“You ain’t gotta tell them shit. The only thing they need to know is that fucking wedding is off. I can’t let you get away from me, baby. What we had, what we are to each other, has to hold some weight here.
“Before you left me that last day, I begged you to be single by the time I got out. I even wrote you letters, letting you know thatI was coming for you when I got out. So don’t act oblivious like you didn’t know how serious I was.”
“I—”
I slammed my lips into hers and slid my tongue into her mouth to stop whatever she was about to rant about.
I didn’t want to hear any of that shit.
She resisted me for all of two seconds before I felt her tongue inside my mouth. Just feeling the familiarity of her kiss filled my heart with so much passion that I ripped the dress she was wearing from her body. A soft whine released from her mouth as I lifted her, and her legs wrapped around my waist tightly. I could feel the longing in her kiss and the heat rising in her body and between her legs.
My shorty missed me.
Now I had hope that she would call off that bullshit wedding and run away with me.
I needed her.
She was the missing piece to my puzzle, and just by how our bodies infused together, I’d say I was right. Our clothes and underwear disappeared as I lay her in the center of the mattress. I hadn’t had pussy in fifteen years, so I knew once I entered her, I was only going to last a minute. I didn’t care, though, because I planned to do her ass all night.
I trailed kisses down the length of her neck to her pretty, round breasts that still held their youth, and alternated sucking them both.
“Oh, God, Zion!” she yelled, her hands caressing the sides of my face.
“Let daddy come home, shorty. I need you, baby.”
“Zion, baby . . . please,” she begged, hips wounding underneath me. I continued my stroll down her body until I reached her pussy and dove headfirst inside her oasis. The tasteof her had me gripping her thighs and sucking her pussy as if I’d die of starvation.
I could feel her body rotating.
Her soft moans became louder.
Her dainty palms gripped her breasts before she gripped the hair that had grown out on my head and thrust her hips forward.
“Shit, Zion! Fuck!”
“Mmmm.” I moaned, feeling her clit pulsate against my tongue before the tsunami she produced poured into my mouth.
It was just as sweet as I remembered.
I gave her pussy slow kisses as her body jerked, and she pushed my head back. I slowly lifted, hovering over her, seeing the tears running down her face and falling into her ears. I kissed them away, then drove my tongue in her mouth.
“Come home with me,” I said, pulling back. I didn’t know whose house we were in, and I didn’t care. Part of me, the petty part, hoped this was the house they shared together because I felt like getting real disrespectful.
She reached up and touched my face. “I love you, Zion. Always will. But I can’t.”
“You can. You promised me. I don’t want to do life without you, Dinny. I went fifteen years without you. I need that time back.”
Her thumb traced my bottom lip, and she placed a loving kiss on it. “Make love to me.” The command was soft but filled with need. Without a second thought, I slid inside of her, praying that I could change her mind come morning.