Chapter 18
There wasno way in hell I could be in her presence and not crave more. Vegas had called me the day after she left to find out what was going on. He’d called his mama and heard the kids and Giselle in the background. He said it was too late for them to be visiting. His street sense was impeccable. We talked a long time that night. Our conversation consisted of me telling him from start to finish what was going on with Giselle and Clayton.
When I told him what I said to her before she left, surprisingly, he was cool about it. He said I was more patient than he would have been. However, when I told him about her letter, I could tell it flipped him inside out, exposing his sensitivity toward his sister. Once he found out when and where the arbitration or meeting or whatever the hell it was would be, he called and informed me, expressing how he thought it would be beneficial for me to be there.
I had to see my first client/patient at eight on the dot since they couldn’t reschedule, then I skipped out to get there by eight thirty. Seeing her reaction was priceless, just like it was now. It pained me not to kiss her beautiful lips and to just walk away from her, making her think I was truly done with us. She probably thought I had already filed for an annulment. However, I hauled ass to get to her parents’ house before she did. I had just enough time to greet her parents and move my car to the backyard.
After kissing Kizzie on her head and giving Dakota a fist bump, I made my way to an emotionally overwhelmed Giselle. I grabbed her hand and led her outside to the back. Her parents had a wooden deck right outside the door that bumped up to the house. When she closed the door behind her, she turned right back to me.
I slid my hands to her cheeks and lowered my head, kissing her slowly and passionately. I missed her so fucking much. When I pulled away, tears were streaming down her face. I sat on one of the loungers and pulled her down onto my lap. “Hey, Elle.”
It was the first words I’d spoken since I left her at the lawyer’s office and my first time actually greeting her. “Hey, Flem.”
She fell against me, crying her eyes out. I gently rubbed her back and let her have her moment. When she finally lifted her head, she said, “I thought you were done with me. I fucked up so bad. I didn’t think about how all of this was?—”
“Giselle, stop.”
She closed her mouth and stared at me, waiting for what I would say. “I love you. That didn’t come with conditions, but there are certain things I can’t subject myself to. I did my best to understand what you were going through, and I wanted to be there to help you through it, but you wouldn’t allow me to. You constantly pushed me away. That’s a learned behavior that we have to work harder to change.”
She nodded as she wiped her face. I stroked her cheek with the backs of my fingers as I continued. “I need to know that if issues were to arise, we won’t have a repeat of this shit. It was unnecessarily hard on both of us.”
After I was quiet for a few seconds, she responded. “I love you too. I’m going to work really hard on myself to be more considerate of what you need from me. We’d talked about that before, and when this situation came up with the kids, I found myself reverting back to the old Giselle. I’m going to keep talking to my mama about things. She didn’t hold anything back with me, but she did it in love. I missed you so damn much.”
“I missed you too. Although you were ignoring me, just having you in bed with me was something I missed more than I thought I would. As long as the lines of communication stay open, we can work through anything, baby, but you have to talk to me for that to happen.”
I slid my hand in my pocket and pulled out the cashier’s check she’d left for me and handed it to her. “Go put that back in your savings account and meet me at the house without the kids. I need to fuck the independence out of your ass. Then once we’re done, I’ll help you get y’all’s things back to the house.”
She bit her bottom lip as she stared at me. “Keep looking at me like that and yo’ daddy gon’ learn some shit to try on yo’ mama.”
She turned her lip up and stood from my lap. “You must be trying to get me out of the mood.”
“Naw. I was tryna get you to get up. It worked.”
“Thank you for loving me and giving me a second chance to prove how much I love you, Gentry.”
“Arranged Hearts didn’t make a mistake putting us together. So we not finna fuck up their success rate. Let’s show our families that they got this shit right and that we deserve each other. Despite what has gone on, you deserve me as much as I deserve you. Now get your fine ass to the bank.”
She giggled as I smacked her ass. Instead of going back inside, I headed straight for my car. I needed to be sure I was ready to turn her ass out when she arrived.
When the doorbell rang,I knew it was Giselle. I was so ready to dig in her shit, my dick was already leaking. I started the playlist I’d made for us and went to the door in some red, silk pajama pants. My chest and beard were oiled, and the waves in my head were doing their thing, preparing to make her seasick.
