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She was his everything.
They were destined to be the IT socialite couple in New York. She was small, demure at times, but had a strength he’d never known existed. He towered over her by nearly a foot, wrapping his muscular arms around her lithe body as he pressed her close.
He was tall, muscular, with an intelligence he’d often kept hidden from everyone. He’d often predicted what people were going to do before they did it. It was why his family’s floral shop dominated the city. It was why they went from being considered a joke to serious players in the game.
Together, the couple ruled New York in their own ways. They weren’t considered royalty, but they definitely weren’t just outsiders. They were slowly paving a way from themselves to rule everything.
And everyone.
“Faye,” his baritone rumbled as she pressed her body against his. They acted like they weren’t going to see each other for weeks, or even months. Instead, he was merely dropping her off at cosmetology school.
New York was a city that never slept, competing with Las Vegas on noise, bright lights, and the best (and worst) each city had to offer. As the rumbling of tires over the worn roads, impatient horns, and the early morning smells surrounded them, Eliodoro “Eli” D’Amato was only focused on what was in front of him:
His girlfriend, Faith Sheppard.
Technically speaking, she was his fiancée. He’d proposed to her during their senior year of high school, though she told him she would marry him after she’d finished school. Four years after getting her Communication degree at New York University, she’d enrolled in cosmetology school.
Eli’d paid for all of it.
Whatever his girlfriend wanted, she didn’t have to ask. As a result, she sported the latest trends, had a spending allowance, and her BMW never gave her any problems. If he could, Eli would give her everything.
He inhaled her hair and felt his cock stir as scents of mango, vanilla, and strawberries filled his nostrils. She’d always smelled delicious. She felt even better when she was beneath him, in front of him, or on top of him. Even her sex made him feel like she was sucking the soul out of him with each thrust and pull.
She was his everything. He couldn’t imagine life without her and he didn’t want to.
“I’m going to be late for class, babe,” she murmured.
“I know,” he wrapped his arms around her tighter. They’d briefly split when her attitude and demands became too much for him to bear. She was ridiculously spoiled and maybe a bit selfish. She’d demanded all of his free time and began to suffocate him, effectively pushing him away.
He’d gone on to see other women but none of them could compare to her. She’d prayed for him, for them, and for all. She’d donated her time, money, and resources to many causes.
She also liked to party and frequented a few nightclubs with him. Nevertheless, she knew her limits. She always said no to drugs. She did not like to drink (she claimed she didn’t like how it made her feel). She’d never accepted drinks from strangers.
And she always, always went home with Eli.
They would make love at all hours of the night, sometimes three times a day. He’d introduced her to porn. She practiced new blowjob techniques on him. They were regulars at the local sex shop.
When their relationship became more serious during her sophomore year at college, Faith decided to go on birth control so there would be no barrier between her and Eli. That decision brought the couple closer together.
It also caused a few closed calls.
When Faith was late one time, she and Eli had a long talk about their options. “I’ll provide for you and our child. I don’t want you to be ashamed.” He promised her. “We’ll get married right away.”
Faith’s cycle returned and she found herself to be disappointed, though the timing of a pregnancy was all wrong. She was incredibly young, only 21, and she couldn’t handle being a mother while she was trying to start a business.
As she wrapped her lithe arms around him, and held Eli for extra warmth in the brisk fall weather, Faith wondered how would they both act as parents?
“My pumpkin spice latte is going to get cold, baby.” She softly moaned.
“Mmm….” He groaned. “…I’ll buy you another one.” He kissed her forehead and stifled another groan. He needed to get to Madre’s. He had a ton of orders that needed to be done. No one was going to be sympathetic because he wanted to hold his girlfriend.
“I’m glad we’re back together,” she rubbed her free hand over his muscular back, “though I’m going to have a difficult time walking today.”
“I had something to prove,” he gently pulled back from her. He stared deep into her eyes and saw the love radiate between them. “And I wanted to prove it to you all night.”
That he did. Faith was grateful they were at Eli’s recently purchased Harlem townhome, where he fucked her brains out the night before. Even when they showered together in the monstrous master bathroom, Eli’s demanding thrusts brought out passionate screams and cries from Faith.
