Page 37 of Sour Brew Face

“Langston, son, I can’t tell you how much it means to me to be here for this milestone in your life. To see the man you have become, is a gift I will cherish all my life.” He hugs me roughly, patting my back. He steps back and turns to Mo, cupping her cheeks and kissing her forehead. “I love my boys with everything I’ve got, Mo. And I couldn’t have picked anyone better than you and Kylie to walk through life beside them. You are no less my daughter than they are my son, regardless of my blood running through their veins. You and Kylie are the daughters of my heart.”

Mo collapses against his chest, sobbing quietly as he holds her tight. V comes up to me, my arm going around her shoulder as we watch them fall apart together and hold each other up.

“Damn you, Rob! It’s too much.” Kylie sobs, ugly crying in Emerson’s arms. “You can’t say shit like that when I’m pregnant. It’s too much.”

Mo 33.

We stumble through the door of my house. Our hands everywhere, our teeth and lips and tongues following in their wake. I’ve been dying slowly over the last month and a half without him. He’s been by my side, sure, sleeping in my bed, taking me on dates, wooing me…each time his tongue touched my clit, his fingers massaged the walls of my pussy, when his cock would stretch my lips…those were the moments that sustained me.

But I’m a greedy bitch, I want it all. I want all of him and I’m tired of waiting. We’re engaged. Fuck. We. Are. Engaged. I’m getting married. To my best friend and the man of my dreams. He isn’t perfect, he is flawed, as we all are, but he strives everyday to be a better man than he was the day before and because of that he is perfect for me.

After checking the front door is locked, we strip as we make our way through my living room, down the hall, and into my bedroom, where we fall gloriously naked to the made bed.

“You said yes.” He murmurs against the sensitive skin of my breast. His tongue darting out to lick my nipple. “We’re getting married.” Another lick. “You’re going to be my wife.” His lips close around the turgid peak, and he sucks hard. My back bows off the mattress, urging him to take me deeper.

Rough hands slide down my sides and around to cup my ass, bringing my pelvis up to meet his. He rocks his hips, sliding through my wet slit, rubbing delicious friction against my clit.

“I love you, Mo, I love you so fucking much.” He releases my nipple, repeating the same torture to the other, before trailing his lips and tongue down my stomach, spreading my thighs wide with his shoulders.

“No, I want you inside me, Lang, please, don’t make me wait.”

He chuckles, the vibrations tickling my flesh. “First is my tongue.” He says before spearing me with said tongue and bringing me to a quick climax with his fingers on my clit.

“Second is my hand.” Langston drives two fingers in deep, curling them up to rub my g-spot, this time his tongue and lips torturing my swollen clit. I’m embarrassed to say, it doesn’t take me long to cum again with his fingers pumping in and out, my juices soaking the comforter beneath me.

“Now its my cock.” He gets on his knees between my legs and thrusts to the hilt, his cock butting my cervix as he bottoms out. I’ve barely recovered from the last orgasm as his punishing pace brings me quickly to a third.

“Lang, I can’t, you have to—”

“No.” he snarls, a glint of determination darkening his eyes as he focuses on where our bodies are joined. “More.” On his next retreat, he drops his mouth to my cunt and licks up my release, his hands pawing at my tits, tweaking my nipples. I drop off the cliff and claw my nails across his shoulders as I cum again.

“Langston, please, cum with me, I want—”

He rears up, grabbing my hips roughly and impaling me as he tips his hips forward. I’m swollen and tender and I just want to feel his seed inside me. To carry him with me all night.

“You said yes.” He thrusts again and again. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness.” He pinches my nipples. “I haven’t repented enough.” He places his thumb on my clit and rubs in small tight circles. Pleasure shoots through my veins and I’m finding it hard to concentrate let alone speak coherently, but what he said is so wrong.

“Langston.” He keeps pounding away and God, it feels so good, but I need him to listen to me. “LANGSTON!” He stops immediately, blinking his eyes rapidly and I know the moment his mind is clear again. I push his shoulders and rock my body to flip us over. He goes willingly, his hands running reverently along my body, my thighs, my torso, my breasts.

“Baby.” I croon, resting my forearms on his chest and cupping his face. My lower body undulating slowly, keeping us in the moment. Every drag of his cock through my channel, the base of his cock adding pressure to my clit… “You have atoned. You have proved to me every day and twice on Sundays that the man who said those spiteful words to me does not exist anymore. That he was an aberration. I know you love me; I feel it in every touch, every kiss, I hear it in every word you speak to me. Cum with me, reunite our souls and all will be absolved, Langston. Just cum with me.”

He closes his eyes as I speak, his face a picture of agony. I caress his cheeks with my thumbs and lean down farther to kiss his lips softly. His breath hitches right before his arms wrap around my body and hold me tight to him. He plants his feet firmly on the mattress and then starts fucking me, savagely, raw, and with so much love and devotion my heart fully stiches back together and I know our new life has just begun.

Langston 34.

I’m not sure how long we’ve been asleep, but we both bolt upright as the house shakes and the sound of glass shattering and wood splintering deafens us momentarily. In seconds, we are up and pulling on whatever clothes we can find, running out of the bedroom. I step on a piece of broken glass and put my arm out to stop Mo.

“Get shoes and call 911.” She nods and returns to the bedroom. I hear her voice on the phone, and then she’s returning with shoes on and a pair for me. I slide them on then carefully step through the hall to find a car in her living room.

A car I’m very familiar with. My mother opens the car door, shaking debris from her hair and clothing, stepping out into the wreckage. I stare at her with my mouth open, unable to believe what I’m seeing. How…why…what the fuck?

“How dare you cut me out! I am your mother! A restraining order? Langston Mayes, I raised you, I brought you into this world, I deserve more than to be cast aside for the father and brother who abandoned you and the shiny new life they are offering. And I deserve more than to watch you get engaged to a woman I detest! She’s a whore, Langston, how can you not see that? I raised you better than this!”

Watch me get engaged? Has she been following me? And she thought the answer to all of this was driving her car through the living room of my fiancé?

Sirens sound in the distance and I’m glad the police are on their way. I have no idea how to deal with this. None. This isn’t something you learn in school. There’s no training program that I forgot to sign up for.

“I was looking to redecorate…eventually.” Mo says coming up to my side, completely ignoring the crazy woman ranting and raving by the giant hole in the side of her house. “B-T-Dubs, we are never having sex again.” This gets my mouth working.

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