"All of my visions were untrue
Till I had a vision of you
An untimely end for all
But it was only then, only then that I saw
Saw the morning glory
Can't you take me there
Can't you take me there
Away from soliloquies of sadness
And prophecies of pain
For us all to see

I had a vision in my mind
I had a vision of peace
I had a vision of you"

Jamiroquai—"Morning Glory"

Erik did his best to walk into TLS focused on discussing the opening of new locations of the saloon with Blue and helping to ease the thirst of patrons behind the bar.

That was his intention.

Entering TLS, the cacophony of music, flashing lights, and boisterous voices having a good time in his establishment gave him a few seconds of distraction before his eyes found her.

His legs had a mind of their own as he pivoted from the direction of the office toward Kris. She had on a light gold head wrap, and her big silver hoop earrings dangled against her neck.

"Erik!"

Two ladies stopped him before he could reach Kris. The women, regulars of TLS who always made a habit of speaking to him before they left the saloon, were giddy and had questions about an upcoming band that was due to give a show the following week. By the time he bid farewell to them, Kris had moved to the side of the bar and sipped a glass of ice water.

Erik felt a simple joy well up in his chest as he stared at her face. He couldn't get over how arousing the sweetness of her just standing there next to him made him feel.

They had been cool with each other since returning to Mariscal. Kris went back to work and gave her tarot card readings out on the work patio and even had a fish fry at her house with her close co-workers and a few neighbors. Erik was invited, and he enjoyed himself. They played Spades, joked around like best buds, and drank cold brews on her back porch. Something was different with her though.

Erik caught her openly flirting with men as she served drinks and finger foods. She'd have a hand on her hip as she leaned against a booth seat chatting up customers. He once watched her lean forward more than necessary to hand a man a platter of tacos with his Tequila, her deep cleavage making the man's eyes bulge. Erik made it a point to do his saloon round at that moment, greeting his patrons with a brief check-in to see how they were being treated, a normal part of his duties as the owner. Kris acted like he wasn't there as she continued gassing up the group of four men, complimenting them on their clothes and the expensive finger rings two of them wore. She lifted the hand of one who ate up her attention as she stroked a diamond pinkie ring.

"You have great taste," she purred before releasing the man's hand.

"Gentlemen, are you being taken care of over here?" he asked.

They all nodded enthusiastically. Kris turned away and one man on the end of the booth seating reached out for her hand and pulled her back.

"Rekia needs some help," Erik said.

Kris nodded and flitted away from the table and toward the kitchen pickup.

"Enjoy the rest of your evening, fellas," he said walking away.

She did nothing too outrageous, but Erik kept his eye on her. Especially around large groups of men. He gave her plenty of breathing room to sort out her feelings about living without Jordan and accepted her behavior as figuring out her worth now that she was alone. He yearned to be with her, but he wanted her to make the first move. After weeks of patient waiting and swallowing his pride as he watched her make cutesy jokes and kitten eyes at other men, she stood at the bar with a desire for him. The moment he saw it, he jumped behind the bar before he acted on it in public. She batted those naturally thick eyelashes and made her lips pout until they looked like a lush heart and his knees quaked.

Erik showed off behind the bar to keep his blinders on as he concocted exotic drinks and wowed customers with his handiwork tossing around his jigger and shaker. When he grew idle, his eyes wandered toward her and he had to keep his emotions in check around his employees. By the time he took his smoke break to puff on the new cigar he bought in Houston, the shift in his life began. He watched Kris saunter over to him with slow methodical steps carrying food and a drink. She had a smirk on her face and he knew something was up. He wasn't expecting her to go down on him in his truck, but he was grateful for it.

Erik became antsy when they returned to work. He couldn't stop looking at her. Horny, unfulfilled sexually, and starving for more contact with her, he spent the rest of his night pushing through his shift. He ground his teeth in his mouth when he watched Kris finish her last hour and leave. The time couldn't go by fast enough for him and he took off earlier than he planned. He risked getting a traffic ticket as he sped to her house after stopping at a twenty-four-hour drugstore to pick up condoms. There was a slight embarrassment when he had to press a button on a locked cabinet that housed the prophylactics. He waited patiently as a store clerk meandered over into the aisle he was in and used a key to slide open the glass display case.

"What kind do you need?" the bored clerk asked, as she twirled the keys in her hand.

