Page 102 of Deuce

“Yes, but?—”

“But nothing. I gave you time to think it over while I was fine and I knew you were gonna be on that independent bullshit. While I love that you aren’t with me for my money, you don’t have a say in how I spend that shit. One way or the other, you’re gonna let me take care of you. If I have to have Jaeda hack every part of your life to make that happen, I will.”

“Why are you like this?”

He stepped closer to me and cupped my face. “Because I feel shit with you no other woman makes me feel, Salima. You’re perfect for me, and I don’t even know what the perfect woman looks like. What I do know is I’m not letting up on you, so either we are gonna be together or I’m murking every nigga that finds himself in your face.”

“Stanley!”

“I’m dead ass. You think I’m about to let another nigga fall for your smart-ass mouth or so much as sniff your pussy? You’re mine. Point, blank, and the fucking period.”

I couldn’t help but giggle and his seriousness. The giggles turned to laughter and the laughter soon turn into tears. I wasoverwhelmed with surprise and happiness. No one had ever done something like this for me.

I wasn’t dating heavily before I met him, so there weren’t many men that I could compare him to. All I knew was he wasn’t like any of the guys around my way. Hell, he wasn’t like any man I knew, period.

“Come here,” he said, pulling me into his arms.

I cried to get his chest as he gently rubbed my back in a soothing manner. Who is still there for a moment as he comforted me.

“You wanna see the rest?” he asked after a while.

I sniffled. “Yes.”

He grabbed my hand and led me down the long hallway. The place was fully furnished and tastefully decorated. There was a big laundry room, a second bedroom, and a guest bathroom. When we made it to the master suite, I let out a scream.

It was so beautiful! There was a huge king-sized bed with storage beneath it and a light up headboard. Matching nightstands, a chest, and a dresser filled the space. The bathroom was every woman’s dream with its standalone shower, clawfoot tub, and sink with a built in vanity. The walk-in closet was immaculate and already had several pieces hanging on the racks and shoes lining the shelves.

“How did you do all of this?” I asked, looking at him in complete amazement.

“My mom, Grams, and my sisters put it all together while I was away. Of course, your best friend picked out the furniture, clothes, and shoes. I gave her my card, and she went ham. I just wanted you to have your own space at least for a little while.”

“What’s a little while?”

“A year. At the end of that year, you’re bringing your ass home with me.”

I smirked. “You think we’ll make it to a year, Deucy?”

He snatched me to him and slapped my ass before giving it a firm grip.

“You like when I have to man handle your ass, don’t you? You keep calling me that shit, and I’ma fuck you up.”

I giggled as I slid my hands under his shirt and pulled it off.

“I guess you’re just gonna have to fuck me up then.”

I shoved him down on the bed and commenced to taking off his shoes, pants, and boxers.

“Stroke that dick for me, baby,” I instructed as I slowly came out of my own clothes.

He smirked as he obliged me. Watching his hand slide up and down that beautiful piece made my mouth water and my pussy throb. I didn’t want foreplay though. I wanted him inside me in the worst way. For everything he’d done for me, he deserved the way I was about to fuck him senseless.

I climbed on the bed and straddle him. I balanced myself on my toes as I lined him up with my entrance. As my slick walls engulfed him, he let out a loud moan.

“Fuck! I missed this wet ass shit.”

I chuckled. “She’s wet with gratitude and I’m about to give you the best thank you nut.”

He smirked as he locked his fingers behind his head. “Get to it then.”

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