“I promise. No matter what,” I expressed, leaning down to suck on her neck.
That was Elise’s spot, and I loved how gushy her pussy got when I showed it some love. When Elise started cursing and showing me her wild side, it made me fall harder for her. I knew I was the only person who got to experience Elise in her most vulnerable form. Pussy choking my dick with her titties bouncing beneath me while she allowed her mouth to expel her raw, unfiltered thoughts. I broke the kiss and lifted up slightly, gripping her left leg now that her pussy wasn’t fighting me. I drilled her pussy in that position, her back slightly lifted off thecouch. Elise’s pussy was so good that I had to pull out for a second and lick my tongue up her slit. I trailed up to her clit, sucking on it for a few seconds before going back to her pussy lips.
“Fuck, Rashawn! I love youuuuuu!” She shrieked. I slurped her juices up then spat them back on her clit before gripping her waist and lifting her up slightly. With Elise in position, I rammed my dick back inside of Elise and drilled her relentlessly. Her braids bounced out of her ponytail and covered her face. I fucked her harder, loving the sight before me.
“Rashawn. I’m about to cum. Oh my God, baby. Please make me cum!”
I fucked Elise just like that, her titties jiggled, and whimpers bounced off the walls until I felt her pussy convulsing on my dick. With my hands squeezing Elise’s fleshy waist, I slammed into her one final time, shooting my nut all in her pussy.
“Wheeeeew! Shit!” Elise exhaled, relaxing on the couch with a Cheshire grin on her face. “I love you so much, Rashawn.”
“I love you too,” I leaned over Elise, my dick still buried inside her quaking pussy.
If she moved wrong, he was going to come back to life, and I was going to do her ass worse the second round. I swear, Elise was the most beautiful woman in the world. Everything about her was perfect. From the smooth blemish free sandy brown skin, perfect teeth, and the way she didn’t give a damn to do her edges, she just let them lay wild. Minimal effort, and still fine shit. There wasn’t a bitch alive fucking with my baby. That freshly fucked face, combined with the way her skin glowed from the beads of sweat that formed around her forehead, made Elise look majestic. I was gone off this girl before I ever got the pussy, and every time she let me have it, the shit got worse.
“Rashawn, we have to talk…”
A loud gasp sounded near the door, breaking our stare, and silencing Elise’s words.
“Elise Marshay Hunter!” The deep baritone of her father’s voice was déjà vu all over again. Shit sent me right back to that day eighteen years ago.
I was so enthralled with Elise as her body quivered beneath me and my nut shot all up in her. Riding that high made me oblivious to my surroundings. We froze in place for a moment, and I glanced over to see Noreen and Peter, Elise’s parents, standing in the doorway. Noreen’s hand covered her mouth in shock while she stared off to the side. Peter lifted his cane to his mouth while he sucked in quick, angry breaths, facing the side as well. I pulled out of Elise and lifted off the couch to find my basketball shorts while she fought to pull her dress down to cover herself.
“Aye, shut that door man! Let her get decent!” I barked as Elise pulled her titties back into her dress.
Peter slammed the door shut with so much force that the picture frames on the wall rattled. We sat up on the couch, and Elise hopped to her feet, brushing her braids out of her face. I stood to my feet, towering over everyone in the room as I gripped Elise’s hand.
“Rashawn, please let me handle this,” Elise flashed me a nervous smile, and I nodded in confirmation. I licked my thumb and gently cleaned the residue from my nut dripping down her chin. “Mom and Dad, what are you doing here?” Elise rasped, still trying to catch her breath.
“What are we doing here?” Noreen scoffed, turning to face us. “What are you doing letting him lay on top of you all spread out like that?”
“Images that I’ll never be able to unsee! At least now we don’t have to interrogate you to ascertain the truth about you and him,” Her dad piled on. My jaw clenched and I looked overat Elise. We were in the midst of a test, and it was time for Elise to choose me for once. At thirty-five, I couldn’t keep moving in secret.
“I knew as soon as you moved down here that…” Her dad continued but Elise interjected before he could finish his statement.
“Mom, Dad, stop!” Elise shouted. “That key is supposed to be for emergencies only. I’m still not ready to talk after what happened at the Fall Festival. Especially not right now after you barged in here, invading my privacy. I’ve lived in Tampa for almost twelve years, and you guys have never taken the initiative to drive up here. I know you two probably better than you know each other. You drove up here because you suspected I was seeing Rashawn, and you wanted to catch me. Well, here we are, your eyes are not deceiving you. I love Rashawn, and to accept me is to accept him.”
My face stretched into a smirk, and my heart did some skipping shit. Hearing Elise choose us in front of her parents healed my heart from the crack that was left eighteen years ago when she sent me away to appease her parents. We built something worth fighting for, and I squeezed her hand as a form of gentle reassurance but a silent reminder that I wouldn’t hesitate to take that cane and beat her father’s ass if he got out of line.
“Accept the man who helped corrupt you at such a young age? The man who defiled your body before your prefrontal cortex fully formed. While unwed. Never!” Peter bellowed.
“Alright, man, bring that shit down. Essex just told me I have to learn to problem solve without putting my hands on people, but you’re making it hard for me,” I grimaced.
“You know what, young man, this is a family matter. You can leave. This is a conversation that should be held in private.” Peter suggested, immediately lowering his tone.
“Dad, I just said to accept me is to accept Rashawn,” Elise griped.
“Yeah, and I’m not leaving Elise here with y’all. We are going to finish this conversation. Come to some type of understanding, then we are going to bed,” I detailed, motioning between me and Elise. “We both have a long day tomorrow.”
“I guess the devil gotta knock on your door like he did with Essex before you open your eyes. You just better hope that you aren’t the Victoria in the situation,” Noreen addressed Elise. Her eyes flinted from Elise to me for a brief moment before she continued. “I thought that after the abortion, and everything that transpired after you shared your body with him eight years ago, you would have learned your lesson.”
Elise’s hand tensed in mine, and I felt my heart racing. I zeroed in on Elise, blocking out our surroundings. It felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest, and I swallowed hard, fighting to keep my composure.
“Rashawn, let me explain,” Elise sputtered, grasping my other hand. Her body moved directly in front of me, and I desperately searched her face for something I never found. I needed to find a sign that told me her mama was lying. Instead, guilt washed over Elise’s face the longer I looked. Tears rimmed her eyes, and she took a silent, deep breath.
“So that’s really why you went cold on me? You killed my baby?” I queried, snatching my hands away from her grasp. “We were all dealing with some dark shit after losing Victoria. My best friend tried to kill himself, and then you shared that your love for me never died and how Victoria’s death made you realize that life is too short. Sucked me right back in just to spit me out and kill my baby. It was never my lifestyle that pushed you away again, you knew what you did, and you put that shit on me. God forbid you have my baby and disappoint your people,” I ranted, plopping down on the couch to collect my shoes.
Just as quick as my heart healed hearing Elise ready to stand up for us, it was shattered into a thousand pieces, leaving me empty that time. I felt like I was suffocating. I had to get the fuck away from Elise and her people. My brain was scattered, and then I started rambling my inner thoughts; I wasn’t holding shit back.
