Sacredly Scarred

Chapter 9 xx

I do want to start doing Character Asks!!! I'll list the Characters below and you just comment a question you want to ask them and I'm the next chapter, I'll answer the question as said character! 😇 (I suggest you fill up the comment quota with Character Ask Questions)

CHARACTER ASKS:

ERIK

YENAI

RAINA

JON

A/N: Y'all needs to brace yaselves for this chapter. It's a rollercoaster...

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: Smut (daddy kink, choking, protected sex #noglovenolove), Fluff, Swearing, Fighting, Drug Use

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Yenai's POV

I woke up with a sudden jolt. The memories of last night were really foggy but what I did remember was Erik saving me from being assaulted by that guy at the club. Everything else was pretty much a blur. Either way, I had to see him. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror, surprised by the fact that I didn't look a hot ass mess. In fact, my makeup was off and my hair was parted into two braids underneath a silk scarf. Fuck, he's a keeper. Without putting on any pants, I ran up to his apartment and knocked several times on the door. I heard shuffling on the other side then the door swung open, Erik stood there (SHIRTLESS!!!!) rubbing his eyes and squinting at the light.

"Hey," he stretched. Oh, my fucking God, that morning voice. "You feelin' better?" I didn't answer. I just tiptoed up to him and kissed him. God, I missed this feeling. It's literally like some magnetic connection between us. He laughed once I pulled away from the kiss. "Good morning to you too."

"I... I just wanted to say thank you for last night," I whispered, rubbing my sleeves together. "You still helped me even though I was a bitch to you."

"You ain't gotta thank me. It was the right thing to do- Why are you not wearing pants?" He interrupted himself looking down at my bare legs.

"Oh, um, right. I kinda just ran up here-" He pulled me into the apartment and shut the door.

"I can't have niggas starin' at ya ass, baby girl," he said as he picked me up and placed me on the counter, standing in between my legs. I pulled his lips to mine and he pulled me tighter against him. "Fuck, baby, I missed you..."

"You missed me?" I moaned against his lips. "Show me how much you missed me..."

"You don't waste time do you?" He laughed. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. He laid me gently on the bed and I immediately pulled down my panties while he took off his shorts. I pulled off my shirt and headscarf and pulled him onto my body. His erection was pressed up against me and I couldn't help but moan. Fuck... It's been so long since I've had a proper orgasm.

"Damn it," he fumed getting off of me. "Condom." He opened his side table drawer and took out a Magnum (and yes, I need to say which brand every time because this nigga is fucking hung) before rolling it onto his length. He hovered over me, kissing my lips and the side of my jaw while teasing me with the head of his cock.

"Stop fucking teasing me, Erik," I whined, holding his face and pouting. He just laughed and bit my lower lip, easing into me. "Oh, fuck!" The feeling of his dick stretching my walls will never get old.

"Fuck! Ya shit still so fucking tight!" He groaned, picking up his pace. "Ya pussy's mad wet for me, baby girl. You takin' this dick so well, fuck!"

No one gets it. I wanted this nigga to choke the life outta me, but I was too scared to ask. He'd probably think I was crazy. He lifted both of my legs and rested them on his shoulders, using it as leverage to drill into me, harder and faster.