Page 129 of Deuce

I didn’t answer.

I couldn’t answer. His fingers were buried so deep in me and stimulating my G-spot, that all I could do was gasp for air. He lifted me in the air and wrapped my naked legs around his waist. I wasn’t sure when he pulled his dick out, but the next thing I felt was his stiffness breaching my walls.

“Is. She. Mine.”

He bounced me on his dick with every word. My nails dug into his back as I clung to him.

“Yes! Yes, she’s yours! Fuck!”

It didn’t even take five strokes before my body expelled her juices. He chuckled as I collapsed against him. Pressing a kiss to my temple, he lifted me off of him and placed me back on my feet.

“What did I say? Ain’t no breaking up.”

That was two weeks ago. That day and every day since, I started my morning before class with him eating my pussy or fucking me into submission, then feeding me breakfast. When I took a break for lunch between classes, he was waiting outside the building to escort me. I didn’t even ask how he got my schedule because I was sure he had his sister pull it up.

The man cut my hours at work, so I could have time to study, but still cut me an additional check for what I would have earned if I hadn’t just been working weekends. I gave up on telling him it was over because my stupid ass loved him and the way he took care of me. He didn’t want anything in return but my love and loyalty.

I still wasn’t feeling like myself, but I was pushing through. I was tired even though I slept for hours on end. I had constant headaches, and I was still having nightmares here and there. There were moments when I couldn’t keep shit down and all I wanted to do was be in my bed.

I hated to admit that I needed anybody, but I did need Deuce. He was right there to take care of me in those moments. He’d clean me up and let me lay up with him until I finally fell asleep. Twice, I owed than man my life. He took care of my needs and wants, in addition to shit I didn’t even know I wanted or needed. How could I ever get rid of him?

Today was the same old routine. When my eleven-thirty class let out at one, I gathered my things to meet Deuce for lunch.

“Hey, Salima.”

I looked up to see, Mario, the guy who usually sat a few seats down from me every day.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“You got a second to talk?”

“Um… sure. You can walk me out.”

I reached for my bag, but he scooped it up. “I got that.”

“Oh, that’s not necessary?—”

“It’s no problem.”

He smiled as he motioned for me to follow. I sighed. This wasn’t going to end well. We made it out of the classroom and headed for the double doors that led outside.

“What did you wanna talk about?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to study sometime.”

“Oh… well, I kind of already have a study partner.”

“Oh? Who? Maybe I could join you two?”

“You wouldn’t know them.”

“Try me.”

Just as we made it through the double doors, my eyes landed on Deuce, leaning up against his Hellcat talking on the phone. When he saw me walking with Mario, he frowned. Immediately, he hung up with whoever he was talking to and made his way toward us.

“My boyfriend,” I answered.

Mario’s eyes widened. “Oh, you have a boyfriend?”

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