“Fuck yeah,” I grunted, sawing back and forth.
“Take it, then,” she taunted. “Take my pussy, Targen.”
Something inside me snapped.
I didn’t meanto end up here. I was serious about not letting this man touch me. But when I woke up cuddled against him, my body refused to move away. Targen felt and smelled so good. Then, he touched me, rubbing my thigh in a way that I hadn’t felt in a year.And fuck, he was so thick and hard and long behind me.My mind lost the battle with my body.I wanted him. Honestly, I had since the moment I first saw him in my grandmother’s living room a year ago. Just one more time, I’d give into the desire….
And now, here I was, splayed beneath him, caged in by his big body, and feeling his dick in my throat. His chest pressed against my back, and his hands held my wrists in a death grip ashe fucked me in long, relentless strokes. I had really pissed him off.
I loved it.
I moaned as his dick rasped against every sensitive spot inside me. Lord, this man… the way he fucked me was addictive. He was possessive, dominant,delicious. His thrusts were fast and hard, rough, but he wasn’t hurting me.
I knew he never would… physically.
He changed angles, and my pussy squeezed him hard as he touched places that only he ever had.
“Creaming on my dick like this and talking about another nigga. Tell me more about him,malyshka. Tell me if he makes you feel like this. Tell me if he fucks you like this, Theory.”
His voice was low, dark, sexy. The last thing I felt like doing was trying to make sensible conversation when I could feel and hear the slick clapping of our skin, his impassioned grunts, my soft moans. Targen drilled into me over and over as my hands curled into the luxurious fabric of the sheets.
“Yeah, you don’t have to say anything. I already know the answers. No one has made you feel the way I do. That’s why you opened up to me. And no one else fucks you like I do. No one else fucks you, period. Just me, shorty. Only me. This pussy is mine,milaya.Youare mine.”
I hated the way my body reacted at his possessive words. I bit my lip as my pussy contracted and liquefied around him, refusing to cry out as the orgasm slammed into me. My breath and my mind were stolen as I lay face planted into the bed while he fucked me through it, taunted me through it. He knew what his claim did to me physically, even as I planned to deny it. His soft laugh as he stroked in and out of me was victorious.
“You don’t have to tell me you missed me, baby. Yo’ body says it all,” he said as his fingers gripped me more tightly, holding myass against the cradle of his pelvis as his warm release suddenly flooded me.
No. No babies. I needed to move away, tell him to stop. But the words wouldn’t come, and my traitorous pussy had the nerve to flutter again as a mini orgasm seized my body, pulling his seed deeper.Finally, he pulled out and flipped me over, still trapping me beneath him. His eyes scanned my face as his hand massaged my hip and thigh.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Why wouldn’t I be? You gave me what I asked for. As long as you understand that after this morning, this will never happen again,” I responded, praying I sounded as nonchalant as I tried to project.
A small smile graced his handsome face.
“Whatever you say, mamas.”
I pushed against his shoulder.
“Let me up.”
“Not yet,” he said, before stealing a sweet, drugging kiss.
Targen kissed me over and over, his warm hands kneading and rubbing my body. I tried, really tried, not to melt as he whispered the sweetest things to me, reminding me of his promises, making more. And then, he was inside me again. This time was different, slower, more personal as his eyes peered into mine, and his lips captured every denial I tried to speak.
“You gon’ marry me, Theory Grace. You gon’ be the happiest wife, mother, writer, whatever the fuck you wanna be.”
And for some reason, tears spilled from my eyes as he spilled into me.
This time when I tried to get up, his mouth went to my ultra-sensitive breasts. I was so caught up in the delicious feel of his mouth on my nipples that it took me a minute to realize what he was doing. Really, it was only when he tilted my hips slightly that I understood. This mothafucka was giving his little swimmerstime to reach their destination, positioning me so that his seed would bathe my womb. I smacked his chest.
“You jackass! You not slick! Get off me!” I ordered.
He moved immediately, and I was unexpectedly sad as I felt him withdraw from my body and roll over.
“I told you that I probably can’t have babies. And I’m definitely not having them with you,” I spat.
“You can, and you will,” was all he said before standing from the bed, leaving me staring at his body in all its naked glory. This man had muscles where I didn’t even know they existed. I pressed my lips together to keep from asking for a round three.
