4. Gator #3
I stand as I drag my face and beard across her body, leaving her juices in my wake. “That’s it, pet, look how good you cum for me.”
I waste no time throwing my Kutte on the table next to her before ripping my shirt off over my head.
I kick my jeans off while I line my dick up at her entrance.
I slide into my woman before she’s had the chance to recover.
Her pussy grabs me with her aftershocks.
I groan at the sensation. I stroke her body up and down, softly tweaking her nipples as I go.
“You're so beautiful. Look how good you take my cock.
She leans up on her elbows, the belt still around her neck, as she watches me slide in and out of her at a slow pace.
“You ready for me, pet?” She bites her bottom lip and nods.
A feral grin crosses my face as I place her legs on my chest and grab the belt before I begin slamming into her at a relentless rate.
The fact that the table hasn’t collapsed underneath us is a testament to its design. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she moans with every quick thrust. I dip my hips to hit that spot she loves so much. With my free hand, I rub her clit back and forth. “Say you're mine, baby.”
"I’m yours.” I seal my lips over hers, sliding my tongue in her mouth.
This being the first kiss we’ve had in years, I throw everything into it, all my anger and desire; parts of my broken soul are mended together with that kiss.
She wraps her arms around my neck, holding me to her as she sucks my tongue into her mouth.
She pulls back, touching her forehead to mine as I continue to fuck her at a relentless pace.
“I missed you, Trey. I’ve felt so lost without you. ” I lick the tears from her face.
“I missed you every moment of my miserable life, since the day I told you to go,” I whisper against her lips before taking her mouth again.
I tighten my grip around her neck once, and as if on cue, she detonates, taking me with her.
I thrust into her one more time, planting myself deep, marking her from the inside out, hoping like hell I’ve planted another baby inside her.
I take the belt from around her neck as I catch my breath.
I stroke my hands up and down her body, taking stock of all the changes, noting the beautiful stretch marks now visible on her stomach from growing my son.
I furrow my brows in confusion as I rub my hand across a scar along the bottom of her stomach.
She places her hand on top of mine. “He was too big for me. I had to have a c-section,” she whispers as tears fall from her eyes, gathering in mine.
This time, I let her see them. I let out a deep breath as I take in everything I’ve missed because I helped a woman who ended up running back to the piece of shit who beats her.
Years of our lives stolen from us because of one thankless night.
A sad smile tugs at my face as all the emotions hit me at once. “I wasn’t there for his birth. How big was he?”
“Ten pounds, twenty-two inches. He’s been in the ninety percentiles his whole life.” She chuckles. That’s a huge baby for her little frame. I thought Allie got big with my baby sister. I bet it was nothing compared to my beautiful girl, pregnant with my son. I missed it all.
Her face sobers as she grabs my hands. “I wanted to tell you, Trey, but I didn’t know how long you’d be away.
I didn’t want to make things harder for you.
That’s also why I didn’t tell anyone who his dad was.
Anyone with eyes can see he’s yours real quick, though.
” I puff out my chest with pride at knowing Fijor is mine.
I understand the predicament I put her in.
“I’m sorry, Emma. I just wanted to do what was best for you, even if it killed me. If I had known you were pregnant, I might have handled things differently.”
“That’s the thing. I don’t want you to be with me because you have to be.
I want you to be with me because you can’t live without me.
You broke me. I cried every night without you.
I tried to visit. I wrote countless letters, but you turned me away.
” The fire in her eyes and her anger are enough to stifle the entire room.
I thread my fingers through her hair, leaning over her until our foreheads touch.
“You are never a burden to me. I only let you go because you were so young, and I didn’t want you rotting in that cell with me.
We had no idea how long I’d be away. That decision to send you away killed me, but I wanted you to live.
I did what I thought was best for you. I didn’t come to find you because I thought you had moved on and were happy.
I wake up every day in this empty house and talk myself out of taking a bullet.
Your happiness kept me away, no matter how much it ate me up.
I haven’t felt alive in years. I’ve been barely surviving. ”
“I know. That’s why I love you, Trey. You’d sacrifice anything for me, even yourself.”
“I love you too. We’ll get through this. I can fix it.” I vow.