Chapter 38 Ace #2
“It’s accurate,” she insists. “And you’re both complicit.”
Raya folds her arms in front of her. “So you’re basically firing us?”
“I’m telling you I can’t continue couples therapy while this dynamic is active and being defended. That would be collusion, and I ain’t doin’ it.”
I chuckle at the last part. We’re that bad that she has to code switch to get us to understand?
“If it’s abuse,” Raya says, “why do we both enjoy it so much sometimes?”
“Perhaps your nervous systems recognize the pattern, and that makes it feel good, even though it’s not.”
“So what do we do now?”
She rifles through her desk drawer before pulling out a few business cards. “Call one of these people. They can help you. I cannot.”
Security escorted us out.
I found that a little offensive, honestly, but oh, well. Now we're back in the car stewing.
“We just got fired by our therapist.”
“I know, Ace. I was there.”
“Do you know how fucked up you gotta be to get fired by your therapist?”
“It is what it is," she says softly. "We can still work on things on our own, though, right?”
“I don’t know.”
“I feel like I learned some things.”
“We didn’t learn shit, Raya.”
“Okay, well before we started snitching on each other, we were supposed to tell her what we love about each other. We can still do that, just me and you.”
I look over at her, appreciating the earnest look on her face. She looks like she's trying.
“No holds barred? The good and the bad?”
“And the ugly.”
“Aight.” I stare at her pretty face and find myself lost for words. “I think I was in a daze on our wedding day,” I begin. “I remember thinking how beautiful you were, but I don’t think I said it. That’s obviously one thing I love.”
“You did say it.”
“Cool. I love your passion. I love your intensity. Fuck what Doc said. That shit is attractive as fuck,” I say, laughing. “I love how you put your mind to shit and get it done.”
She smiles at that.
“I fuckin’ love how you don’t take no shit. Not even from me. My wife is strict, nigga. I respect the hell outta that.”
“Period.”
“This next one…” I pause to put my hand on her cheek. “I love how after everything you’ve been through in your life, you’re still standing. You’d be well within your rights to fall apart, and I’d be here to put you back together, but you haven’t. A rose from the concrete.”
I lean across the space between us and kiss her softly. Just one.
“You’re smart. You’re funny,” I continue. “You’re ambitious. You scare me sometimes, but that’s cool. It’s just adrenaline.”
She laughs.
“I love how you love me. Your kinda love is fierce, and that’s exactly what I need.”
She lets her face rest against my hand. “Can I go?”
“Go ahead.”
“You know I love how smart you are, you fucking nerd.”
I give her a wink.
“You’re handsome as hell. You work your ass off. There’s nothing in this world like a hard-working man. You’re funny. You’re a gentleman. Until you’re not.”
I grin at that.
“You protect me. You provide for me. I love how you love me, too. You put up with a lot of shit that would send most men running for the hills.”
“Not most, babe. All. Your husband is one of one.”
“You know what? You are. You’re strong. You don’t give up, on me or anything else. I love that about you.”
“‘Preciate it.”
“You’ve killed for me. You’re accomplished. You have money. You give me money. Before recent events, you gave me all the dick I wanted.”
“Aye. Keep it clean.”
“Why?”
“Cuz I don’t wanna think about sex, especially if you ain’t givin’ me no pussy no time soon.”
She smiles. “We'll see.”
“Oh. In that case, lemme also say I love how good your pussy is. You fuck like a porn star on coke, and I appreciate that very much. And I love the unhinged shit you say when I’m in it.”
She breathes in deep. “That’s good to know.”
“Ain’t it? It’s weird, cuz I feel like I hear her calling me right now.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t reward you for abusing me, Mr. Taylor. You heard what the doctor said.”
“Maybe you should abuse me back. Beat my dick. We both been bad.”
“We’ve already discussed this.”
“And now we’re bout to discuss it again.” I reach down beside me to let my seat back. When she sees this, she gives me a look of disapproval.