"The polyurethane," Erik said pointing to the pricey brand he wanted. They were thinner, stronger, and allowed more heat than the latex condoms he stopped using years ago.

He paid and hot-footed out of the store.

Stepping out of his truck, Kris waited for him on her porch with her front door wide open at one in the morning. Covered in a thin yellow t-shirt, he appreciated the outline of her body. In one fell swoop, he had her in his arms and carried her inside to her living room.

With her face inches from his, they stared at one another with the sound of her TV serenading them in the darkness of her home.

"I had to see you," he whispered.

His voice sounded thick and unsure.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and he carefully sat down on her couch and cradled her waist as she straddled him.

"Is it okay that I'm here?"

She nodded. Her face, illuminated with the lights of a bright commercial, held anticipation.

He kissed her then, allowing his larger bottom lip to touch her top lip first before he lowered his entire mouth over hers. She reached with his help to turn on the floor lamp next to the couch. Her soft puff of hair rested on her shoulders. Those lips he craved were bare. He made a gentle finger touch the soft tuft of a loose curl on her forehead. His little fairy.

"I've waited for you… for so long…"

Her index finger touched his lip and stopped his words.

Lifting from his body, she stood and held her hand out to him.

"Come with me," she said.

He clasped her hand, and she pulled him to her bedroom. Kris turned on the light in the small room and he saw a small bed with crumpled lavender sheets. It was smaller than a queen-size. Just barely a double. His eyes danced around the room. Old dark bedroom furniture. Gray carpeted floor. The window with no drapes was closed and there was a purple cloth covering something bulky on the windowsill.

Kris crawled on the bed and pulled off her shirt. She reached for his shirt and he didn't hesitate to make it disappear from his body. Her eyes dragged across his lower parts as he kicked off his shoes and socks. By the time he took down his underwear and jeans, she was up on her knees reaching for his hands.

Erik climbed on the bed and she crawled over him forcing his legs to fan out in front of him as her small rump plopped down on his genitals, the heat from her sex matching the warmth of his.

Their eyes locked together. Kris studied his face as her hands rested on his shoulders. Erik ducked his head closer to kiss her again, but she pulled back. Her right index finger traced his jawline, and she tapped his lips before returning her hand to his shoulder. She tilted her head, and he sensed a nervous tingle race up his spine. His eyes darted away because her gaze was too penetrating… too intimate.

"Look at me, Erik," she said.

He did as she asked, but the openness of her dark orbs made his breathing hitch. He couldn't hold eye contact once more and dropped his gaze.

"It's hard, huh?" she asked.

His lips moved to speak, but he couldn't explain how he felt. She made him nervous.

"I don't know what you want me to do," he said.

"Just look at me."

"I try to, but then…"

"What?"

He shook his head.

"It's like you can see through me. Makes me feel naked and shit."

"But you are naked," she giggled.

"I know… but… it's like you can see my deepest darkest secrets."

"You have those?"

He chuckled and regarded her face again.

"Everyone has secrets."

"Can you see mine?"

His eyes fell away, and she gripped his chin.

"Let me see, Erik."

He let out a shaky breath and joined his eyes with hers. After a long minute that felt like an excruciating hour, Kris gifted him with an angelic smile.

"See? That wasn't so bad. I can see why women love you."

"How's that?"

"You have loving eyes. They make women feel special when you look at them. Safe."

"Do I do that for you?"

"Yeah."

She pulled on his neck forcing him closer to her face and her lips took his with chaste kisses that grew more carnal… deeper… wetter…

His tongue explored every corner and crevice, and she returned the favor in kind making his mouth water with anticipation. He dropped his hands to her hips where he caressed her soft curves and moved them along the slope of her backside. Her salacious mouth captivated him and he caught his breath as she nipped on his lower lip. Tickling the scruff of hair on his lightly bearded cheeks, she pressed her lips onto each of his dimples before cradling his face and staring into the depths of his soul once more.

"I like you a lot, Erik. I don't want things to be weird between us after we… after we make love."

Make love?

Erik's fingers traced up and down Kris's back as he absorbed her words. None of their interaction was going the way he imagined it going when he swept her off of her feet. He expected to be planted between her legs and pounding away to glory. Fast and furious. The taste of her on his lips and her cries of pleasure warming his ears.

Make love?

Those seductive eyes of hers regarded him with a gentle longing.

