Page 65 of Honey's Special Roux

I’d folded her up like a pretzel and put her legs against her chest—the perfect position to drill her wet ass pussy. Honey’s pussy fit around my dick like a glove.

“Because you need a fuckin’ attitude adjustment. I don’t know what’s gotten into your little feisty ass, but you been talking to me crazy. Don’t do that shit no fuckin’ more.”

“O-okay! I’m sorry, shit.” She hissed as I hit her spot repeatedly.

“You gon’ get some act right tonight?”

“Mmm… Yes…” She pulled me closer and nibbled on my earlobe. She knew how much that shit drove me crazy. I drilled into her repeatedly until I felt her walls tighten around me.

“Who does this pussy belong to, Honey?” I pulled out and left only the tip in as she whined.

“Marquise… Please…”

“Answer my question.”

“Y-yours. This pussy is yours forever and always!”

“That’s right. She said that. Forever and always. Her son had to be mine because I am the only man to ever have that pussy.” I chuckled to myself.

Maybe I was crazy…

* * *

Knock. Knock-knock-knock. Knock. Knock.

I did the signature beat on the door and stepped back. I assumed Mister or Missus Hix would answer the door, but a few moments later, Honey’s face graced my presence.

The smile she had on her face fell instantly. She froze as she’d did the other day when I’d ran into her at the grocery store. I prayed she didn’t run away this time. She motioned to close the door on me, but I stepped forward and pressed my free hand against the door.

“Please, don’t run from me, my love.” I pleaded with my eyes.

“Don’t call me that.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“My bad, Honey. I’m not here to cause any problems. I just want to talk to you for a minute. Please give me ten minutes, and if after that you don’t want to see me again, I’ll leave.”

She eyed me for a long time, her expression unreadable as I waited for her response. She let a sigh fall from her lips. She wore a simple outfit of black leggings and an off-the-shoulder sweater and a pair of brown slippers with the white fur on them. She had her hair pulled into a high ponytail.

Flashbacks of when I’d wrap those ponytails around my hand during back shots filled my mind. I missed the way she looked at me when I was digging deep into her wet ass pussy. I missed the way my entire being was calm in her presence. She could tame the beast in me. She was the only one who’d ever brought me peace. I wanted that back. I wanted her back.

“Okay. You’ve got only ten minutes to talk.”

“Hopefully, we’re kissing and making up in five.”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t get your hopes up, dude.”

I chuckled. “Fine. I’ll make these ten minutes worth your time.”

My heart poundedin my chest. It was a cool day, but my body shivered with anticipation for what Marquise had to say. The conversation was inevitable, but I hadn’t expected it to be so soon.

“I wanted to come by and give my condolences to you and your family. When I heard Miss Janie passed, it hurt me as well. She wasn’t a big fan of mine, but she’d given me her blessing to propose to you.”

I blinked in surprise. “What?”

I nodded. “She walked me through dinner and approved the ring I’d picked out for you. We’d had a great time that day. I think our relationship would have been a lot stronger had I not gotten arrested when I did.”

He rubbed the back of his neck as he held out the flowers for me to take.

“Thank you for the flowers. These were her favorite.”

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