“Come ‘ere,” I say, inclining my head. “Come sit on my lap.”
“I know what you’re doing.”
“I ain’t doin’ it yet.”
This makes her laugh, a sound I’ve missed almost as much as I’ve missed making love to her.
“Bring yo fine ass over here, Ray Ray.”
“Here you go with that.” She takes my hand and climbs her fine ass over the console, sinking onto my lap, her knees on either side of my thighs. “What you want?”
My hands go to her ass as my dick hardens. “This. Right here.”
She looks me dead in my eyes and says, “You don’t deserve my pussy.”
“You deserve this dick, though. I know you miss it.”
“I miss not being pregnant.”
“Fuck that baby. I’m tryna make you feel good.” I lean up and run my tongue across the side of her neck. “Don’t you wanna cum on my dick?”
“Mmm. Stop tempting me.”
“Please, baby. I know you miss me.”
“I can’t reward you. I’m setting a boundary. Respect that.”
I break away from her and lean back, resting my head against my seat. “You’re serious.”
“You said it yourself. I’m strict.”
She gives me that tight-lipped oh well white people smile.
“I won’t cum,” I offer. “It’ll just be for you. Use me to get off.”
Her eyes narrow. “I can trust you?”
“Of course. We had one and a half therapy sessions, babe. I’m healed.”
She bursts out laughing. “We really ain’t shit.”
“We ain’t shit together. That’s the key. Now quit playin’ and let’s fuck.”
Her eyes drop to my lips. “Just for me?”
“Just for you. But if I tell you to stop, you gotta ease up and let me calm down.”
“Okay. Fine. Just for me.” She dips her head to kiss me, a quick, soft one, murmuring, “Pull it out for me, bae.”
“Jesus. You can’t be talkin’ to me like that.” I undo my button, pull my zipper down, and pull out my dick. It's already glistening with precum.
I don’t know how the fuck I’m gonna get through this.
She slides her panties to the side and sinks down on me, and goddammit, it feels like the first time. Shit, it’s better than the first time.
“Fuck,” I grit. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.
“Oh God.” Her head falls back as she starts riding me. “I missed you.”
“I know. I can tell.”
Since none of this is for me, I lay back and think about random shit. Basketball with the guys.
“Mmm…Ace…”
My 401k. Even though her sexy ass voice is echoing through my thoughts, and her pussy is so wet she just slipped off, I remind myself to up my contributions.
“I missed this dick so much…it’s so fucking big…”
Is there a game on tonight? I think there is.
Fuck. She’s bouncing on my shit.
I close my eyes, bite my lip, and think of the bridge. We’re so close to completion. I can almost taste it.
“You like this pregnant pussy?”
My eyes pop open and my head pops up. “Stop.”
She snickers as she stills her body. “You’re pathetic. Do you have a breeding kink or something?”
“Fuck if I know. How would I even know that?”
“Something about it turns you on.”
“Just territorial, I guess. Keep going. Fuck me.”
Now that she mentioned it, it does feel different.
But I can’t think about that. I gotta concentrate so I don’t blow this fat ass load I’ve been holding since New Year’s. I close my eyes again and picture Sportscenter.
“Look at me…”
Fuck. I open my eyes and meet her gaze. This shit feels like electricity. A thousand bolts zapping through my veins, especially the ones in my dick.
And I think I can see that darkness she referenced in our session. It’s that part of her that would say or do anything to keep my attention and my love and devotion, even to the point of killing somebody.
She was right. I do love that part.
“Stop,” I say. “Gimme a second. Pussy too damn good.”
She opens her mouth to speak, but stops when she feels my dick pulse inside her.
“Ace!”
“I’m good. I’m controlling it.”
“Don’t cum, Ace. I’m serious. Do not cum.”
“Okay, Kamala Harris. Relax.”
She grabs my face and pulls it to hers, claiming my lips for herself, then my tongue. Now, she’s riding me again, sliding up and down, using her soaking wet pussy to massage my dick from root to tip. She’s working up to her own nut, but mine don’t need work. It’s right fucking there.