"Why would things get weird? We like each other. We get along great—"

"I'm just telling you how I feel. I've seen how you work… juggle people. I don't want to start something with you and you change on me. Treat me like Vanessa… or Arletta… or act like you don't know me anymore once you move on—"

"You ain't even have to worry about nothing like that. I'm not seeing anyone else. I don't want to see anyone else. Just you…"

He took her lips and kissed her. Tried to kiss her concerns away.

Soft kisses.

Juicy kisses.

Sloppy wet kisses.

He stroked her skin all along her back and arms as he savored her mouth. She did the same along his neck and down his sides. When he cradled her face and she rested her small hands on his chest, he made room for her to stretch her legs out behind him. They sat together like that, face to face, chest to chest, and made their tongues twirl with occasional licks along the seams of their lips to coax more deep kisses from one another.

The blood pumped into his manhood and the erection that sat under her vulva grew hot and slick with traces of Erik's pre-cum that seeped from his tip. His dick twitched against her wet folds.

Kris crossed her legs around his glutes and he moved his legs closer so that they were in the lotus position. When her lips released his and she ran her tongue along the shell of his right ear, he moaned, and his length jumped making her rock on him. Her sopping pussy lips left a trail of her juices across his erection. All he had to do was lift her a few inches and he could slide right inside of her…

Pressing his lids tight, a loud exhale rushed from his mouth, as her tongue snaked in and out of his ear like warm pink velvet. He kissed her left cheek and trailed his eager mouth up to her ear.

"I want you so bad right now, Kris."

She nipped at his throat before securing that warm mouth on his clavicle where she sucked gently. He took that moment to finally touch her breasts. He had forgotten all the other parts of her as they kissed. They were nothing but lips and tongues and soft pants for at least forty minutes.

Forty minutes?

Shit.

His eyes caught the digital clock on the nightstand with the loud blood-red numbers. Forty minutes in and they hadn't even moved past first base. That wasn't normal for him.

Feeling loopy and out of breath, Erik palmed her bell-shaped breasts, forcing his thumbs to trace the outline of her big areolas. Shit was sexy as fuck with her tiny pebbled nipples. He lifted a breast and stretched his mouth as far as he could around the reddish-brown circle. He fingered the other nipple before squeezing the entire mass and his dick throbbed under her. She sat back just enough to allow his rock-hard length to bounce up against his stomach and hers. Her eyes gazed at his heavy girth and she moaned softly when he plucked at her nipples with the rough contours of his fingers. That cowboy work-life gave him rough hands that pleased her soft overflowing tits. He suckled each breast back and forth until her head fell back. Her eyes grew narrow and her moist lips parted. She was ready for that pipe. He had to make sure she was thoroughly lubricated for his thickness.

Dropping two fingers down to her core, Erik gave tender strokes to her swollen folds. The faint hairs on her mound were coated with her essence and her outer lips were puffy. He dipped his fingers in a couple of inches and she was a boiling cauldron down there. But he needed some hors d'oeuvres before the main course.

"Sit on my face, baby," he whispered.

He rested his body fully prone on her bed and she crawled on him until her pussy sat right above his mouth.

"Face the other way," he said fisting his dick.

Kris spun around and dropped that sweet pussy on his lips and he groaned sending a strong vibration that rippled along her vulva.

"Erik!" she yelped.

The sensation made her back arch, and she returned the loving onto his length. Her lips wrapped around his glans and she sucked him like a tasty popsicle, slurping and grazing her teeth lightly up and down his stiffness. She took as much of him as she could handle in her mouth and it pleased him when she had to stop and catch her breath before trying again.

Erik gave her pussy the best tongue-loving he had ever given a woman. He had to do this woman right to keep her. Moving his head left and right, up and down with his tongue sliding in and out of her sacred pink opening, Erik put it down. He heard the whimpers from her throat as she groaned while sucking him to heaven. The bedroom was full of wet slurping sounds and hard groans. He made his tongue ripple like ocean waves along her clit and hummed her name while he did it.

"Oh, shit!" she cried out.

Erik heard the loud popping sound of her mouth letting go of his glans as her pussy spasmed across his sticky lips. He gripped her hips and held them steady as she came. Her ragged gasps made his balls react. His toes curled, and a shiver rushed over his stomach muscles. Kris had a hand around the root of his dick, and when the tremors in her pussy continued, he arched his hips thrusting his dick deep in her throat.

