Chapter 17

17

K assadee

What I thought would be a quiet night of binge watching How to Get Away with Murder and yelling at those spoiled ass kids for the millionth time while eating popcorn with jalape?o peppers was disturbed by someone beating on my door. I had no earthly idea what was going on but panic set in immediately. No good could come from banging like that.

I almost jogged down the hall, and my heart dropped at the sight of Dali. Fearing the worst, I quickly unlocked the door. He damn near shoved me into the wall as he stormed inside.

“Where the fuck is he?”

It took me a second to respond. As he charged down the hall, I followed him, clutching my chest.

“Where’s who?”

“The nigga you went on a date with!”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, gripping his arm.

The sinister laugh he released caused chills to cover my arms. “Your brother told me you were going on a date tonight, Kassadee. Where is he?”

Releasing a long breath, I chuckled. “Look at me, Dali. Does it look like I’ve been anywhere?”

With a tilted head, Dali eyed me. His breathing was ragged as he stared at me. I saw the moment his body relaxed. Dali’s brows straightened and mouth parted. Running a hand down his face, he chuckled.

“So you’ve been home all day?” he asked quietly.

“Yes, crazy. I don’t know why Ken told you I was going on a date but—”

Dali sucked his teeth as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He dialed Ken’s number and put the call on speaker. When he answered, the sound of laughter filled the line.

“Did you catch him?” Kennessy asked before laughing.

“Boy, why did you send this crazy ass man to my house like that?” I yelled, snatching the phone.

“Because I wanted him to finally admit just how much he loves you and wants you. Tell him we’ll lock up and not to bring his ass back home until y’all make some shit shake.”

“Bu—”

He hung up in my face, and I growled as I shoved the phone in Dali’s chest. As I paced in front of my sofa, Dali took small steps toward me. His pitiful look did nothing to calm me down. It wasn’t until he gripped my wrist and pulled me into his chest that I stopped pacing and looked at him.

“The thought of you being with someone else made me lose it. I know I said I’d give you time, but you’re mine, Kassadee.”

“Dali…”

“I’on give a fuck about your fears and reservations. I don’t care that you don’t think you deserve the sacrifice I made. You do, and you’re going to let me love you so I can show you why. It’s clear you need a list, so we in a relationship now and you can start taking notes on the shit. At the top, I want you to write this…” With an arm wrapped around me, his voice softened when he added, “Dali Ingram is a real fucking man. He is all the masculinity I need. Therefore, it is his responsibility to serve and give and I receive. It is his truest pleasure to provide for me. The more he does for me, the better he feels. Giving up boxing to have a life with me wasn’t his sacrifice; it was his honor.”

Unable to hold back my tears, I tried to lower my head. He palmed my cheek, and I kissed his hand.

“What did you do to deserve me quitting?” He chuckled. “You existed. You blessed me with your presence. Trust me when I say, bae, you alone are more than enough. We are beyond those what you bring to the table type conversations. I’m the table. I’m the foundation. But you…” Dali’s head shook as his eyes watered. “You’re the feast. The nutrients. The supplement. Not just for me but for our future family. If all you give me for the rest of our lives is your love, respect, and companionship… that will be more than enough for me. You make me happy. You increase my peace. You were one of my closest friends and life partners at one point. That’s all I need.”

And that was all I needed.

It was more than what I needed.

My eyes scanned his handsome face. There was so much sincerity in his words, his tone, his expression. I wrapped my hand around his neck and lowered him to my lips. What started as a slow and exploratory kiss quickly turned deep and nasty.

Lowering to my knees, I pulled his jeans and boxers down and took his meaty, long dick into my hands. A low hum escaped me, and I licked my lips as my mouth watered. I loved sucking Dali’s dick. I loved letting him fuck my mouth. There was something about the guttural groans and moans he released that made my pussy ridiculously wet.

“Swallow it,” he demanded as I stared up at him.

“Say please.”

“Please, bae.”

As I smiled, I opened my mouth and swirled my tongue around his head. After teasing him with my tongue, I took his length into my mouth. I sucked and slurped, wetting my mouth and giving my throat time to prepare for him. When I was ready, I took his length down my throat.

He moaned and looked toward the ceiling as his stomach clenched. I alternated between palming his shaft when it was out of my mouth and massaging his balls, causing him to moan and curse. I didn’t care about the saliva that poured, my eyes watering, or the involuntary gags when he gripped the back of my head and began to fuck my mouth. All I cared about was the pleasure that consumed him and how good it looked on his face.

Dali warned me that he was about to cum. I gripped his thighs and leaned back slightly as his dick began to throb inside of my mouth. Once I’d swallowed every drop of his cum, I allowed his still hard shaft to pop out of my mouth. He wasted no time picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder. As I shrieked, I told him not to drop me. Dali slapped my ass and assured me I was light work as he carried me to my bedroom.

