Buzz
A month later….
I am sitting in the chair across from my bed, watching Chandra sleep.
She’s slowly coming back to herself after a month of talking to a therapist about everything that happened.
She is getting back to trusting me after he filled her head with lies.
Telling her that no one was going to come for her.
Getting her to trust him through manipulation.
We took the ring down. Some made it to prison, and some did not.
We even brought Misty back here because Chandra needs closure.
She needs to know that Misty or any other woman is not who I want.
It’s always been her from the moment our eyes met.
I didn’t believe in instant attraction until her.
“What are you thinking about?” Chandra asks as she sits up in bed and places her back to the headboard. She’s the most beautiful woman even with bed head and sleepy eyes.
“You,” I reply, and she stretches before patting the bed. I stand up and occupy the space next to her. We haven’t had sex yet other than foreplay because I wanted her to be able to trust me. Know that my body is hers.
“What about?” she asks and turns her body towards me. The sheet slips down a little, showing some of her perfect breasts. I grit my teeth and will myself not to go there. Not until she’s ready.
“We have something for you,” I say in a rough voice, and she smirks. She knows what she does to me and how hard it's been to not take her. She does this every day to pester me.
“I have something for you,” she counters with a smirk on her beautiful plump lips. She removes the sheet and straddles me. She grinds herself against my crotch, and I growl, grabbing her hips.
“Are you sure, baby?” I ask as she leans forward, planting her lips against mine.
I moan from the friction of her pussy against my hard dick, and I run my hands up her back then take her hair in my hand.
I take the kiss deeper and turn her onto her back with me over her.
She grinds herself against me again, and my restraint breaks.
I unzip my pants, pulling my hard dick out then slowly enter her.
She whimpers into my mouth and I grab her ass, positioning her to where that special spit is.
“Please!” she whimpers as I enter her fully. Her pussy is tight and her walls are clenching down on my dick. I clench my teeth, then pull out of her, slamming back into her. I pick up the pace of my thrusts and I feel her body tense underneath me. She digs her nails into my arm, and I growl.
“Fuck!” I roar as I hear her come undone and I release into her. My body shakes as I fill her up with my cum. Looking down at her, I see she’s flushed and panting. She fucking beautiful.
“Now, what do you have for me?” she asks panting, and I smile down at her. This woman has become my undoing, and I can’t be angry about it. Now I know what my father has been telling me for years. Why he is so protective of my mother. Why he did the things he did, and I can’t fault him for that.