“Yes,” she moaned.“God, Cass, yes.” Good dick would make a bitch say anything. She had taken plenty of dick before him, but she loved a man who talked her through it, and Cassidy was playing into a fantasy that had been in both their minds for years. This was the most passionate dick she had ever had, and he was the one she was pining for now, so he got the prize as the best. A woman always hyped a nigga dick game when she liked him, but surprisingly, Cassidy wasn’t coming to play. She felt her orgasm building everywhere, and there wasn’t one reservation in her mind about submitting sexually to him. Whatever he wanted to do,whatever he wanted her to try, no matter how deep or fast or hard he wanted to fuck, she would go there with him. It felt that good. She never wanted this to end.
“Is it mine, Sloan?” he asked as he fell victim to the rhythm of her riding him. The way his dick disappeared between her ass cheeks every time she bounced on it, he couldn’t contain himself. He gripped her waist tighter as he matched her strokes. Thick-ass dick made her legs shake.“Tell me it’s mine.”
“It’s yours!” she whimpered.
“Can I put my name on it?” he asked. He had never even considered dropping off his last name inside a woman, but he knew he wasn’t pulling out. They would have to worry about the consequences in the morning.
Sloan couldn’t even answer; all she could do was cry out in pleasure as she came.“That’s three,” he counted. She was too tired to position herself, so he moved her entire body, facing her in the correct position to ride him from the front.
“My clit is so sensitive,” she whimpered as he eased his dick in and out of her. She was spent. She couldn’t move, but she felt every inch of dick he pumped into her as he did the work for them both. Thank God he was strong. He was fucking her back, lifting her hips, and annihilating her pussy. Her clit was overstimulated. Mini orgasms shot through her body like aftershocks with every stroke. In all her years, her pussy had never been beaten up. Cassidy was going for the knockout. It was the most overindulgent, sensitive, gluttonous, erotic, nasty, pleasurable thing she had ever experienced with a man. She felt his dick contracting as he released. She hadn’t done shit in a whole thirteen minutes, and still, she felt like the champ for taking him down.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he finished, breathing hard.“Ohfuckkk.” She loved a vocal man. She hated guessing if a man was enjoying her or not. He fucked her slowly through his entire nut, and the pressure of his dick sliding against her clit milked her of one last orgasm. Her clit was throbbing it was so aroused. She convulsed even at the pressure of his body, and she felt another orgasm slide out of her effortlessly. She was overstimulated at this point. A connoisseur for him. She didn’t even tell him about that one because this was greed at this point. She was done. She rested her head on his shoulder, and he sat there with the mess he had made in his lap. He kissed her shoulder so gently, so proudly. It felt like he was giving her a gold star. She wanted to take that bitch to the playground and show it off to her homegirls. She had never been satisfied like this.
“I’ve thought about this for a long time,” he admitted.“Thank you, baby.” She smiled, blushing at his level of comfort with her. She wasbabynow. Might as well change her whole name. This moment felt intimate in a way that was reserved for lovers.
She rested on his chest, and his hold was so tight that she wanted to stay there forever. So much pent-up emotion filled her. It was overflowing, and she had an overwhelming urge to let it out. Her heart pounded as silent tears rolled down her cheeks. He would have never known she was emotional if he didn’t feel them wet his chest.
“Why are you crying?” he asked as he stroked her hair softly.
“I’m just glad you’re home,” she whispered.“I never thought you would make it home. I didn’t even know you remembered that night.”
“I never forgot,” he answered. She craned her neck to look up into his eyes. He reached down under her armpits to pull her closer to his face. Her lips were his to try whenever he pleased.“If they ever take me away again, at least...”
He hadn’t realized how much his bid had affected her until he heard her sob at the notion. He hadn’t even finished his sentence. He cleared her curly hair from her face, and he could see a storm of emotion in her. There weren’t words he could say to erase whatever she had faced during the time he was gone, so he would have to show her. He had lived with the weight of disappointing his father and being away from his sister and mother. He had no idea there was one more person who had felt the consequences of his choices.
“Come here,” he whispered. He adjusted, getting comfortable on the couch, and she tucked herself under him and pulled the throw blanket over them.
“I don’t want to talk about that,” she cried.
“Okay,” he soothed.“We won’t.” He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back until she calmed.“I’m not going anywhere.” That seemed to reassure her, and he felt her breathing slow. They lay there in silence, overthinking.
“How wegon’hide this from Ellie?” Sloan mumbled, half asleep.
“Shh… go to sleep,” Cassidy said.“Everybody and everything else don’t exist until tomorrow.”
Chapter 10
December 21st
Sloan was in a love story. She had to be because that was the only time men behaved like this. She woke up to the softest kisses, and she moaned as she readjusted into his body. Cassidy reached around her body, gripping her ass, and pulling her closer.
“Good morning,” he whispered.
Sloan couldn’t even open her eyes.“Not yet,” she whispered back. The sun wasn’t even out yet. She wasn’t ready to face reality.
“I’ve got to go, Sloan,” he said regretfully.“I’ve got to meet Loyal about some business.”
She opened her eyes, and he was there, staring at her. She had been in love with this man since he was a boy, and she wanted to say those three words so badly. She wouldn’t, though. It would only make him want more than she could realistically give, and that wasn’t fair to him. She wanted to ask him to stay. They had waited for this moment for two decades, and one night hadn’t been enough. It was passing them by already, and she desperately wanted more, but she knew there was no amount of time that would be enough except for forever. So, he was right. She needed to accept it for what it was— a fantasy fulfilled. Logic told her that his departure made sense, but she couldn’t convince her heart to understand. Her eyes were already fucking watering.
He kissed her, and she closed her eyes as he turned her on her back. Those kisses went from her lips to her breasts, down her stomach, until he captured his prize.
He ate breakfast quickly, pulling that morning tension right out of her body and leaving her quivering. He rested his head on her stomach, kissing her skin as she rubbed the top of his head.
“You scare me, Cass,” she whispered. She felt him tense, and she knew her words affected him.“After you went away, my mom…” Sloan’s voice was shaking, and she had to massage her hands to stop them from trembling. She could still see her mother’s battered body in her mind.“She was killed…” Sloan paused as the trauma of that day seized her entire body. “… by her boyfriend. He was someone who was supposed to love her. I saw him dote over her. Day in and day out, until one day, I came home and found her in her bedroom, beat up until she wasn’t even recognizable. He strangled her to death, Cass, and when they finally caught him, I found out he had done the same thing to another woman before. He was on parole for assault and attempted murder of another woman ten years before that. He was violent, and he went away for it. He paid for his crime and convinced everybody he was a changed man, only to do it again. I don’tdate violent men. I don’t trust rehabilitated men. You beat that man to death, Cassidy.” She cried because she knew he wouldn’t be an exception to that rule.“As gentle as you were with me last night, how can you hurt someone the way you did? How do you even have that in you?”
Morning had brought logic back to their situation, and the moment was sobering. He sat up, and so did she. They were no longer living in their fantasy. This was reality, and he swiped one hand down his face before leaning forward on his knees and bowing his head.
“I would never hurt you, Sloan,” he said, clearing his throat because it was knotted in emotion from the fact that he knew her fear of him was real.
