Page 58 of Spending Forever With You

“Damn, it’s been a long time since you’ve been inside me, be gentle please. A dick this size can cause permanent damage to my pussy and we can’t have that. I’m lending her to you, you don’t own her, so no gifts inside. Are you ready for me?”

I asked his dick that jumped, or nodded, however you saw it. For me, it was a yes. I went to get up when Luke tossed me over his shoulder and carried me to the bed.

“Aight, that’s enough. Let’s get one thing clear, Hershey. You ain’t lending me shit when it comes to my pussy. I told you, I’ma show why my name is still written deep on these walls. You’ll never replace me.” Luke smacked my ass, causing me to yelp before I was on the bed with him pulling my panties down then spreading my legs wide to fit his body. His mouth kissed up my body while his hands unhooked my bra. I helped release my arms to free my titties. He hovered over me, staring deep into my eyes.

“And damn sure the fuck not in here,” he said as he kissed my tattoo and pushed inside me then took my nipple into his mouth, sucking. I gasped, clenching my eyes tightly. My lip quivered from the impact of him.

“S-s-h-h-it, Luke,” I stuttered. I shuffled back a bit, only making Luke put me back where he wanted me.

“I’ma go slow. Don’t worry baby, but gentle I won’t be. You’ve been a bad girl, Hershey, so I have to punish you and this pussy to fix your gotdamn attitude.” I held on to Luke around his shoulders as he pushed my thighs further apart and began stroking me slowly, overfilling me with his dick.

Hollis, he’s bigger than you remember and…

“Mmmm…Luke, please,” I moaned, taking his rough thrusts deep in me as he hit a spot strong, catching me off guard for a second.

And the dick game grew with him. It’s so good.

Still the best we’ve ever had.

Fuck!

I dared myself to open my eyes only to find his piercing gaze on me so I quickly shut them. That whole scene was too much for our first time, again.

“Naw, let me see you, Hershey,” Luke demanded as he grabbed a hold of my chin. We didn’t even blink in those moments as he continued to stroke the hell out of my pussy that sounded like a gushy⁠—

“Gotdamn, Hershey baby, you dripping your chocolate like that? You must be ready to melt for me.”

I moaned, shaking my head. Ten minutes in and I was coming.

Then something happened that hadn’t happened since our last time. I sniffled as a low whimper escaped and I lost the battle to keep my eyes open as tears cascaded down my face. Luke kissed them away as I dug into his back. He hadn’t slowed his pace at all, no, this nigga picked it up.

“You still cry when you come, baby?” I shook my head because I hadn’t. Not with anyone else, just him. I thought I’d gotten over that one detail but clearly, it was a Luke superpower to make me cry on the dick.

By the second orgasm, my low whimpers were a full-blown cry with me begging for mercy.

“Luke, wait, I need a break.”

“Baby, you took a ten year break from me. Ain’t no breaks, days off, or timeouts this go ’round. You can take me. You just keep coming and I’ma handle the rest.” He grunted as he pushed my legs up near my ears, pinning me down while I lay there taking all of him as I came again, with him kissing away my tears.

“P-p-please, Luke. Please.”

“Naw, fuck that begging shit, please, what? Ain’t this what you wanted, Hershey, huh? Good ass, muthafucking, wet ass pussy, gotdamn it. You not gon’ convince me she wasn’t waiting for me to come back home the way she talking to a nigga right now. I know, baby, I missed the fuck outta you too. Don’t worry, we ain’t never separating again.”

I couldn’t say anything else as my eyes continued to roll while my body floated through the wave. Luke went on and on, talking so soft and sweet to my pussy in a way that had her responding with back-to-back agreement.

“I heard you, Omar, and I keep telling you, there is nothing there. What do you want me to do?” I rubbed my temples hard while I sat by the pool with my computer in my lap, pretending to work. I called myself still being on vacation and semi-working since I wasn’t digging for shit on Shep and Angie. No, I was too busy missing my husband, who I was texting while I ignored Omar to the best of my ability.

Me: I’m missing you. Hurry home please.

Deke: Lol, naw, you definitely not missing me. You miss me filling you up.

Me: Same thing in my book, friend.

Yeah I added that title just for him. He wanted it so I was using it.

Deke: Haha, wrong person, I’m your husband, Hershey. What are you doing anyway?

Me: Playing vacation in the backyard and avoiding work for the tenth day in a row.