He tossed me onto my bed and made quick work of undressing me. At Germany and Twila’s party, that was the first time Dali and I had sex in a while. It was fast, frenzied, and exactly what we needed. Tonight, he took his time as he slid inside of me.

“I missed you so fucking much, bae,” he confessed against my lips before kissing me.

Our eyes were locked as we kissed… as he entered me… and it was such an intimate exchange I almost cried. My eyes snapped shut and lips trembled as he reached the pit of me. His strokes were long, slow, and deep. I held him close and tried to maintain my composure. His strokes were so precise I felt them all over me.

Dali looked down at me with those light brown eyes and I felt naked under his stare—not physically, though that was the case, but as if he was looking at my soul. Cupping his cheeks, I made him promise not to leave me.

He kept the same pace until I came, then he pulled out and made me laugh when he slid his dick between my breasts. The friction caused me to moan. I opened my mouth and licked his tip as he fucked them.

“How do you taste?” he asked.

“Mm… good.”

Dali smiled and moaned. “You nasty as fuck. I’m going in every hole you got tonight.”

Just the anticipation was enough to have my walls tightening as I whimpered. He pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach. Instead of coming back inside, he kissed and nibbled my neck, back, and ass until I tooted it up and asked for more.

Dali played with my asshole with his finger before sliding his dick inside. I’d never felt so full… until his thumb entered my pussy and he palmed my clit. With each movement, I could do nothing but grunt and whimper. Each ragged breath was released through trembling lips as my body quaked. His strokes started light and slow, but the wetter I got, the deeper he went.

“Fuck!” I cried out, almost falling into the bed.

“Getcho thick, pretty ass up and take this dick.”

Holding me in place by my waist, he never missed a beat. The sound of my wetness filled the room, and I didn’t know where I started leaking from first. I came and squirted at the same time as my entire body quaked. That time when I fell into the bed, I was unable to get up. Dali’s warm seeds splattered against my back as he moaned my name. My eyes fluttered as I smiled and fought to regulate my breathing.

“Don’t go to sleep,” he said, palming my ass while laying next to me. “We need to shower, then we’re going another round.”

The Next Morning

Dali was up before me. He’d been up long enough to handle his hygiene and start breakfast by the time I was tumbling out of bed. Once I was done in the bathroom and dressed in a fresh silk two-piece set, I headed down the hall toward the kitchen. I found Dali staring out of the window above the sink. He looked to be in deep thought, so I didn’t want to disturb him, but I was curious about what had him so focused.

I made my way next to him and wrapped my arm around him.

“You’re not changing your mind about us, are you?” I asked, getting a low chuckle out of him.

“I will never change my mind about us, baby,” he replied, taking me into his arms.

“Good, because I was about to murder you, and I don’t know how I could explain that to Mama Pam.”

That got a heartier laugh out of him. “Listen, if she knew I’d said what I said last night then changed my mind about us, she’d help you bury my body.”

That I wouldn’t deny. Both of his parents loved me, and Mama Pam said I was the daughter she always wanted.

“If it’s not us, what are you in here thinking so hard about?”

“Why do you think something is on my mind?”

“Because you’ve been up for like a whole hour and you haven’t even kissed me yet,” I said with a pout.

“Damn. You’re right.” His hands lowered to my ass. “Let me correct that.”

Dali gave me a deep, tender kiss that had me weak at the knees. When he pulled away, he admitted, “I was honestly thinking about what our first date should be. I want it to be perfect.”

“Aww, really?”

“Yeah. It’s taken us a long time to get here. I want us to start our relationship right.”

For a while, I just looked up at him, probably like a lovesick puppy. Dali chuckled and led me over to the table, but I couldn’t sit idly while he finished our breakfast. I made us a few mimosas with both champagne and tequila along with my grandmother’s famous blueberry biscuits. By the time we sat down to eat, he’d prepared a breakfast feast.

“What are your plans for the day?” he asked before taking a bite of bacon.

“Work. You?”

“Same.”

“Your work ethic is crazy. You have staffs for all your businesses, yet you’re still so hands on.”

Dali shrugged. “I like to stay busy, and I like structure and routine.”

“Meanwhile I’m more spontaneous.”

“And that’s exactly why I’ve been thinking of what the perfect date could be… but I think I know what it will be now.”

Excitement surged as I shimmied in my seat. “Ooh my first official date with my Dali. What do you have planned?”

He gave me a cocky grin. “You’ll see. I’ve never failed at being a first for you, and I don’t intend for that to change now.”

Dali winked and I squeezed my thighs together. From the moment I gave him my virginity, he earned the title of being the nastiest, most intentional lover. He was the best I’d ever had, and the thought of making love and fucking him for the rest of my life made my pussy wet.

Our breakfast seemed to go by in a matter of seconds, but I think that was only because I hated saying goodbye to him. It didn’t matter how much I told myself we’d see each other again soon, I was already more attached to him, and I couldn’t wait to be in his arms again.