"Fuck, Kris… making me nut, baby!"

She caught the hot spurts of cum that erupted in her mouth. He flooded the back of her throat with so much semen that his ass cheeks tightened and he screeched out her name several times.

Kris collapsed on him, her pussy resting on his chin as her mouth held his pulsing tip.

"Fuck… fuck… damn… that was… shit… girl…"

Girlish giggles made music for his ears as she rolled to her side and looked down at him. He wiped his lips and savored the taste of her sex. Reaching a hand out to her, Erik pulled Kris on top of him. He caressed her back and felt the slick sweat that beaded on her baby smooth skin.

"My dick is still hard. All them throat babies I gave you—"

"Throat babies? Ew! Why do you have to sound so crude?"

Kris slapped his chest, and he laughed out loud before smooching along her neck.

"I want some more," he huffed into her ear.

"I do too."

Her voice was honey laced with some Henny to him. Sultry. Open to all the debauchery he wanted to lay on her.

Erik reached over the bed and grabbed for his jeans. Kris sat up and watched him pull out a condom from a back pocket. For a second, he thought he caught a bit of hesitation in her eyes when he tore it open.

"We good?" he asked.

He touched her cheek with his thumb.

"Yeah."

He rolled the condom onto his length and moved closer to her. Her lips sought his, and he relaxed into more intense kissing until he pushed her onto her back. Looking down at her, she appeared wanton and ready, her thighs open wide. Her breasts spread a little and turned him up higher. He fondled them before he lowered his face so he could suck to his heart's content. His dick bobbed a bit and the weight of his need pressed him to act.

He lined up with her opening and watched her pussy throb when the tip touched it. Spreading his knees, he pushed into her and grit his teeth to keep from shouting. Fucking tight. The heat of her insides enveloped his erection like a second skin. Kris shifted her thighs and raised her legs up. He lifted her legs over his arms and pushed further and she gasped then and squeezed her eyes shut. He held still until she wiggled for more and he gave it to her, rocking his hips against her for three long strokes before his thighs shook from the feeling. He wanted her on top. Needed to watch her ride him with those big breasts swinging in his face.

Erik lifted her up and rolled onto his back. Kris raised off of his dick as her knees found their place against his hips. He played with her breasts as she sat back on his dick an inch at a time. She didn't go down all the way. He stretched her out completely and her facial expression told him she was trying to adjust to fit him all in.

"You feel so good," he encouraged.

She lowered her face to kiss him and he tongued her good and proper before she started bouncing on him. He grunted each time she rose all the way off of him and circled his tip with her opening, teasing him.

"Fuck me," he pleaded.

Gripping her hips, he pulled her back down.

"Damn… you yanking on that thang girl… fuck…"

She took a deep breath and slid down his dick until she rested that cute ass on his balls and a flurry of expletives fell from his lips as the exquisite pleasure blew his mind.

"Look how you doing that dick… taking it deep with that tight pussy."

Kris bit on her lip as her eyes looked drunk with the rapture of good dick.

"So good baby… bounce on that dick."

"Yeah."

"Can you handle it?"

"Yeah," she choked out.

She scrunched up her face as he thrust up into her depths.

"I feel you squeezing my shit… damn…"

"Yeah!"

She bounced faster on him and her breasts slapped together making him groan louder. His hands dropped to his sides as he let her work him at her own pace.

"Fuck that big dick… just like that… oh my God!"

His mouth went lax and his tongue felt heavy in his throat. She had him panting like he was running a marathon.

"Make those big titties bounce baby… I like that shit."

Her back bowed, and her breasts danced for him.

Kris's brow creased, and her lips twisted up while she gave it her all. She lost her focus when he dragged a gentle thumb across her swollen clit. Her glistening juices coated the condom making her ride slicker. Stuffed with all of his thickness, he couldn't wrench his eyes away from how her pussy lips stretched around him. Undulating her hips, she shifted the rotation of how she received him and he almost screamed from the grip she had on his dick. She was going to milk him before he was ready so he grabbed her waist and took control of the speed and direction of friction between them. She started yelping then, unable to modulate her voice as he dominated the penetration. Eventually, she fell forward and her cheek rubbed against his cheek as her hair fanned around his face. The wailing she did in his ear as her orgasm took over completely overshadowed the tight clenches around his pipe.

