Page 14 of Pulse of True Soulmates

“Please fuck the shit out of me,” she requested. The want in her tone had my dick about to burst. Her body felt good against mine.

Our places switched when I turned our bodies around. She had already gotten on her knees. Now it was time for me to get on mine. My lips went back to her extended neck. They worked their way down her body. When I got down to the prize, I lifted her leg and put it over my shoulder. My hands reached up to use her breasts to anchor me, then my mouth went to work.

“Deck, oh God!” Her hand gripped my locs and pressed my head in so hard you would have thought that she was trying to put my head inside her pussy. “Right there! Yes, right fucking there!” Her pussy soaked my beard. Her body trembled from the force of her orgasm.

I kissed back up her body until I got to her lips. Her breathing was rapid, and that worried me. I wanted to make sure she was safe, but I didn’t want to fuck up the vibe. “You want this dick?” After she told me yes, I picked her up. I kissed her as I walked us out of the shower.

With wet bodies, I still laid her back on the bed. She lifted a leg. “Put it in, Deck,” she begged.

I’d never make her beg too long. We’d already exchanged STD results from the testing we agreed to do, and she’d taken the initiative to get on birth control. I was ready to go bareback, balls deep in the pussy. I lined myself up to ease in her, but it damn sure wasn’t an ease. My baby was tight as fuck. “Damn, Aeon, you’re tight as fuck.”

She moaned as I worked my dick in and out of her. “Deck, Deck, wait. You’re so big.”

“You better take this dick. You said you wanted to fuck and suck. We’re at the fuck part of this programming.” Her pussy released around my dick.Yeah, she likes when I talk that shit.“You gonna fuck me back, Aeon, or you just want me to fuckyou? You said that you wanted to fuck and suck, so I wanna know. You wanna fuck me?”

The longing in her voice couldn’t be ignored nor could the desire in her eyes. “I’m going to fuck . . . oh my God!” The increased grip and saturation of her pussy let me know that I’d hit a spot that I would tap on more often.Let me stick a dick pin there.Once she got herself together, she tried to answer again. “I’m going to fuck you.”

When her hands pushed against my chest, I pulled out and lay on the bed next to her. My intense stare stayed on her as she stood over me on the bed. With her feet flat, she lowered herself, aligned my dick to her opening, and slid down my shaft until she hit the base. My hands flew to her hips. “Fuck, Aeon!” Her pussy activated a pulsating vice grip.She’s trying to make me her bitch.

With a tilted head, she asked, “Am I fucking you now, Deck? Huh, is this fucking you?” Her face held determination and pleasure. She liked to talk her shit too.

I gripped her hips, then thrusted upward into her. “Yeah, you’re fucking me, and I’m fucking you right back.” I took a hand to grip her neck to pull her down to me for a kiss. I smacked her ass when she stopped bouncing. I spoke against her lips. “I didn’t tell you to stop bouncing. Bounce that ass.”

She was excellent at obeying demands. For the rest of the night, we explored each other’s bodies while we learned the sexual limitation of her conditions. There was an increased risk of fainting or dizziness during sexual activity due to the change in blood pressure. We found that out during our second session when I was tearing her pussy up from the back. She became lightheaded, so we had to take a break. I saw the discouragement on her face when it happened. There was an insecurity there that I would need to work out of her.

I had no issues with working out any insecurity that she had, because she was my person. It was all about flexibility and adaptability. For the rough from the back, riding, and shit like that, we needed to make those types of sessions quickies. For the more sensual sessions, we could take our time because there were moments of stillness to allow her heart rate to level out. There was nothing outside of cheating or some sort of betrayal that would put me in harm’s way that could pull me off Aeon. I needed her to know that.

A SHORT TIME LATER . . .

“Why are you over here bothering me? Where is my daughta and fur daughta?” My mother was clearly annoyed with me. It was like she forgot I was her son and Aeon was my girl. If I came over here without my baby, she seemed disappointed.

My daddy shook his head. “Don’t do my boy like that, Cetta. The minute he stops coming by here, your ass going to be crying about missing your baby boy.” My father fussed at her from his recliner in the den.

“Hush, Senior. My baby knows I’m joking with him,” my mother said with softened eyes. She snapped her neck in my direction where I sat on the couch. “He better not stop coming over here. I’ll show up at his tattoo shop and toss everything around before I get a tat myself.”

I laughed at my mama. “Here you go with this tattoo business. Dad, at this point, y’all should just come in and get matching tats.”

The way my father’s face scrunched and tightened at the same time sent me into a laughing fit. “If I never in my years gota tattoo, why at my tender age of fifty-eight years old would I want one?” He glanced at his wife. “Woman, you better sit down somewhere.” He was officially over the conversation. “How are things going with baby girl?” He asked about Aeon.

Just the thought of her made my heart rate increase. “It’s been good as hell, Dad. I’m gonna marry that girl.” There was a moment of silence. “Y’all are still coming to her father’s birthday party, right? There’s supposed to be a who’s who of local government officials there.”

The time was almost here for Mr. Blackwell’s birthday party. When my mother and I met Aeon, she was shopping for the party. You would have thought the party was next week or so, but no. The party was almost three months away. With the guest list, she had to send off invitations well in advance because of the schedule of some invitees.

“You know we’re going to be there. I already have my dress, and your daddy suit just got tailored the other day,” my mother informed me. When Aeon came over to bring their invitation, my mother was so excited. It wasn’t often that my daddy and she got the chance to get jazzy to go out. “How you feel about finally meeting her daddy?”

My shoulders lifted toward my ears. “I don’t feel any kind of way. It’s about time, but I get it. Aeon needed to feel secure in our relationship before she wanted to introduce me to her father. Her ex, Troy, messed her up, man.”

“Well, Son, you have her heart now, so take care of it. I can only imagine how it feels to have a disability that is rare, not always easy to explain, and alters your lifestyle.” With a prideful smile, my father continued. “When I see the way you love her, it lets me know that me and ya mama raised you right. She’s a good fit for you, her and Midnite.”

We all chuckled at that because that dog was a damn mess. I purchased a pillow for him for my parents’ house because mymother said that he was not welcomed on her couch. I thought the pillow would be enough, but I was wrong. The next time I came over here, there was a children’s loveseat here for her. My mother wanted her fur daughter to be comfortable.

I glanced at the clock on the wall over the couch. “Let me get out of here. My baby and Fatima are coming to the shop to get tats today.”

My father’s finger went up quickly. “Don’t say shit to me, Cetta. Not a word.”

My grown ass mother crossed her arms over her chest and fixed her lips into a pout. In an audible mumble, she said, “See when the next time you get some pussy.”

I jumped up from my seat. “Yep, I’ll talk to y’all later.” No couth . . . My parents had no fucking couth.

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