I grabbed the flowers and the glass of wine from the fridge and made my way to the door. I set the wine on the table in the foyer then opened the door to welcome my wife back home. Her lips parted as she scanned me from head to toe, lingering on the air traffic controller that would direct her ass to the friendly skies. There was no way these silk pants would hide a print of any kind. It didn’t help that I wasn’t wearing drawers.
I licked my lips and stepped aside to let her enter. Once she did and I closed the door, I allowed my eyes to grace her curves and what she’d changed into after I left her parents’ house. Those leggings were hugging those thick legs and ass like it wouldn’t get another opportunity if it let go. That was how I was finna be on her ass. However, it was the halter top that had me stuck. Her whole back was out, showcasing that dangerous dip in the small of her back that led to euphoria.
My dick was so hard it was painful. I gripped it as I handed her the flowers I’d gotten then picked up the glass from the table. Following her to the kitchen, I felt like I was about to bust all over myself. Watching her ass sway from one zip code to the next had me feeling like a teenager having his first wet dream. That shit was hypnotic, and I was in a fucking trance. Lawd, have mercy.
When she turned to me, I licked my lips and desperately tried to swallow the excess saliva before I drooled on myself. As she came closer, I slid my fingers into her wine. She pulled my fingers from it and put them in her mouth, sucking them clean. I grabbed her hand and spun her around then untied her halter top from her neck and her waist.
It fell to the floor as I kissed her neck and ear. Dipping my fingers in the wine again, I allowed the liquid to drip down her breast to her nipple. Once again, I spun her around and did the same to the other breast. I hurriedly placed the glass on the countertop and lowered my mouth to her nipple, teasing it with my tongue then sucking it into my mouth. While sucking it slowly, I slid my hands to her ass, cupping all that shit, feeling the heat coming from her pussy from the back.
She was beyond ready for me, but she was on my time now. I was gon’ pleasurably torture the fuck out of her ass. Her hands rested on each side of my face as I kept my slow pace, sucking her nipple, alternating from one to the other, but I slid my fingers closer to her pussy. She widened her stance somewhat, coaxing me to go further. I slid my fingers over her crotch area repeatedly, feeling the temperature and humidity increase down there.
“Mmmm, Gentryyyy. She gon’ bite yo’ ass through these leggings.”
I almost laughed, but I refused to allow her to distract me. I continued playing this dangerous game, ascending her body, letting my tongue lead the way. When I got to her lips, I licked the watermelon flavored gloss from them then kissed her. I pulled away, watching her follow me half the way. Her breathing was ragged, and I felt like she was about to attack me without warning.
I licked my lips then stooped to pull her leggings and thong off. However, I got severely distracted when I came face to face with the powerful lioness between her legs. I stared at her shit for the longest before resting my forehead on her fupa and sniffing her shit like somebody was cooking a fresh pot of turkey necks in there.
Desperately trying to take control of the slow pace, she pulled me into her, causing me to go into savage mode with the quickness. I gripped her thighs and lifted her to the countertop. Slightly pushing her, urging her to lie back, I pulled her leggings and underwear off and dropped them to the floor. Grabbing the glass of wine, I poured what remained all over her body.
Her moans got louder, and she was squirming all over the countertop. When I spread her legs, I could see just how turned on she was. Her pussy was wet as fuck, and she was losing some of her cream filling. There was no way I could ignore that. I lowered my head to get a taste.
The minute my tongue graced her folds, she yelled, “Oh, fuuuuuck!”
I slowly sucked her clit, taking my time with it, being sure to be gentle. Before I could even slide my fingers inside to her built-in trampoline, she was squirting all over my neck. When that shit happened, it was like a shark catching the scent of blood. I licked her whole pussy and lifted her legs to taste her groceries. Getting nasty with her was so fucking satisfying. She had no limits, and I planned to push that shit as far as possible, making her finally tap out.
I went back to her pussy and moaned all in her shit, shaking my head in that shit like I was a fucking vibrator. Letting the dawg inside of me take over, I hung my tongue out and licked every crevice her pussy thought it was hiding. It was my job to expose all ten thousand nerve endings on her juicy ass clitoris. As easily as she orgasmed, she had to be on the high end of the spectrum. She definitely had over eleven thousand.
