Page 30 of War
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Faith wrung her hands a few times and it didn’t stop the nervousness crawling all over her body. The only sound she heard was her pounding heart. She tried to eat and couldn’t stomach any food. She tried to meditate but her mind wouldn’t let her relax.
Tonight was going to be the night she was going to ask for a divorce from Eli.
Faith’s stomach twisted like a maze. Was she really going to do this? Things were very acrimonious between them, but was a divorce really going to solve anything? She was going to be a single mother with three small children, while Eli would relegate back to bachelor status.
The odds were already stacked against her.
She wasn’t going to subject her babies to DNA testing because of Eli’s insecurities, but she wasn’t sure how to proceed with a marriage that was on its final legs. Counseling obviously didn’t work for either of them and Eli started working the schedule he had before the affair.
The man she knew since she was 16. The man that practically raised her aside from her father. The man she was about to leave.
They had weathered many storms, but maybe Elena was the Category Five natural disaster they couldn’t survive. The little girl was going to be a permanent reminder to Faith every time she saw her and it wasn’t fair to her. She was an innocent baby caught up in the foolishness of her mother and potential father. She didn’t deserve any hate.
And then there was Eli questioning not one but all three of his children with Faith. The numerous miscarriages. The fertility treatments. The announcement of pregnancies and praying they would come to term. All for Eli to doubt Faith.
Her husband cheated on her and yet, somehow, it remained her fault. Just about everyone blamed her, even if they didn’t outright say it. She already knew they were going to take Eli’s side in the divorce. She just felt it.
Faith heard the front door open and felt her heart sank into the floor. It was now or never. They’ll figure out custody and support arrangements later. “Eli?” She called out. She was met with silence. She left the kitchen and went to go look for him. She found him in the foyer, staring at old pictures of them. “Hey.”
“Hey,” his eyes didn’t remove from the pictures. He reached out to caress one and smiled. It was from their engagement party. Faith wanted to create an all-white affair, taking a cue from P. Diddy’s infamous white parties. Everyone was decked out in their finest white.
Faith and Eli stood next to each other while they each held a glass of champagne. Faith’s weave blew in the wind while she looked up at Eli. He remembered how perfect that day was and how excited both families were. He couldn’t remember when was the last time Amy and Nicola actually spoke to each other.
“How was work?” Faith carefully approached him. Eli was unusually quiet.
A small smirk formed on Eli’s mouth. He thought about the confrontation with Darren. That was another thing he and Simone had in common. They both were quite bold in their stupidity. “It was good,” he answered. “How was the salon?”
Faith forced a smile. Other than her stylists thinking she was the dumbest woman on the planet, she had a rather pleasant day at the salon. “Very good. Did a few heads and worked a few miracles,” she chuckled, “but nothing other than the ordinary.”
“Good,” Eli finally turned to his wife. Her long hair softly bounced in the air-conditioned home. Her brown eyes had the just right amount of smokiness to it, complementing her full pink-tinted lips.
How could someone so breathtakingly beautiful suck the soul out of him? She was the air he breathed, the match to his fire, and he wasn’t sure if he hated her or wanted to fuck her.
His dick made the decision for him.
“Eli,” Faith breathed, “I have to talk to you about something…” Before Faith could finish her sentence, Eli grabbed her by the waist and pushed her against the wall. He lifted both of her arms above her head and held them there with one wrist.
His free hand circled her waist and he closed the space between them. He felt her soft breath against his neck. Her nipples hardened against her shirt. She squirmed and writhed beneath him. “What did you want to talk about,mio amina?”
My soul. He’d called her by her government name for so long, Faith honestly thought there was no hope for them anymore. “Just…stop talking.”
Eli fumbled with removing Faith’s jeans and pushed them down to the floor. She clumsily stepped out of them while he stripped naked. “Are the babies asleep?” He asked.
“I just…put…them…down…an…hour…ago.” She breathed.
“Good,” Eli turned Faith around and she gasped against the wall. “They don’t need to witness this.”
“Witness what, baby?” She barely asked before she felt her cheeks spread and Eli’s wet tongue between them. “Oooh shit!”
“Shhhh….” He instructed. He spread her legs apart and kneeled down, dipping his head underneath her cunt and tasted her love. He held onto her thighs as he dragged his tongue up and down her wet slit. He sucked and nibbled in her love, letting it bounce and roll over his tongue as she squirmed and sighed above him.
It had been so long since Eli had given her head, Faith lost her mind. His tongue was perfect – wide and flat in some moments, long and pointy in others. He gave head as if her pussy had the cure and the only way he could get it was sucking it. “That’s my spot! That’s my fucking spot!” She squealed.
Eli held onto Faith’s cheeks more so he could bury his tongue deeper inside her. She was slick and hot, open and ready for him. He was obsessed, addicted to her, and was willing to fight whoever who threatened to come between them.
Faith erupted into a muffled cry as the orgasm washed over her body, shaking it against Eli’s tongue. Eli slapped both cheeks and stood up. “Good girl,” he turned her around and slid inside her, lifting her up against the wall.
“Eli...” She cried.
“Damn, baby girl,” he pressed his head against hers. Her pussy suckled and nipped along his length, greedy for more. Eli was dangerously close to the edge and Faith knew how to push him there. He lifted her against the wall and thrust hard inside of her. “Girl, you play too much. You know this is my pussy.”
“Yes, it is!” Faith breathed. She clasped her arms around Eli’s back as he relentless drove his cock into her. It had been too long since they’d made love and all thoughts of a divorce went out the window. There was no way she was going to give up that dick for the rest of her life.
Eli growled Faith’s name as he felt her tremble around his thickness. She climaxed again in soft sighs and he soon followed her, coming inside her in thick, hot spurts; forever marking her as his.
