Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 112755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
The sound of his balls slapping against her pussy resounded in the room as they spoke to one another, professing their love for each other. Neither wanted to release the other from the warm, all-encompassing embrace.
But then, she leaned into him and stopped riding on a dime. Their eyes locked. Her beautiful lips parted, and she purred, then sighed… He ran his hands slowly up and down her back, knowing it was coming. The shake. The tremble. The damn near convulsions he extracted from her, each time he made her climax.
She held him so tight. Quivering like an earthquake. Trickles of pussy juice ran down his dick as she cried out, arriving at her orgasmic destination. When she settled, he placed her on her back, grabbed her legs, and pushed her knees up to her ears.
He slid back inside her…
They sighed at the same time as he bottomed her out, nice and slow. His palms rested on her knees as he pivoted his hips back and forth. Deep. Deeper. Deepest. As he looked into her eyes, he saw himself once again. This time, unlike the piece of broken mirror that caught his reflection after his fight with Axel, he didn’t feel useless, broken, or ruined. In her eyes, he had purpose. A place to stay dry and warm after being caught in the storm. Her pussy was a sensual haven. Her heart, his claim and domain. From the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, he felt a tingling all over. He became lightheaded trying to fight the feeling—he simply had to give in.
“Fuck… I’m ’bout to cum, baby…” He closed his eyes tight, lay flat against her and pounded the shit out of her, rocking his hips in rapid thrusts. She fucked him back, rocking and rolling her hips, squeezing her pussy as he thrust inside of her.
“LET ME FEEL IT! CUM, BABY! Cum on, Legend!”
“AHHH!… UH! UH!!! SHIT!” The climatic spasms made him feel as if his body had a mind of its own, captive to her and her alone. His body had been trained by her. Like a dog. The snap of her pussy, and he was putty in her palms—officially owned by Desiree Washington.
Church.
Bazzi’s, ‘I.F.L.Y.’ (I fucking love you) played as they lay there, tumbled together. Humbled together.
As the minutes passed, he resigned himself to the fact that this was it. He’d reached the finish line of any uncertainty he may have held onto. He wasn’t fucking this woman. He’d been making love to her. His head hurt, his heart thudded, and as he listened to her heartbeat sprinting while lying on her breasts, eyes closed, his body turned languid, and his mind raced. He understood now more than ever that Ms. Florence had given him an assignment, but he never turned in his report. What would be his final grade?
He rose up to take in her face. Her eyes were glossy, but she closed them tight, pushing the emotion away right before his eyes. When she reopened them, they were trained upon him, looking through his soul. She gathered the sheets around herself and briefly looked away. There was no need to say it. To define it. She had to know that he was so in love with her, it hurt. Every kiss was delivered with passion. Each shared laugh was thunderous and from the gut. He prayed that the tears would be few and far between.
“Legend?”
“Yeah?” He slipped away from her, reached for a cigarette on his nightstand, and lit it.
She didn’t say anything else for a long while. He got comfortable, crawled under the sheets, pulled them to his waist, hand behind his head, resting on a pillow. He looked up at his ceiling and imagined what Heaven looked like, but then, he looked at her, and realized Heaven was already home. It looked like Desiree.
She stood, and instead of joining him sitting against the headboard, she began collecting her clothing.
“What… what are you doing?”
“Leaving.”
He leaned forward.
“Why?”
“Legend… you don’t get to do this to me.” Her voice rattled like rusty chains. “I have opened up to you when you knew it was hard for me too. I have connected with you, allowed you to use my time, energy, and my body. Yeah, you don’t have to say it. I know it was mutual, and nobody forced me to do anything. I used yours, too, but the way you’ve been pulling away lately… I… I can’t.” She waved her hand about and then exhaled. “My damn panties are in your living room, and those dogs are out there. I can’t get them.” Her shoulders slumped.
“A second ago, you said, ‘I can’t.’ You can’t what?”
“I don’t know if I can trust you. That’s what. You either have someone else, but want to keep me too, or you’re holding somethin’ too close to your heart, and not letting me in. Either way, I can’t participate in this. My emotions are being toyed with. I don’t do anything half-assed. I go all in. Anything you’ve wanted to know, I’ve told you. I’ve been an open cookbook, with extra recipes in the back! Full color, glossy, limited edition! You know that I love you, but I can still turn away. Where it’s safe! I. DON’T. WANT. TO. GET. HURT! But you’ve already hurt me. I refuse to be taken for a ride!”