I can see the softening in his eyes as he turns to look at me. I straddle him and loop my arms around his neck. “Don’t you see, baby? We could have had a life together. It was all about communication. You misunderstood what was going on with me.”
“Because you wanted me to change who I was.”
“Not change who you were. Just be cognizant of your choices so that I wouldn’t lose you.”
He brushes his nose against mine and then his lips against mine. Our kiss is soft and gentle, but quickly turns heated, demanding, and even painful as he removes my top. His hands brush against my back, unhooking my bra and throwing it to the side.
Chaos moves his hands to the front of my body to palm my breasts, and I reach between us to free him from his jeans. Wedon’t bother removing anything else or talking. We connect in the one way that was always good for us both.
His length stretches me and fills me up in a way that steals every breath, every sound, every thought that I can hold.
His hands wrap around my waist and squeezes. “You feel me, ma?”
“Mm-hmm,” I moan, biting my bottom lip.
“Need you to really feel me,” he grunts, lifting me and slamming me back on his length. His eyes roll back, and then he closes them. When he opens them again, there’s a determination I didn’t see before as he shifts down the couch just a little and then pumps hard and fast. I spread around him, taking the fullness of him in.
I can barely breathe or think. Tears roll down my face, and his hands gradually rise to wipe them away.
“All that fucking crying you always doing. Ya ass is the cryingest woman I know during sex. I’m about to give ya ass a reason to cry.”
“Whhyyy?” I cry as he strokes me in deep circles.
“’Cause you held this pussy out on me for all these years.”
“Not my fault.” I whine as he pulls out and spins me around to face the couch. He spreads my legs wide and then spreads my ass cheeks. He slips inside of me and pummels me like he’s trying to push my uterus out of my throat.
“Chaoooosss!” I scream.
“Cry my ass a river. Ain’t nobody gon’ hear you scream. I’m making up for the last five years. Now gimme this pussy like I shaped and molded this muthafucka.”
I toss it back to him, still crying the entire time. His hand on my ass cheeks sting with every smack he gives it.
“Ohhh, Chaos.”
“Don’t be owing me shit. Just take this dick like you own this muthafucka. Take it like it’s growing outcha pussy.”
The room fills with the sounds of his nuts smacking against me and the sound of our slick-sweat bodies slapping together. When I finally cum, he’s only a few seconds after me.
“Aww, baby. That’s what I’m talking ’bout.”
“Thank you,” I manage to whisper as I collapse with my face on the couch seat. He pulls me up, pulls out of me, and carries me upstairs.
“I’m tired, Chaos.”
“I know. Let me clean you up first, and then I’ll put you to bed.”
That sounds like the best plan I have heard in a long while.
All I can think about is last night. That woman spoke words to me in a way that no one has in a long time. I’ve spent the last several years in Bangladesh, but all the beautiful women I’ve come across paled in comparison to her. She always saw the real me, and as much as I poured into her, she poured into me too.
The way that she made me feel last night, it was like the years melted away, and for a while, we were back to the old us—Chaos and Charisma, the way we used to be, or rather Chrishon and Charisma.
She used to be my best friend. The one who I went to when I needed to spazz out or talk about my dreams. The one who listened to everything that was in my heart or encouraged me whenever I was uncertain about something. I hated that I hadn’tapproached her that night and asked about it. I had spent the last five years blaming her for something that wasn’t her fault.
Any other time, I would have approached that nerdy ass nigga who was her ex. I would have checked them both, especially considering that I had already beat his ass before and told him to stay the fuck away from her. The only reason I hadn’t put a bullet in him, the way I had other dudes who stepped to her again after I’d told their asses to stay away, was because everyone knew I had beef with him. Taking him out would have put an easy target on my back.
She deserves to be free, but setting her free before we get to the bottom of things would be putting a target on her back. I need to hurry up and figure this shit out, because I will kill the senator before it’s all said and done. It doesn’t matter how I do it or what comes of it; for the simple fact that he fucked with my woman, he’ll be breathing his last breath very soon.
