Chapter 24
MONEY
I could feel it coming before Solei even moved.
The shift in her body, the change in her breathing, and the slight pull back, putting distance between us.
It told me everything. Eighteen months. Five hundred and forty-seven days since I’d been inside her.
Since I’d tasted her. Since I’d heard her moan my name while I made her cum so hard she forgot how to speak.
And now, sitting on this fucking deck with the woman I would move heaven and earth for, I could feel my patience wearing thinner by the second.
My dick was already hard just from being near her, and the only thing keeping me from bending her over the railing right here was the uncertainty in Solei’s eyes.
“I should…” Her voice was soft. “I’m going to check on the kids. Make sure they’re good.”
I didn’t move. I watched her stand up, eyes tracking every micro-expression on her face. “They’re fine,” I told her, my voice low. “They’re fed and happy. They’re good.”
“Still.” She wrapped her arms around herself, a defensive gesture I recognized over the years. “I need to... I need a shower. It’s been a long day.”
My jaw tightened as I watched her take a step back, then another. She was running again, physically and emotionally. She was trying to put space between us to process what had just happened and to convince herself she still had control. I’d let her think she did for now. “Go ahead. Take your time.”
Solei hesitated, like she was waiting for me to argue, to push, to demand.
When I didn’t, confusion flickered across her face.
Then, she turned and walked inside the villa, and I watched every step.
The way her hips swayed. The way her skirt clung to her curves.
The way her shoulders were tense, like she was bracing for something.
The second she disappeared inside, I pulled out my burner phone and made a call. Check answered on the first ring. “Y’all made it out there?” he asked before I could even ask.
“Yeah, we’re out here, bro. Hold it down.”
“I gotchu. We still doin’ that other shit when you touch back down?”
“If all goes well here, then yes. I’ll keep you posted.”
“Bet.”
I ended the call and slipped the phone back into my pocket.
Walking back into the villa, the cool central air hit my skin as I moved through the open living space toward the bar.
I poured myself some whiskey and downed it in one gulp.
Then, I poured another and sipped it more slowly this time, letting the liquor settle in my chest.
Eighteen months of beating my dick to memories of Solei. Of her taste. Her sounds. The way she looked when she came. The way her pussy gripped me so tightly, I could barely think straight. I hadn’t stuck my dick in no other bitch. I could’ve had anyone, but none of them were my wife.
I set the glass down and headed toward the main bedroom upstairs.
I pushed open the doors to the master suite, and the sound of water pulled me toward the private outdoor shower.
The second I saw her standing beneath the stream with island air kissing her skin, my dick bricked up instantly.
Stripping out of my wife beater and boxers, I pulled my boxers down and joined her.
Solei gasped, spinning around, water streaming down her body. “Money…”
I didn’t let her finish. I just backed her up against the natural stone wall, my hands gripping her waist. I kissed her lips and she made a sound that was a half protest, and a half moan but her body betrayed her. Her hands came up to my chest, but she didn’t push me away.
“Eighteen months,” I growled against her lips. “Eighteen fuckin’ months, Soul.”
“Money, wait.”
“Nah.” I kissed her again, harder this time, my tongue sliding into her mouth, claiming her.
“I’m done waitin’. Done bein’ patient. Done pretendin’ like I don’t need you so bad I can’t fuckin’ breathe.
” Her breath hitched, and I felt her body soften against mine.
My hand slid down her stomach, between her thighs, and I felt her wetness even through the water.
“You really let that muthafucka think he could have you.”
“Money…”
“But he couldn’t.” I slid two fingers inside her, and she gasped, her head falling back. “‘Cause this pussy is mine. Always has been. Always will be.”
“Fuck…”
“You fuck this nigga raw, Soul?”
“Hell no… I… oh, God…”
“Not God, baby.” I curled my fingers, hitting that spot that always made her legs shake. “You lyin’ to me about that? Tell me this muthafucka didn’t hit it raw.”
“Money,” she whimpered as I felt her pussy clench around my fingers.
“Did he?”
“Goddd, nooooo…. shiiittt…”
“That’s right.” I pulled my fingers out and brought them to my mouth, tasting her. Fuck, I’d missed that taste. “Goddamn. Eighteen months and you still taste the same.” I pulled Solei from the water and laid her across the bench.
“Money, what are you…?”
Dropping to my knees, I pulled her leg over my shoulder.
I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue sliding through her pussy, licking, sucking, devouring her like a man collecting what’s owed.
