“Rich…” she gasps.
I push deeper inside her. “Tell me you can do it.”
“I…I can do it.”
“You tough, remember?”
She nods hard. “I…I am.”
“You can do anything. I just have to get you to understand that. That’s my job.”
She moans back in response.
“Now when that easy, boring husband is inside of you, he’s gonna ask you some shit. You know that, right?”
I don’t know why, but that’s the question that makes her roll her body against mine.
I meet her body roll with a thrust and push my dick even further inside her. “You know, the first thing a stupid man’s gonna ask you is if this is his pussy.”
She snorts out a painful laugh and nods, and I laugh too.
“But the thing is, it’s really mine and I never even had to ask you to know that. Ain’t that right, baby?” I chuckle.
“Yes!” She slaps her hand against my chest, digging her fingernails into my skin.
“Shit…it was mine the first day I saw you. You remember that day?”
Her lips curve into a euphoric smile, and they fall open. “I…I do. You found me in your kitchen.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And…and after that I just kept coming back.”
“Because you knew you belonged to me. What’s that shit you like to say? I own your pussy. Iownyou?”
She nods, scraping her nails deeper. “You do. God, you do.”
The funny thing about making love is that it makes me delusional. I feel like I can look at her and see all the painful parts of her life before the day I found her. They hide in the corners of her smile while I push and pull out of her.
“Rich!” she squeals. “I…I think…”
Her walls hug my dick so tight that I start entertaining those silly ass questions again—about Vegas, about boxing, about life with her somewhere else away from here—away from all the shit that haunts me. I even feel that secret I keep locked away from her, pushing at my lips, trying to force its way out. But I can’t tell her that I’m the very thing she hates, so I swallow it.
“Ri…” her voice floats away.
Tremors rock her legs and roll through her body in a way that makes her freeze on top of me with her mouth wide open, and I pound in and out of her so hard that my head spins and she yelps.
“This what you wanted…right?” I gasp, trying to outrun my own nut that chased me.
Her lips tremble as she tries to call out for me again, but my name is stuck somewhere in her head while she fights through the fog of her orgasm, and I don’t care because I’m just a stupid, selfish man. So I slap the side of her ass with too much force, and she takes it, squealing out a moan.
“Look at me,” I grunt. “Look at me right now.”
Her droopy eyelids widen, and her eyes lock onto mine.
“Are you cummin on my dick, baby?” I coo, wrapping a hand around her face.
She gurgles out a loud hiccup, letting her face fall against my fingers. “Uh-huh…I…I told you I needed you in me. I told you I belong to you—just you. I…I can’t even look at another man without thinking about you—obsessing over you—trying to figure out how I can make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
