Page 35 of Almost Paradise

“Goddamn,” she whispers while she wraps her hand around my dick. “If you don’t hurry up and get your fine ass in this bed…” I kick the pants away, take off my underwear and practically jump in. I kiss her mouth and kiss my way down her body, sucking and biting along the way. I know she’s going to be marked, and that’s how I want it. I want her to remember me and this every time she looks in the mirror for the next few days.

When I get between her legs, I spread them apart, and her fat pussy glistens in front of me. I can smell her desire, and she smells better than I could have imagined.

“I’ve wanted this since I saw you in that purple pantsuit last week.” I run my tongue along her clit and she nearly jumps off the bed. “You taste good. I knew you would.”

“Let me taste you now,” she moans. I manage to flip us over on the small bed, ready to feel her mouth on my dick. I have beads of pre-cum oozing out. She gets on top of me but sticks her ass in my face. “Don’t stop. Eat my pussy.”

The words are barely out of her mouth before she’s sliding my dick all the way down her throat. That’s no small feat because I’m not only long but thick. She gags, and that makes me harden more. I spread her apart and eat her pussy while I do my best not to come like a fourteen-year-old boy. She tastes like sweet nectar, and I can’t get enough of her.

While she sucks me, she pumps my dick with her hand.

“Let me get inside of you,” I tell her.

“Get a condom.” I reach for my discarded pants, pull out my wallet, and grab one of the few condoms I keep. She takes it from me, opens it, and slides it down my throbbing dick. She straddles me and slowly slides down. She puts her hands on my chest and throws her head back. “Oh, fuck, yes,” she groans. “Fuck yes, this dick is huge.”

I grab her hips while she rides. I thrust deep inside of her, giving as much as I’m taking. She’s as light as a feather, so I lift her off my body. She moans in protest, but I put her on the bed and climb on top of her. I lift one of her legs up, bending it by her ear and easily slide back inside her soft, wet pussy. She’s so wet and my dick is so hard, I know I won’t last. I thrust deep inside of her, giving her as much of myself as I can. She takes it. She takes it over and over again until she’s calling out my name and coming all over my dick. I’m not far behind. I come for what seems like forever, convulsing on top of her while I bury my face in her neck.

I slowly roll off her and rest on my side. She does the same, and I run my finger down her side. We’re like magnets. I inch closer, and she does the same. We intertwine our legs together, and I run my fingertips up and down her spine. I kiss her forehead, and she rests her head on my chest.

We spent the entire weekend together. I didn’t even leave to go home and get clothes. I had someone deliver them to the front desk for me. We spent the weekend making love, eating the food I cooked, and talking about absolutely nothing. The only time we ever used a condom was our first time together. After watching her take the birth control pill that first night, I never used a condom again. It was one of the best weekends of my life.

Chapter 22

Nia

“Mommy! Mommy!” Carter pulls on my arm, and I look down at him. “Can Daddy live here?” He points at Drake who is sitting on the floor amid a sea of Legos, stuffed animals, and action figures.

“He has his own house, honey.” I turn back to the sink full of dishes I need to wash. I’m cursing the fact that Ray took the kids to visit their maternal grandparents today because I could use him here.

“He does?” He runs out of the kitchen, and I brace myself. I know what’s coming next. “Can I go to your house?” The dish in my hand slips and crashes in the sink, breaking in half.

“Fuck,” I hiss.

“And then you can live here with us.” I turn around in time to see him jump in his father’s arms. He hugs him tight and kisses his cheek. Drake closes his eyes, and even from here, I can tell he’s fighting his emotions.

“Let me talk to Mommy first.” He takes the remote and puts on a cartoon for Carter. I give him my back when he starts walking to the kitchen, and I curse my heart for beating so fast. After all this time and his betrayal, my body still reacts to him.

“Can we talk, Nia?” He sounds calm. “No lawyers. No family looking daggers at me. Just the two of us. Please.” I hear him pull out one of the chairs at the kitchen table. I grab a paper towel, wipe my hands, and sit. I fold my hands in front of me and wait for him to speak first. “I’m sorry,” he says.

I wait for him to tell me what he’s sorry for, but he remains quiet. “For what?” I ask.

“For threatening to take you to court. For confronting you the way that I did.”

“Okay.” I stand to leave, but he holds his hand up.

“Okay? That’s it?”

“I’m not going to apologize to you for anything. I told you I was pregnant. I didn’t end things, you did, and I have the text messages to prove it.”

“I told you I didn’t get your messages. Not only that, but I also never sent any messages saying I wanted nothing to do with you and the baby. I would never do that. You should know that about me. The plan was for you to visit me in Berlin. I was counting the days until you showed up, but you’re the one who pulled the rug out from under me.”

“Wow,” I whisper, shaking my head at his lies. “You are pathological.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“No, I don’t, but what the hell does it matter, anyway? You walk back into my life after four years and get to play daddy. It’s your world, Paradise. You win. Always.”

He stands and towers over me. I refuse to take a step back and walk away.

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