Page 47 of Passion

Those walls were clapping in approval as I pushed more of my dick inside of her. Because of the way she was hanging out of the bed, it was nearly impossible for her to do anything to stop me, other than completely falling on the floor.

“Squirt that shit at me, Giselle. Lube this shit up.”

She grabbed her nipples, pinching the fuck out of them, letting me have just what I asked for. I gripped her thighs as her pussy leaked the lube I needed to go even deeper. Her asshole was spasming and enjoying every inch I fed it. Her entire body was red with passion, and she was panting and screaming uncontrollably.

My dick had to have activated the Tourette Syndrome deep within her, because her body was flopping and jerking all over the fucking place as I took her asshole for my pleasure. “Oh, fuck! I’m about to cum all in this shit, Elle!”

She couldn’t respond with intelligible words. Her body had ascended to euphoria, and it sounded as if she was speaking a foreign language. When her asshole clinched me like a fucking vice grip, I released inside of her. “Fuuuuuck!”

She looked like she was seizing with a look of pleasure on her face. I collapsed on top of her, my dick sliding out of her. “Oh my God, girl. That was good as fuck!”

Her breathing had gotten steady, so I lifted my head to see she was knocked the fuck out. I bit my lip at the sight, ready to violate her body in every pleasurable way. She had creamed all over the damn place, and I wasn’t sure if it came from her pussy or her asshole.

I pulled her into the bed and covered her with a blanket I had at the foot of it then went to the bathroom to clean up. As soon as possible, I would be diving back in her pussy to shoot that shit up. My previous assumption was correct. Any woman who took me through all my emotions the way she did would have been left in my past, but this pussy was the fucking truth and had me doing shit I didn’t even comprehend.

Her pussy was laced with that premium shit, and I’d risk losing my fucking future to always have it in my life. She had me strung out, always longing to feel the passion I knew she could make me feel. I’d take her down anywhere she wanted me to. I just hoped this was our new beginning, because I would hate to choke the fuck out of her next time. If I couldn’t have this pussy all the time, what the fuck was life?

“Baby, pick up your things. Mr. Gentry is on his way with pizza!”

“Pizzaaaaa! Yay!”

I chuckled at Kizzie’s excitement about pizza. She was picking up her dolls at lightning speed to ensure she would get to sit and eat as soon as Gentry arrived. We’d moved back almost two weeks ago, and things had been perfect. The kids and I had fallen into a comfortable routine. They went to school and day care as usual, and we enjoyed time together, just the three of us, until Gentry got home.

I always fed them while he was at work because, most times, he didn’t get home until around seven. By then, they were bathed and fed, nearly ready for bed. We spent an hour together as a family while Gentry and I ate, and they had a light snack before they went to bed. Then Gentry and I got our alone time until we conked out for the night. He seemed extremely pleased with our arrangement. I knew I was.

This was the life I had been craving, but I’d let Clayton derail my plans for my life. The day the kids and I moved back, I promised Gentry that I would do my absolute best to be transparent, letting him know my feelings and what I was dealing with. His issue wasn’t the drama, although he hated it. His issue was me not allowing him to be there for me. I didn’t realize how just his embrace could calm all my anxieties.

We had to appear back at Clayton’s attorney’s office tomorrow, and I was so ready to get this shit over with. He insisted that we could come to an agreement without going to court. I didn’t need his child support payments because it was my idea to have kids. He only agreed to do it to give me what I wanted. We were so close back then, and I hated where our relationship had declined to.

This situation had destroyed the friendship we once had. I knew he loved Kizzie and Dakota with everything in him. Dakota was practically his mini-me. His decisions while the kids were with him proved that he wasn’t capable of being a full-time parent. He’d never had to be before. He only usually had them on the weekends. He alternated full weekends, so one weekend they spent one night, and the other weekend, they spent two.

He didn’t realize just how much responsibility was involved in caring for children full-time, and when he did, instead of being a man and saying he bit off more than he could chew, he allowed his pride to almost traumatize my babies. I refused to allow that. However, he was still their father, and I didn’t want to take them from him completely, despite how my petty was saying fuck his negligent ass.

“Mommy, I got all my toys picked up!”

“Good job, princess.”

I smiled at Kizzie as I heard Gentry’s car in the driveway. Her eyebrows lifted while Dakota smiled big and ran to the back door. They did that every day, and I could tell that it touched Gentry’s soul, although he hadn’t said so. They would always be so excited to see him when he got home. He was their dad away from their dad. It would only be a matter of time before they started calling him dad. Dakota typically followed Kizzie’s lead. If she called him dad, he would too.

When the back door opened, they started hopping up and down in excitement as Gentry laughed and picked them both up. “Hey, Princess Tiana! Hey, D-Man! What’s up, y’all? I missed y’all.”

He hugged them to him tightly, causing them to scream with laughter before setting them on their feet. Kizzie frowned slightly. “Daddy, where’s the pizza?”

Gentry stared up at me as a tear slid down my cheek. I knew it would be happening soon, but I didn’t expect it to be today. He brought his attention back to Kizzie and said, “You won’t believe this. I was so excited to come inside to see my family, I forgot the pizza in the car!”

He slapped his head with his palm, pushing his head back dramatically, as the kids hopped up and down with laughter. “Daddy’s sorry,” he said softly then looked up at me with a slight smile.

I made my way to him and asked Kizzie, “Can I kiss Daddy before he goes back outside?”

She giggled. “Mr. Gentry is our daddy too, but he’s not your daddy, Mommy. He’s your husband!”

I smiled big as I turned back to Gentry. I swore he wanted to cry. His eyes were somewhat glossy. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body into his, practically molding our bodies into one. Being body to body with him was always the perfect aphrodisiac. He lowered his head and softly kissed my lips. “This is perfect, baby,” he said after pulling away. “She called me daddy.”

He looked down at Kizzie’s hopeful eyes then stooped down to her. “I’m so happy you want to call me daddy. Just know, I’m not trying to take your dad’s place.”

“I know! We have two daddies!”

“Da-dy!” Dakota said as he reached for Gentry to pick him up.