Page 59 of Alonzo

I grab her hair too. Hold her still underneath me. My cock growing hard in my pants.

I kiss her for real for the very first time.

Her mouth opens and my tongue slides against hers. And then she’s flipping me over. Climbing on top of me now. Her legs straddle my middle, and her hands press against my face.

It’s like my wildest dreams just came true.

She breaks the kiss and I stare into her eyes. They are the most brilliant blue I’ve ever seen. And I know I’ve seen those eyes hundreds of times over the past two years, but this moment—when she’s right here in front of me in real life—I’ve never seen them like this.

She sits up. Her sexy blonde hair is a tangled mess covering her eyes and sticking to her lips. She takes a deep breath and holds it.

Then she slaps me right across the face.

“What the—”

“I cannot fucking believe you’ve been catfishing me this whole time! You are the biggest dick ever! I will never be able to trust you again! What else are you hiding? Why were you lying? It’s bad enough you have a Spanish name and tattoos all over your damn body, but I swear to fucking God, Alonzo Dumas, if you’re some career criminal who thinks he can just walk all over me like I’m some piece of shit under your shoe, you better rethink that, buddy! I will not be put in that position again! Do you hear me?”

Hear her? She’s practically screaming in my ear.

“Tara?”

“What!”

“I think I love you.”

“What?” She spits hair out of her mouth.

I reach up with both hands.

She leans back and shakes her head. “Don’t touch me. I don’t want you to touch me.”

“OK. Fine. But you’re sitting on top of me. Rubbing your hot fucking pussy right over my fat cock that, by the way? Has not seen any real-life action in over two damn years. So if you do not want me to fuck your brains out right now, you’d better get your sassy little ass up and onto that couch and start acting like a rational person.”

“Rational? I’m on the fucking floor because you tripped me! And you’re a liar! You’re a catfisher! And by the way, how appropriate. Fisherman? Catfishing? I bet you got a lot of good laughs out of that, didn’t you?”

“OK. I warned you.”

She blinks at me.

And then I flip her back over one more time. I pin her arms to the floor, straddle her waist, and press my hips into hers.

“Get off me,” she growls. “Right now.”

“No.”

She squirms underneath me. “Get. Off. Me.”

“Nope. I gave you a chance. You decided to keep fighting. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for two years, Tara. We are going to fuck.”

She laughs. “Is that what you think this is? Some… prelude to fucking?” She huffs. “You’re insane.”

“Tell me no, then.” She opens her mouth, but I let go of one wrist to place my hand over it before she can speak. “Be very careful what you say next, Tara. Because if you tell me no, then I’m done. I have been worried sick about you for three fucking days. I called and called and called. And you didn’t even have the decency to pick up, let alone call me back and let me know you were OK. And then you show up here? Like I forced this on you? You. Showed up. Here. At my fucking house. And now you want to play you’re-the-bad-guy with me? Fuck you.”

I take my hand away from her mouth.

“Can I speak now?”

“Feel fuckin’ free.”