"I need to put a pin in this," she huffed as she wiped perspiration from her face.

Her body was limp on top of him.

"Whatchu mean? You tired already?"

Her coquettish eyes peered at him with slight embarrassment.

"I'm not used to a man with this much stamina. Usually… oh man… usually I would've been done a long time ago… I can't… I can't keep this up…"

She lifted off of his dick all the way.

"Wait a minute… hold up…"

He tried to put her back on his length.

"Erik… I can't…"

He turned her onto her side and spooned behind her.

"Lemme handle it for you," he said.

He lifted her left leg onto his thigh took her from behind. She clawed her sheets as he pushed in and out with long strokes.

"Oooh!"

Her voice bounced on the walls. The sound of his dick in her pussy made him grow desperate for his own release. Her walls molded around his erection forcing groans from him and fuck… he was begging her to make him cum.

Her breasts rested on the sheets and he clutched one of them as he pressed closer to her body. Both of them were on fire. She threw that little ass back on him and he went nuts, gave her the pounding he had dreamed about doing for weeks. Face buried in the sheets, Kris bucked her hips to match him stroke for stroke, but then she started wailing his name. He threw his head back and gasped for air when he felt his nutsack tighten like she had applied a vice grip to it. He was so close. The oncoming surge in his balls grew. Piping her down brought out the beast in him. The heady rush of blood to his dick and the carnal demands he wanted for the rest of the night made him go wild on her. His hips pistoned all of his strength and he fucked Kris with a guttural roar that he had never heard come from his mouth before. With one brutal thrust of his body against hers, she tumbled over the edge of the bed and fell hard on the floor.

"Erik! Damn!"

"Oh, shit… my bad baby!"

Kris stared up at him butt naked and soaked with sweat as she rubbed her arm.

"I'm sorry!"

She puckered her lips in a fretful pout and her sullen eyes made him burst out in a loud laugh.

"Come on, baby."

He reached for her and she slapped his hand before raising up from the ground. She crawled back onto the bed and he pulled her in tight against his chest facing him.

"You were feeling too good. Made me lose my mind."

Erik smothered her cheeks with kisses before he buried his face in her breasts. He bit her in several places just to feel some ownership of her body. He pushed her thighs back against the mattress and mounted her with lust buried in his chest. She had him wired and ready to explode.

"You still want to put a pin in this?" he asked.

He pumped in and out of her and her hooded eyes told him no. She wanted all he had to give. Her pussy was a sopping gushy mess, and he stopped the long strokes when his groans became uncontrollable. Pressing his forehead into hers, Erik held her gaze. The passion between them was palpable. Dense. It tangled them both up. Throwing her legs over his arms, he gave her a few more deep probing kisses before he reared his head back and yelled while he came. The force of the ejaculate made his body rigid as his penis swelled inside of her. They both watched his dick pulse and Erik reached down and circled a lusty finger across her plump clit. She came undone so fast that he lost his breath watching her pleasure on top of his. His balls moved up and down squeezing every drop of cum out of his soul while her pussy throbbed in tandem with his manhood. He almost wanted to cry because the feeling was sublime. Nearly cosmic.

Erik held himself above her, afraid to crush her with his full weight. Her eyes were like owls as she watched him come down from the high of releasing into her. She was protected with a condom, but his body reacted like he had rawed her down. He wished he had.

He pulled his dick out of her carefully. The condom looked drowned with semen.

"You were amazing," he gasped.

Erik removed the condom and padded to her bathroom to urinate and clean up. He pissed a long hard stream that had him exhaling with sweet relief. The tension he held in his body disappeared. He had done the deed. Bagged the woman he wanted. He gave her skilled tongue, great lips, expert fingers, delicious dick… earth-shattering orgasms. Fucked her off the bed. She was his for sure.

Returning to her bedroom, they traded places as she went to use the restroom and Erik clambered back on the small but sturdy bed. Refreshed, she crawled next to him and he held her close to his body, her breasts resting on his chest and her hands tucked near his heart.

They relaxed for an hour in complete silence and then whispered about mundane things into the dawn. Neither one of them could fall asleep. When the pale light of the new morning touched their skin, Erik was sheathed and deep inside of Kris once more, their lovemaking slow and full of loving words. It started with a languid missionary with plenty of hands-held fucking and ended with them coming together as she rode him like she was Paul Revere being chased by the British. He was grateful that her own stamina had improved to handle him.