Eighteen months without her pussy on my tongue.
Without her moans filling my ears. Without her body trembling under my mouth. “Mmm,” I sucked on her clit.
“Money, oh my God!” Her hands gripped my head, pulling, and I groaned against her pussy, the vibration making her cry out.
I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, and she damn near fell off the bench. I had to hold her up, one arm wrapped around her thigh, the other gripping her ass, keeping her exactly where I wanted her. “You gonna cum on my tongue?” I growled between licks.
“Money, I’m… I’m gonna…”
“Go ahead, baby.” I slid two fingers back inside her, pumping hard while my tongue worked her clit. “Cum for me. Show me this pussy misses me.”
Her whole body went rigid, pussy clenching around my fingers, her moans echoing off the tile walls. I didn’t stop. I kept licking, sucking, and fucking her with my fingers until she was begging me to stop. “Money, please, I can’t…”
I stood up, dick hard as fuck, and spun her around.
“Bend that ass over and touch those pretty ass toes.” She obeyed without hesitation, her ass arched toward me.
I gripped her hips, positioning myself at her entrance, and paused.
“You remember who you belong to?” I asked, my voice rough, and slapped her ass.
That fat muthafucka jiggled like it missed me, too. “Answer me, Soul.”
“Just fuck me, Montana,” Solei whispered. I slammed into her in one thrust, and we both groaned. Perfect fit, just like I remembered. “Moneyyy!” Her voice was high, desperate.
“I know, baby.” I pulled out almost all the way, then drove back in, hard and deep. “Fuck, you feel so good. So fuckin’ good. Eighteen months and nobody else. You hear me? I haven’t fucked nobody else, baby.”
I started punishing her pussy, my hips snapping against her ass, the sound of skin slapping skin mixing with the rush of water and her moans.
“This is what you needed?” I growled, lowering to spit in her ass. Sliding a finger inside, I continued to pound that pussy into submission. “Needed me to remind you what good dick feels like?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, Money, yessss!”
“That nigga couldn’t fuck you like this even if he tried.” I thrust harder into her pussy and pushed my finger deeper. “Could he?”
“No…”
“Say it. Say he couldn’t fuck you like me.”
“He couldn’t… oh God… he couldn’t fuck me like youuu!”
“That’s fuckin’ right.” Still inside her, I moved to bend her over the outdoor tub, gripping her neck from behind.
Picking up my pace, I gripped her hip and pulled her back onto me with every thrust. “This pussy is mine. You hear me? I swear to God, I’ll burn down this whole fuckin’ world if you give my pussy away again, Soul.
You hear me?” I felt her tighten around me, her body tensing, and I knew she was about to cum again. “Mhm. Let it go.”
“Yessss… fuuucckkk, yessss…”
“Cum on your dick, baby. Fuck. I miss you, Soul. Let me feel it.”
She screamed my name as she came, her pussy clenching so tight I almost lost it right then. But instead, I pulled out, ignoring her whimper of protest, and got on my knees again. Slopping up her juices, my tongue went from her ass to her pussy, savoring every drop. I fucking missed my wife.
“Montana, what the fuck…?” She squirmed, gripping the end of the tub.
“Look at me,” I commanded, standing up and turning her around, holding her waist.
Her eyes opened, dazed and glassy, and locked on mine. I backed her up until we were under the shower water again, fucking up her hair. I didn’t care about her frowning. I backed her up against the stone wall and picked her up. Her weight was never too much for me.
“You think you can run from this?” I asked, sliding back inside her, watching her eyes roll to the back as her legs wrapped around my waist instantly. “You think you can marry some other nigga and forget what we got? What you are to me?”
“Money, just…”
“Uh-uh. Just listen.” I thrust into her, slow and deep.
“You’re mine, Solei. Forever. No more runnin’.
No other niggas. No more pretendin’ like you got a choice in this.
” By now, tears were streaming down her face.
I thrust harder, making her gasp. “I fuckin’ love you.
Ooh, fuck.” I felt my orgasm building, my balls tightening, my thrusts becoming erratic.
“Moneyyyy!!!”
I buried myself as deep as I could go and let go.
Solei came again, her pussy milking every last drop from me, her nails digging into my shoulders, her tears mixing with the water streaming down both our faces.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, the water still cascading over us.
Finally, I set her down, but I didn’t let go.
I kept one arm around her waist, keeping her close, exactly where I wanted her.
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