“Fuck, Lani. Don’t move. God damn it. Pussy like this is the reason empires have been invaded. Baby, I am trying so hard not to move. Ah...fuck…fuck...” I chant over and over as sweat drips from my forehead, will power slipping faster and faster. “Shit. Tell me to move, Lani. Please. I don’t want to hurt you, but fucking shit...” My hands are shaking. When her hands touch my face, I almost blow my load.
“Move, Dun. Please move,” she whispers before her mouth comes up to mine and her pussy squeezes me. When she wraps her legs around my waist, and pulls my head down to hers, moving her hips further into me, I lose the battle. My hips move, battering into her, over and all control lost. Our mouths continue to move with one another.
“Shit baby. Am I hurting you?'' I ask her, kissing around her face.
“No, Dun. It feels so good. So hard and full.” her voice low and lusty.
“Hard. Hell yes, baby. Only for this wet, juicy pussy. You hear that noise? That's the sound of our desire for each other. Can you fill it, dripping between us?'' I ask as I push her legs over my shoulder and go deeper. The sound of my hips slapping against hers, hitting her clit.
“Oh god, Dun. Please. Harder. Harder. Fuck me.” did she just say...well hell. Grabbing her thighs in my hands, I sit up and push them further back, her pussy so fucking warm. It’s like a damn vacuum. I lean over and suck one of her nipples into my mouth, biting it, my hips moving faster and faster as visions of our life together set me on fire.
“Shit. I need to come, sweetness. Come with me, baby.” my hand goes for her clit and my teeth her neck.
“Duuuuun…” she screams before her pussy tries to squeeze my dick off.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan before my own release shoots out, coating the inside and outside of her with the seeds of life she will be carrying. Kissing her forehead once more, I fall to the bed, rolling on my side and pulling her with me. “You feeling ok, baby?”
“Mmm,” she responds snuggling further into me before I hear her snore softly. I lay awake a bit longer thinking... so this is what it is like to hold an angel. Now I just have to make it for the rest of my life.One Month Later“Woohoo! Dunbar. You home?” The fuck. The last thing I need right now is my mom popping up. Especially when I am not done being pissed at her for Lailani leaving.
“Mother. What are you doing here? I thought I told you, you are no longer allowed to come and go as you please without calling ahead and knocking.”
“Don’t be silly. Now, you and Laurie...”
“Are you fucking kidding me? I thought I told you last time you barged into my home, rattling off about something that will and would never be and to let it go. I don’t love her. She is a great friend, but that's all.” she scoffs and moves about my living room ignoring me.
“What is all of this about? You’re not still thinking about that little tart…” and now she just stepped in it.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
“Let’s be sensible, darling...”
“Fuck sensible. That woman is the love of my life. She is going to be the mother of your future grandchildren. If you ever want to see them, I suggest, you watch your damn mouth. Now get out and don’t contact me, until you are ready to deal with my reality. Goodbye mother.” I say holding my door open leaving no mistake as to the action she is to take. She looks at me, her eyes full of disdain and disbelief as she walks out the door, her final act to scoff me and throw her head back. Slamming my door, I walk into my kitchen squaring my shoulders back, needing to let off some tension. At this moment, I am thinking of my father and some of the last words we exchanged.
My parents both come from money. My mother comes from a society forefront family built on old money that was quickly dwindling. Whereas my father, his family, was old money, bleeding into new money, but they needed more of the old overseas connections that my mother's family had in the transportation trade. So, their families bartered an arrangement. They each had something the other needed and thus, a marriage was made. The thing is my mother was brought up to be hard. Spine made of steel, being the only girl in a family of men. My father on the other hand, was raised in a house of love, support, kindness and emotion. Yea. I know. Recipe for disaster. Needless to say, my mother ran the house and the life. She railroaded my father every chance she got. There was not a moment I can remember where she didn’t put him down for something he should have done, said or wore. He just... he simply wanted peace in his household.