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“Cum for me, daddy,” I said, speeding up. “Nut in this pussy. I want every fucking drop.”

As though all his body needed was my permission, he shot off inside me. I kept riding him, my own orgasm right at the forefront.

“Titan… baby…shit! I’m cumming!”

My walls contracted around him, pulling yet another nut when he’d barely finished the first one. We clung to each other, both our bodies trembling in pure satisfaction and panting heavily. I pressed my forehead to his and pecked his lips repeatedly. For the longest time, we sat there, loving on each other. No words were spoken and none were needed.

I loved this man.

I loved him for most of my life, yet I feel like I was just getting to fully experience it. We’d wasted so much time on trivial things when we could have been living and loving each other like this. One thing was for certain, and two things were for sure, I could never go back to the way things used to be, and I was never coming up off him.

TWO MONTHS LATER

“Baby, hurry up or we’re gonna be late!” I called upstairs.

We were supposed to leave for dinner with Ms. Maddie and Mr. Bronx ten minutes ago, but she’d somehow gotten stuck upstairs. Another five minutes went by before she finally emerged from our bedroom. Her eyes were red and her face looked flushed.

I frowned. “You okay?” I asked.

“My stomach is upset.”

“You got the shits?”

She slapped my arm. “No, fool.”

“You gonna be okay? We can stay home if you don’t feel good, baby.”

“No, no. I’m fine. Mama really wants us to come to dinner. She said she had something important to tell us, and you know I love Bronx’s cooking. I drank some Pepto, so I should be okay.”

“You sure?”

Even as she nodded, I could tell she was miserable.

“Baby—”

“Titan, I’m fine. Really, I am. Come on.”

I sighed and grabbed my keys. We left the house and climbed into the car to make the ride. Since we were going to Mr. Bronx's place, the drive took a little longer than normal. He lived in a pretty upscale neighborhood. When Ms. Maddie told us he was a chef, I was expecting her to say he worked in a fancy restaurant. No, he owned a chain of fine dining restaurants and traveled from time to time to prepare meals for some very prominent people.

The man made bank, so I didn’t have to worry about him trying to take my mother-in-law for her paper. If anything, he spoiled her. Since we’d been back home, she’d been traveling with him. Every time she came back, the woman looked even more in love. I wasn’t sure what he was doing to her, but if she was safe and happy, that’s all that mattered.

Mia slept the whole way to the house. She was snoring softly when I pulled into the driveway and shut off the car. I removed my seatbelt and lightly shook her.

“Baby,” I said softly.

She slowly lifted her head. “Hmm?”

“We’re here. You sure you don’t need to lay down for a bit?”

“I’m fine.”

She unhooked her seatbelt as I opened my door. Rounding the passenger side, opened the door to retrieve her. Hand in hand, we walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. A few seconds later, it opened, and Ms. Maddie stood there with a smile.

“Hey, y’all.”

She pulled us in for hugs, and when she pulled away from Mia, she frowned.

“You okay, baby?”