Page 58 of Good As Hell

“Yess, kill it, kill it.” Panting my own filthy little encouragement, I urge my husband to fuck me dirty.

“I got you.”

Screaming with frustration when he pulls out, I look at him, wild with fury.

“Shut your lil’ ass up, and turn around so I can beat that pussy up,” he shoves me away and around, putting my leg on the edge of the bath, leaving me open and vulnerable to his desire.

‘Ohmyfuckingga—” I damn near scream when he rams his dick inside in a smooth glide. Eyes rolling, my words cut off when his hand manacles my neck as he fucks me like he’s demanding penance for all my for indiscretions. A penance I willingly give. Pinned down at this angle, I have to take everything he gives and I relish in giving his demands.

“I am yours. You are mine. You never have to worry about me, songbird.” Pressing deep, he dips. The roughness of his jaw brushing against my neck making me shiver. My pussy clenches, slicking his dick with essence. This motherfucker feels divine.

“Hassan,” I pant.

“What you need, lil’mama?” Shifting, he fucks me in hard deep strokes, makes me take him, all of him. “I think, I know. You need this motherfucker right here, huh, sparrow?”Withdrawing, he plunges back so hard I bite my lip. “Then take it then. Take it like a wife should.”

He pounds my pussy with relentlessly. Making my toes curl with every stroke.

The hand on my throat tightens. “Come on me, Lyric. I want to feel the way you let me ruin you before I give you my baby,” he growls. Hips thrusting, he fucks and fucks and fucks, not letting me resist the surge of his hips.

I’m trapped in his gaze as my pussy spasms at his command. My essence making my destruction simple work as he slams home again, again. The only tell that he’s breaking right along with me is the way his jaw hardens as he floods my pussy.

“That’s it.” Shuddering, he leans in, sumptuous lips taking mine in a lazy drag.

He holds me there for long minute.

“We good?” He grumbles after a while. I nod.

“Nah, I don’t think so.” Pulling free he scoops me free,taking me to our bed.

Chapter Twenty

CALAMITY

LYRIC ~ A COUPLE MONTHS LATER

“It’s a full house.” Fifi squeals as we look out at the masses assembled in at the Hassan II, soccer stadium, but that’s not what they call it. “Here it’s football,” Hassan cooly informed me when he suggested that I do a benefit concert for the earthquake victims. The naming of the stadium in his honor had been a gift from his father on his return to take his place as heir to the throne.

I hate to say it, I really do. I was more than a little jealous when I found out Khadijah had a gala for the victims of the earthquake.

“You were recovering from the attack.” Hassan told me early the next morning as we breakfasted in bed after he made love to me all night, repeatedly driving the point home he was only focused on me and our family.

He then suggested that I do what I do best and have a concert for the people. I thought was a wonderful idea. We could’ve done it sooner, but I wanted to platform Moroccan artists. I still smile, thinking of the day the calls went out. Each of them wasdelighted to be showcased on the worldwide telecast. Humbled to be included in helping their fellow countrymen.

Hassan made it so that it could be telecast worldwide with Black Rock handling the concert to settle the lawsuit that I didn’t even know he knew about. Terrence it turned out only wanted to hear from me. He’d taken an enormous loss in the canceling of my tour. Hassan took care of everything with the help of FADE while I was sick financially, then when I recovered, he gave Black Rock the exclusive rights to the concert.

Looking out among to the crowd, I have to say they did a magnificent job. The venue looks like stars are falling all around with the stage set up like an imperial palace. The stadium is filled to capacity. Everyone who’s here has donated at least a minimum bid of one- hundred-fifty dollars to the earthquake survivors’s benefit fund set up by the Hassan with Black Rock receiving ten percent — half of what they normally commission after Hassan’s marathon negotiations with Terrance. Rumors spread this is my final concert and the bids skyrocketed. We exceed our goal raising over ten million for the event. I insisted on my original tour crew so they could be compensated for me having to cancel yet another tour. Hassan had already made them whole financially when he took me off the plane, so except for a couple who’d already taken new gigs everyone has happy to come help me with this concert.

I’ve still have not said anything publicly about my plans to retire, but I think tonight would be appropriate since I will have the eyes of the world watching me.

“We start with Sassafras,” Fifi needlessly reminds me. I’ve started every concert with that song since I began singing. Justice wrote it for me when we were sixteen. It went viral on YouTube. People fell in love with that song and our story. It started my career. I’d sing it at county fairs. Then I sang it opening for FADE and Ghad. Now it gets millions of plays onmusic apps and that money goes to his parents. It’s the least I could do for all their son gave me.

“Following with Baddie, your top singles, then ending with My Love, Hibibi” she says so low so no one can overhear the song I’ve been working on and will sing with only my piano and my guitarist.

Her eyes are a swimming when I look at her and it takes everything for me not to burst out crying. I hug my bestie. Fi knows, I love my husband probably knew before I did. Way before I even acknowledged it. Maybe it’s because I feel like I have so much to lose or felt that way until my life was almost taken. I don’t have time to be fucking around letting my pride dictate my actions. I need to take life with both hands just like my dad said in his letter all those years ago to my mom.

I won’t let another day pass without letting him know how I feel. I know he was close to letting us be more before he thought I was trying to leave him. I won’t ever betray Fi and I won’t confess to a lie but can tell him this truth. I love him with my whole heart.

Looking up to the press box where I know he’s looking on with Ayaan, I smile. This concert is the highlight of my career. My son and husband being able to so see my last public performance is the culmination of my career.

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