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“Uhhhh–”
I loosened my grip on her breasts and gripped her waist. From below, I began to drill into her. Those tiny, round nipples bounced up and down each time I hit rock bottom. I caught her right nipple in my mouth and tried extracting milk from her ducts.
“Yesssss. August–”
I’m here now.
Her body between my fingers felt inevitable. This is where we were both meant to be. Together. Entangled. Enriched. Enchanted. Enamored.
The rain picked up and so did Tiana’s pace. Her body moved with ease. She was so fluid. So flawless. So fucking sexy.
I felt my nut rising. I was hardly ready to end my time inside of her warmth. Reluctantly, I lifted her from my dick and planted her feet on the ground.
“Bab–”
Her words were cut short as I stood, turning her around, and forced her hands on the wet bench. Within seconds, I was back at home.
“Uhhhhhhhhh yesssssss.”
From the back, I conquered her. She arched her spine, taking all of me without rebuttal. Without hesitation. Without fear.
“August–”
Whap!
I slammed my palm against her ass cheek. Her body convulsed. Her limbs stiffened, and her shoulders curled inward. I reached forward, pulling her upper half into my chest.
“Uhhh. Uhhh. Uhhhhhh– Uhhhh!”
“Fuck, Ti.”
“Yessss. I’m cu— ooohhhh Auuuuugust.”
In the pouring rain, she rained down on me. I released my seeds into her garden, hoping they didn’t sprout overnight. A pill had yet to be purchased, but by morning it would be in her system.
I loosened my grip on Tiana. She fell forward onto the bench. I didn’t bother stopping her when she stretched out, and tucked her hands in between her thighs. Instead, I pulled up my pants and grabbed her dress from the floor. I put it over her legs and removed the jacket of my tux. I laid it on her upper body, praying she didn’t get sick from the rain.
Inhale.
Thank you, Lord.
Each breath she took in, I thanked God for her life.
Exhale.
Thank you, Lord.
Each breath she released, I thanked God for her life.
It had been two weeks since Tiana walked through my front door and she’d been here every night since. Today she promised to return home and my chest was aching at the thought of not waking up to her in the morning.
I watched her sleep peacefully in the king-sized bed that was far too wide for me alone. She was meant to be here. The sheets were too plentiful. The emptiness was too profound. The warmth was too rare.
Right where she is is right where I need her.
Every night.
“Good morning.”