I break the kiss. “You close? It feels like you’re close.”
“Don’t rush me,” she murmurs. “It’s been a minute.”
“No rush. I just want you to feel good. That feel good to you?”
She nods.
“Good. Ride that dick, baby. It’s yours. Every fucking inch of this dick belongs to you.”
She moans.
“You’re doing good, pretty girl. Keep going. Just like that,” I murmur. “Get that dick wet.”
I reach under her hoodie, finding her nipples. I roll them softly between my fingers, pleased when I see her eyes roll back.
“That’s it,” I say. “My wife so fuckin’ sexy. I love how you look when you ride me. Look good. Feel good, goddamn.”
Her walls flutter around me.
“Almost there, baby. Don’t stop. Keep ridin’. Fuck yourself on me. Make that pussy feel good. She ain’t had none in a while, make this shit count. She so wet. She so fuckin’ wet. She’s ready for it.”
Her moans get louder.
“Get that nut, Raya. You gotta cum hard for me. You gotta cum hard on this fat dick. I want that nut. I wanna feel it. You gon’ let me feel it?”
“Yeah….”
“Right there. I feel that, stay right there. Ride it. Ride that shit, baby. There you go, speed that shit up. Give that pussy what she wants. Like that. Just like that. Yeah. Fuck. There it is.”
She squeals right in my ear, but I don’t give a fuck. Feeling her pulse around me feels so fucking good. I missed this shit so much.
“Aaaaace…” she whines.
“Yeah. You did it. You did so good. I’m proud of you.” I lean up to kiss her neck. “You worked hard for that nut, baby girl. Enjoy that shit.”
Her body’s still moving slightly, prolonging her pleasure, chasing that high. When she finally goes still, her head drops and rests on my shoulder, and I wonder how long my inevitable blue balls are gonna last.
Then she gives me a little hope.
“Babe?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m pregnant.”
“I know that already,” I say, lowkey embarrassed that my dick jumped when she said that.
“Did you cum harder when you got me pregnant?”
“I didn’t know I was getting you pregnant.”
“But you knew you were trying to, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So tell me how it felt.”
My dick is throbbing now, but I take a deep breath, maintaining my composure.
“It felt good as fuck,” I murmur. “It always feels good, but it was way more intense.”
“Was it because now my whole body belongs to you?”
I blow out a breath. “Maybe.”
“My womb was the last part of me that was just mine,” she says. “And now it’s yours.”
“Yeah.” I’m breathing harder now. “I like that.”
“Yeah? You like owning my body? You like using it? You like knowing you can cum in me and then nine months later, I’ll give you another you?”
“Fuck. Yeah. I do.”
“You like fucking me with your baby inside me?”
“Raya…”
“I changed my mind.”
“About?”
“I want you to do it again. Cum in me. Shoot some more kids in there so your baby see his siblings.”
For some reason, that makes me laugh, which in turn makes her laugh, too.
“You fucking weirdo,” I tease. “Nah. This was just for you. I gave you my word.”
“I appreciate that. But your dick is hard, and it’s still in me, so you might as well.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. But only because I enjoy it, too.”
“I can do that. I’d do anything for you. You know that.”
“I do.” I take his hand and place it on my lower stomach. “It’s hard now. You feel it?”
“Yeah.”
“Your fucking baby is growing.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too. With my entire soul.”
Alright, enough talking.
I fuck her from the bottom, chasing my nut.
“Do you know I can’t let you go?" I tell her. "I couldn't give you up if I wanted to.”
She fucks me back, meeting me stroke for stroke. I grip her hips and stare into her eyes. “I’m addicted to you. You’re the only vice I got. You're pussy is a fucking bad habit, but it feels so damn good.”
With that truth told, I give her what she asked for, nutting long and hard inside her.
And then I think maybe we'll be okay after all.