“Royce.”
My pleas fell on death’s ear.
“Fuck me back, Ishmael.”
Her eyes were still on me. Her hair was still in my hands. Her back was still arched. Her pussy was still suffocating me.
I stabilized her body with my left hand. Her right nipple was my anchor. I drove into Royce until her eyeballs disappeared behind her eyelids.
“Uhhhhh.”
Pleasure and pain mingled somewhere in her center. Retracting and reinserting myself, not halting until I was balls deep.
“Uhhhh.”
Royce was the culprit of her despair. She provoked everything that was coming to her.
“Uhhhh.”
I found my rhythm.
Back.
Forth.
Back.
Forth.
I plummeted. I retracted. I plummeted. I retracted.
“Fuck. I’m cumming. I’m cum– Uhhhhh!”
Me, too, my baby.
I released my seeds in her garden, hoping they didn’t result in growth. But, as our connection progressed, I was beginning to wonder which of us our daughter would favor and who our son would cling to most. Still, I wanted to respect her wishes and her womb. It was her body.Her choice.
“Go away with me.”
“The election is in three days.”
“I just need one, Royce. No cameras. No scandals. No phones. No media. Just you. And me. I’m tired of sharing you with Berkeley. I’m tired of you having to share me with Berkeley.”
“Where to?”
“Someone near… Secluded. I don’t want to spend all of our time in the air.”
Silence.
“I don’t mind tying your mean ass up.”
“You don’t have to.”
“So, that’s a yes?”
“That’s a yes, Ishmael.”
I dislodged from her pussy. Remnants of us fell onto the screen of my phone. I couldn’t wait to put that motherfucker back on my face. The call had ended and so did Royce’s reel.