The number didn’t matter at this point. I wouldn’t stop until I’d affected every one of them, have them all orgasming at once, sending her body into shock. She was fucking with the right one today. She began squirting again, so I pulled away to watch that shit. It became a fountain when I did. I tapped her pussy with my fingers and watched her squirt more.
“You so fucking sexy, Elle,” I said as she screamed out the pleasure she was feeling. “It’s a shame how I’m finna fuck up this masterpiece.”
I dropped my pajama pants then lifted her from the countertop, dropping her right where I needed her. She wrapped her thick legs around me as I made my way to the bedroom. The way she was riding the tip of my shit had me about to nut already. I forcefully slammed her to the wall, causing her eyes to widen, and shoved my dick inside of her. My plan was to rearrange her insides, forcing her to cum whenever my dick entered her. I hit every angle known to man while she screamed and pulled her hair.
Yanking her from the wall like she was a ragdoll, I continued to my room and dropped her on the bed. Her thick ass was in a world of trouble now. I practically pounced on top of her, drooling all over her as I shoved my dick into her repeatedly, taking her breath away. Placing my hand on her neck, I said, “You ever leave me again, I’m gon’ fuck you into paralysis. You mine, Elle. You hear me?”
“Yeeeeesss, Fleeeem! Yeeeeessss!”
I squeezed her neck tighter, and her body looked like it went into convulsions as she soaked me up with her super soaker. “This pussy is a fucking fantasy,” I said as I slowed my assault.
I long stroked her pussy, making sure to go balls deep with every thrust. Her body had scooted in the bed to where her head was hanging off the side of it. Just when I was about to adjust her, she said, “Ooooh, fuck me, Gentry! Fuuuck!”
She released once again, causing my body to tremble from holding my nut. I pulled out of her and glanced at her asshole. That was my next venture. I didn’t bother asking for permission. I slid the head of my dick over it, and when her pussy leaked more, I pushed it inside. Giselle screamed out in ecstasy and pain at the same time. Her facial expression said take it out, but her pussy was contracting so much, it looked like it was giving me a standing ovation.
Those walls were clapping in approval as I pushed more of my dick inside of her. Because of the way she was hanging out of the bed, it was nearly impossible for her to do anything to stop me, other than completely falling on the floor.
“Squirt that shit at me, Giselle. Lube this shit up.”
She grabbed her nipples, pinching the fuck out of them, letting me have just what I asked for. I gripped her thighs as her pussy leaked the lube I needed to go even deeper. Her asshole was spasming and enjoying every inch I fed it. Her entire body was red with passion, and she was panting and screaming uncontrollably.
My dick had to have activated the Tourette Syndrome deep within her, because her body was flopping and jerking all over the fucking place as I took her asshole for my pleasure. “Oh, fuck! I’m about to cum all in this shit, Elle!”
She couldn’t respond with intelligible words. Her body had ascended to euphoria, and it sounded as if she was speaking a foreign language. When her asshole clinched me like a fucking vice grip, I released inside of her. “Fuuuuuck!”
She looked like she was seizing with a look of pleasure on her face. I collapsed on top of her, my dick sliding out of her. “Oh my God, girl. That was good as fuck!”
Her breathing had gotten steady, so I lifted my head to see she was knocked the fuck out. I bit my lip at the sight, ready to violate her body in every pleasurable way. She had creamed all over the damn place, and I wasn’t sure if it came from her pussy or her asshole.
I pulled her into the bed and covered her with a blanket I had at the foot of it then went to the bathroom to clean up. As soon as possible, I would be diving back in her pussy to shoot that shit up. My previous assumption was correct. Any woman who took me through all my emotions the way she did would have been left in my past, but this pussy was the fucking truth and had me doing shit I didn’t even comprehend.
Her pussy was laced with that premium shit, and I’d risk losing my fucking future to always have it in my life. She had me strung out, always longing to feel the passion I knew she could make me feel. I’d take her down anywhere she wanted me to. I just hoped this was our new beginning, because I would hate to choke the fuck out of her next time. If I couldn’t have this pussy all the time, what the fuck was life?