Making plans to go out for breakfast, Erik felt cocky and in control of a new life that he saw for himself with Kris. He stroked her back muscles as she stretched out next to him like some lazy cat sunbathing.

"So…" he said nuzzling her neck.

"So, what?" she answered.

"Should we tell our grandmothers to stop plotting?"

He touched the dimple in her chin, and she ran her hand along his arm.

"Plotting? What do you mean?"

"I mean… we got together, and it's perfect."

She sat up suddenly.

"Erik…"

"We can start going out. Openly."

"I want to see you… and yeah, the sex was great, but I don't want to be in a serious relationship."

"Then we date. Take it slow. I can do that."

"I don't want to be exclusive. I want to see other people too."

He swallowed hard. Raised up on his right arm.

"I don't want to see anyone else," he said.

She heard the neediness in his voice. He couldn't hide it.

"Then don't."

"I don't want you to see anyone else either. Not if we're dating."

"It's too soon for me to be with one person again. The old me wants to hold on to this, but the new me knows that's not a good idea given my history."

"The new you?"

She pulled the top sheet of the bed over her breasts.

"I shouldn't have done this," she whispered.

"Nah, you should've… we needed to hook up. I get why you don't want to rush into a new relationship and I don't want to pressure you, but you know how I feel. You saw how I feel. About you. I want a real relationship. You need to know that. I promise it's not pressure. Just transparency. "

"I hear you."

"You want to date around. Okay. Is it for new sexual experiences? Looking to see what else is out there compared to me?"

Her eyes squinted at him.

"I'm just asking questions," he said.

"I need time for me. That's all."

"So this is it? No more hooking up?"

She threw her arms around his neck.

"We can definitely get together again. I'm not stupid," she joked.

He smiled for her, but his insides were in turmoil. He put the whammy on her and she didn't want to lock him down? Another first.

"I don't get how you were so worried about me changing up on you after we had sex."

"It was really for this very situation. Maybe I should've talked to you more about what I wanted before we jumped in my bed. You're not upset are you?"

"Disappointed."

"Thank you for being honest about that."

Erik hugged her and they snuggled together for a time as the sun moved higher in the sky bringing more light and heat.

"I still don't want anyone to know that we get together like this," she hummed in his ear.

They kissed again. It grew more passionate. He reached for the last condom he had on him and the discontent he carried in his stomach overshadowed the sex. Fucking her doggy style, aggression came out of him as he thought of other niggas taking her like that and making her cum. He gave her that gift when her sorry ex failed her. To think she would share that intimate joy with other men… share those beautiful breasts… her perky ass… those adorable feet…

His right hand went around the back of her neck as she sucked on her sheets screaming his name as he plowed into her.

"Look at me!" he shouted.

Wet eyes greeted him. A pouting bottom lip housed between her teeth allowed desperate whimpers to escape her throat. Her ass wiggled as he stretched her to oblivion.

"Nobody is going to fuck you like me!"

The throaty words he barked at her made him feel weak. She would find that out soon enough once she hit those Mariscal streets looking for new dick. Niggas out there were lazy fucks who counted on desperate women to settle for less than what they gave. He knew this from all the countless whoa-is-me stories he heard from women at the bar. Why this girl wanted to subject herself to mediocre peen was beyond him. There he was, hunched over her back serving her firm, righteous dick, bringing tears to her eyes, making her pussy gush like a waterfall, and pulling orgasms out of her like gold from a deep mine… she wanted to go out there and degrade herself?

So be it.

He would bide his time once more. Watch her come crawling to him every time she needed a good fix.

"Get up," he demanded pulling out of her hot slit.

Kris turned and faced him while he pulled off the condom. He jerked off in front of her, anger forcing powerful strokes as he made sure she saw every inch of his pipe.

"Hold those big titties up so I can nut all over you."

"Like this?" she cooed.

She lifted those lush mounds and pressed them together. Erik groaned like he was in agonizing pain. He grabbed her hair, and yanked her head back, splashing cum all over her face and breasts in a brutal display of dominance. He drenched her body and soaked a bit of the sheet as his semen fell from her areolas.

Yeah, her goofy ass would go out there and play stupid games with simps. When she came home with stupid prizes filled with disappointment, he would be ready for her.

She was his woman now. She needed to find that out on her own.