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..Under..
I'm gonna hold my breath until you feel it in your chest
When I go under, under
I ain't coming up until you screaming knock it off
When I go under, under
You be making waves, my ship's here to stay
I got what it takes to swim up in it all day
I want you to shake it, later tell me it was great
When I go under, under
"Stop, Devin. I'm not playin'
with you..", Destinee warned, allowing the bed sheets to engulf her small frame.
"Come on baby, please.."
"No, I'm not letting you go down on me,"
"Why not?", he whined.
"Because..it's weird..", she admitted, hiding herself under the sheet.
If there was one thing that made Destinee uncomfortable more than anything in the world, it was oral sex. Whether she was giving it or receiving, it was just out of her comfort zone.
Devin really didn't mind not receiving, sometimes, but giving was something that he enjoyed. Just the thought of pleasure coursing through her body, just from using his tongue excited him.
Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her body closer to his.
Her back pressed against his chest. He had a plan on how he was going to make her give in, a plan that never failed when he wanted something from her and couldn't get it.
"Baby girl..", he huskily cooed.
Oh God, she thought to herself,
That damn voice is going to be the
death of me.
Destinee shuddered at the touch of his hand. He slowly slid it down the length of her bare torso, using light touches to ease her mind.
"I just want to please you, is that so bad?", he pressed his lips against the nape of her neck all while playing with the waistband of her boy shorts.
She began to feel butterflies in her stomach. The things this man does to her are unexplainable. If she wasn't so breathless and speechless just from his gentle touches, she'd be pleading him to touch her.
Devin almost had her right where he wanted her, key word, almost. He'd have to keep going until she's weak, basically melting in his hands, which hopefully won't be too hard.
Destinee prayed to God, telling him to give her the strength as Devin slid his hand into her underwear. Snapping her thighs tightly together before Devin had the chance to get to her pearl, she mentally patted herself on the back for gaining some type of self control.
"I told you, I'm not playin' with you Booker..", she groaned.
She thought she had complete control, that was until she felt his tongue stroke the outer shell of her ear.
"Come on baby, open those pretty legs of yours for daddy..", his calloused hands gently massaged her thighs.
"Please...", vulnerability started to kick in, her thighs weren't shut tight anymore, giving Devin the opportunity to sneak his hand in.
