The low hum that buzzed in the rear of her throat vibrated around my shaft, increasing the feeling of pleasure I received.Within minutes, I was on the verge of releasing, but I wasn’t quite ready.
I pulled out of her mouth and lowered to my knees, and she stood. I spread her legs and positioned myself between them, cupping her mound with my hand as I worked her over. Our eyes locked, and not once did she look away while I fingered her.
Unable to take much more, she gripped my head and pulled me forward, until my nose bumped into her mound. I pulled back just a little and covered her with my mouth, slowly letting my tongue slide in and out of her. Her hums were soft caresses to my soul. I sucked at her clit until she mewled and gyrated her pussy against my mouth.
I slurped and sucked, enjoying the pleasure as much as she enjoyed being pleasured. When she screamed my name and pierced the skin on my shoulders, I knew she was done. I used my tongue to clean her up before I lifted her. She locked her arms around my neck and settled down on my uncovered dick, letting me spread and stretch her until I fit comfortably inside of her tight walls.
Her nails raked across my back, and her teeth sank into the skin of my shoulders. She alternated between licking and biting me, but I didn’t care. My hands were full with soft, plump ass cheeks that I enjoyed spreading wider each time I lifted her.
Pleasure ripped through me every time she sank down my length and squeezed her wet flesh around me. We rocked up into each other, hard and fast, until we were almost out of breath. I carried her to the bed where I laid her, refusing to break our connection.
Her legs cradled me as they wrapped around my back. Up on my knees with my hands planted on either side of her head, I rutted inside of her, welcoming the feel of her heat.
Tears drenched her face, and I knew that it was a result of the bottled emotions inside of her.
“Baby, why are you crying? You know I feel helpless when you do that.”
She reached up and gripped the sides of my face and lifted her head. Lowering my own head to release the strain on her neck, I covered her mouth with mine. She was even aggressive with her kissing tonight, something she knew I didn’t care for. But I let her have it, if it would make her feel better and give her an outlet to express whatever she was trying to internalize.
I wrapped a hand around her neck, thrusting inside of her with brute force. She loved when I took her without reserve or hesitation. As I suspected it would, it caused her to cum within minutes.
She needed this. I needed this. But I also needed to talk. I had to hear what was on her mind and heart, and sex wasn’t always the answer, no matter what she thought, and no matter how well matched we were in bed.
I emptied into her a couple of minutes after her release. But I didn’t immediately fall back after I did. I remained in place over her, kissing her forehead, eyes, nose, and lips before I finally collapsed onto my back and pulled her with me.
“Thank you, Deuce.”
I kissed her shoulder and temple before I laid my head on the pillow again. “You never have to thank me for taking care of you.”
She was quiet for so long that I wondered if she had fallen asleep, until I felt the tears on my arm.
“Please tell me why you’re crying, Lena.”
“I can’t continue to do this. It’s breaking me, Deuce.”
“I know, baby. But it’s because of us that people’s bad circumstances aren’t worse than what they are. Things could have been very different tonight if we hadn’t been across the street on another call when we heard her scream.”
Three children were taken from their home and placed into foster care because their mother was rushed to the hospital, barely clinging to life. The children’s stepfather had beaten her so badly that her features were barely recognizable. We were on a call about a noise nuisance when we heard the woman screaming, and one of the kids had run out of the house screaming, “Somebody help my mama! Help my mama!”
We immediately ran out of the yard we had been in and headed across the street and one house over. While Lena corralled the children, I had taken the stepfather down and handcuffed him. Another car had already been called for the same issue, thanks to the next-door neighbors who had heard the arguing long before we heard anything. The neighbors claimed it was a recurring situation, and when I checked, I realized that officers were called to the home at least every other month.
The other car that responded had taken the stepdad to jail. Lena had wanted to remain there with the kids until children’s services could arrive to take custody of them, so I released the man into the other officers’ custody.
“Lena, baby. I know these situations are difficult, but I swear that I can’t fathom why it’s affecting you this way tonight. It’s not the first time we’ve been on one of these calls. Why are you taking this night harder than others when we have seen so much worse?”
Lena rolled over in my arms and stared into my eyes. We had graduated from the academy together and had been partners for three years; we were very close. I was usually pretty good at reading her, but tonight, she was a closed book.
I didn’t know what was on her mind, and as well as I knew her, I couldn’t have been prepared for what she was about to say. When she stared into my eyes, she confessed, “I’m pregnant, Deuce—and the baby is yours.”
Shock rolled through my system as I propped up on one arm and stared down at her. “Are you serious?”
“You know me. I would never lie about something like this.”
“You have to divorce Paul. You know this, right? You cannot keep putting off the inevitable. Separation isn’t enough, because he’s been pressuring you to go to counseling. If you don’t leave him now and eventually return home, it won’t be good. Even if we didn’t work out, I refuse to allow you to return to that nigga with my baby in your belly. You’ve given me every excuse for letting you handle him. I can’t take that chance with my kid, Lena. Me and old boy ’bout to have some words.”
“No. I’m divorcing him. I’d actually been planning to have him served this week. I know that I hadn’t told you yet, but I wanted to make sure that what I was doing wasn’t because of the baby. But Paul just left for a business trip this morning, and he’ll be back next week. I’ll invite him over and tell him then. I would prefer to do it in person rather than just cutting him off with no contact.”
“He deserves that shit.”
