Page 8 of Serenity
I was a woman who wasn’t afraid to be alone. A woman who chose people who added value to my life versus feeling the need to keep people around to fill a void. A woman who refused to settle in my relationships—romantic and friendly. A woman who knew the power of peace and made it a priority. I understood the value of my energy and presence. I refused to settle for less.
A difference of opinion failed to discourage my stance. Heavily, I stood on business and the desires of my heart. Marriage and the baby carriage were not my narrative. Nor would they ever be.
VINDICKTIONS
Chocolate thunder. Ripples of it crashed into my hips. The discord of deafening claps and slaps made for an impeccable storm. With every upward thrust, a wave coursed through an abundance of ass. With my left hand, I gripped her cheek and shook it violently. She continued, sliding and grinding up and down. Working her pretty brown round.
She bounced.
She pounced.
And announced her undoing.
The cheek I’d been holding hostage was freed. Unable to resist my urges, I slapped it, watching my palm leave its evidence behind in redness. Defenseless against her impassioned attack, I grabbed hold again to her softness. So fucking perfect. So undeniably insatiable, her ass was.
On lifted leg, she planted pretty toes flush against the seat and began to bounce. Up and down, she slid against my dick coating me in her slickness. The shift in position gave me a full view of titties rebounding against more chocolate and a portrait of passion on her face as she looked back at me. Those hips were working. That ass was twerking. That pussy was gripping.
“I always wanted you, Duke. Always wanted to feel this shit. This dick. It’s fucking amazinggggg.”
Yeah. Yeah.
She kept that up, confessing her deepest darkest while I tried to focus on the way she was endeavoring to bring me to my end. Absent the thrill of new pussy, the task proved difficult.
Ysira had been talking grandly about a waterpark I didn’t want to miss out on, further inflating her delusions. Dry pussy was hardly worth the effort which was why I let her put in all the work. After a while, it became foregone that she wouldn’t do it for me. Irrespective of the fact, I let her get hers.
Loud and proud, she came.
Once the task was complete, I dislodged and dismissed. The vehicle had been moving simultaneously as she slid up and down. Creeping through obese traffic as we crept in the backseat, my driver kept it under fifteen miles an hour. Only recently had Reed halted moving after driving in circles. Ysira wiggled, trembled, and moaned as we roamed through the city. The sound and feel of a woman sated. Mission complete. It was time for our time to come to a close.
“You can get out now, Ysira.”
“Huh?” Her lips divorced, leaving the cavity open for catching flies.
Far too busy gathering her bearings from the aftershock of ecstasy, she hadn’t noticed the stopping of the vehicle. Parked in front of her place of business, Reed waited outside the door patiently for her exit.
The Wig Factory.
Ysira made custom wigs. Of that much, I was aware. Once upon a time, the charges for her services were frequent on my bank statements month to month.
“You came. We’ve arrived. Now it’s time for you to go, sweetheart.”
Confusion and shock made a home in her bones. “I thought—”
“You don’t get paid to think, sweetheart. Tick tock.”
Anger and hurt joined confusion, paying no rent in the vicinity of her face.
She spared me vulgarities undoubtedly blooming in her head like weeds in untended grass in favor of silence and absence. I thanked God for small miracles.
Once alone, my attention focused on the opposite door, where my phone was perfectly positioned to record every stroke of my dick as Ysira greedily rode me. It took a few applications of lubricant for her to accomplish the task, but my mission was fulfilled.
Four women.
Ysira was the third hit checked off on my quest for vindication. The fulfillment I sought had yet to be met, but enough was enough. It was time to move forward from my past.
Summoning the partition button, I liberated myself from the separation of the enclosure.
“To the office, Reed.”