up.

Turning over on my stomach like a happy puppy, I watched him with curious eyes, filled with love and admiration, Dwayne on the other hand had my juices all over his face, beard, and chest, 

"Look how u wet up man bredda," he chuckled, looking at himself in the mirror

I blushed,

"We no have no left a  left eno... oh, try bloodclaat know that,"

And I agreed.

"Until death do us part as weh pastor ever a say," I joked

But Dwayne didn't smile.

"Come in," he finally smiled, nudging his head towards the bathroom, "A bay cum deh pan u mouth," he teased.

I rolled my eyes.

My man.