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My orgasm ripped through me like a Samari knife. It felt like I peed myself. Another first for me. “You want me to fuck that pretty pussy again or this pretty asshole?”

My eyes bucked a little. “My pussy!”

There was no way I would let him put his dick in my ass tonight. I had to get used to it in my pussy first before it went into any other hole.

I never had a gag reflex a day in my life. When we got to his house, I was so turned on that I wanted to do my big one. I dropped to my knees, took him out of his slacks, spit on his dick, then pushed his dick all the way to the back of my throat. When I gagged, I was so shocked. This nigga turned my gag reflexes on! How does one even do that?

He tittered quietly before he kissed my ass cheek. “I understand. We’ll graduate to that eventually. Just know that you’re mine, Mem. Don’t make yours and other people’s lives harder because you don’t understand what that means.”

I peeked over my shoulder, where he was in position to tear my ass up again. His expression was a mixture of satisfaction and seriousness. When his head angled slightly to one side, I realized that he wanted a response. “I understand, baby.”

Real Bad . . .

Yeah, I needed her to know that we were locked in. I certainly wasn’t a nigga who went around and opted to eat indiscriminate ass and pussy. Those were special features in the potential wife package.

From the moment I saw her in the lounge, I wanted her. When we met for our official proposal meeting, I knew I wanted her for life. Our conversations between that day and our first date just cemented everything that I already felt.

My mother taught me when I was much younger that I needed to listen twice as much as I talked. The average person would tell you everything you needed to know about them within the first few interactions if you simply shut up and listened. People often wanted to talk about themselves so much that they missed the important factors about the person they spoke to.

I was intentional about our date night. I wanted the beginning of our date to center around Memoree Layne’s likes and desires. As we walked around the gallery, she had laid out an almost entirely new lighting plan. It would be a plan that she would share with Mandy soon, unbeknownst to her. During our exploration of lighting in the gallery, I learned more about her than I thought I could, considering we were discussing lights.

Her keen eye to detail was above average. There was a delicateness about her that had been hurt, but she managed to hold on to just enough of it for it to seep through. That was something that I picked up during our many phone conversations. I made it my job from the moment I noticed it that I would protect it at all costs. I wanted to be her safe place.

Memoree Layne’s eyes lit up when she spoke about the things and people that she loved. I couldn’t wait to be one of those people that caused a visceral reaction of happiness for her. Another trait that I knew I would always appreciate was her desire to teach. When we talked about the lighting, she wasn’t just telling me something. She wanted me to fully understand and took the time to fully explain it so that I did.

When we got to dinner on a popular rooftop restaurant in SouthPark, the tables turned. I was the center of attention, and she wanted to know everything about me. The same way I listened to her attentively at the gallery, she afforded me the same privilege. She asked questions and showed genuine interest in what I did as a digital assets strategist. The simple act of her listening was sexier than if a naked woman had walked in front of me.

By the time we were in the car headed to my house, it was understood that fucking would happen tonight. The second my mouth clasped onto her pussy, she had no other option but to be mine. Yeah, I could be called toxic, and that was alright with me. The fact still remained that I only put my mouth on the body parts of my woman.

“I understand, baby.” Her voice was a little winded, which was understandable. I tore her ass up a few minutes ago, and I was far from done.

My hand smacked her ass then rubbed the area. I knew I was heavy handed. “Good girl.”

I slid back inside of her smoothly. Her pussy spasms on my dick told me that she needed a little more time on this dick before she was used to it. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and the sweat sparkled on her neck. When the top of her body dropped, her head went between the headboard and pillow in a weird way. I pulled her body back toward me. “Don’t break your neck, Mem.”

Mem was her new nickname, and it would stick. When I slid into her for the first time, it caused a little stutter to hit my spirit. I couldn’t let her know that when the Mem came out, it was a stutter. From a stutter came a nickname.

When she reached her hand back, I grabbed it. “Aht, aht. Don’t touch me. Take these strokes.”

Her pussy muscles clamped down on my shit so fucking tight. “Agh!” The amount of tough talking I’d just spit her way about taking these strokes, and she’d challenged the fuck out of me.

She peeked over her shoulder. “Aht, aht. You told me to take those strokes, sir. I need you to take these muscles.”

Oh, fuck! My nut reacted to her words in the most violent way. “Fuck, Mem! Fuck!”

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Memoree’s hips knocked side to side between my hands before a flood of her nut covered my dick. I guess we both tapped out.

My body leaned forward on her back so I could gather myself. Once I was gathered, I pulled out of Mem, moved to her side, then laid down. When I turned my head to the side, I smiled. “Your after-sex glow is beautiful. You know I’m going to keep that shit on you all the time.”

She smiled with her response. “As long as you can make my heart smile like you just made my body, you can have me whenever you want me.” Her expression became serious. “Ledger, don’t hurt me. I promise, you wouldn’t want to deal with a hurt me.”

My body rolled so that I faced her. I used my arm to pull her waist into me and my legs to pull her bottom half. “Trust me, love. I have no intention of ever hurting you. I want you to think the same way when it comes to me. When I commit, I’m in deep. Please don’t fuck me over and force me to drag you to hell.”

I heard her heart loud and clear. I hoped she heard mine. When she leaned forward and passionately kissed me, I knew she understood. We would be fine.

A Very Short Time Later . . .

“How did it happen so fast with her?” Cole randomly asked. He stared at me for almost five minutes before he asked the question. I was happy that he said something because what the fuck?