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Penny bends her head and moans, its sweet and breathy.

“Nah, Treasure, look at me when I fuck you.” I squeeze her ass tighter. “Don’t break this connection.”

Penny lifts her head, mouth parted, breath hitching. “Oh, fuck, Tarek.”

The counter rumbles from our thrusting. I growl “Give it to me Treasure.”

Her nails dig into my shoulder. “Oh, God, just like that, please.”

I pound into her now, no holding back. “You stroke my cock so fucking good with that tight, warm pussy.”

I feel her clenching around me; she wants to come.

“Tarek please.” Penny lifts her hip, riding me back, meeting every thrust.

“Just like that Treasure don’t stop.”

Her hand cups my face. “Tarek, please.”

This woman, she is the one. The one I want a child with. Why? Because…

“Hmm, I’m…” she gasps, the rest is lost in a scream.

“Come on my cock, Treasure. I want it all.”

She clutches my face and opens her mouth to a wordless scream.

I keep pounding into her. “I’m going to come inside you.”

“Tarek.”

“Mess my cock up. Drown me in it.”

She nods panting. “I’m coming. Come with me.”

My back arches. I lift her into my arms and begin to thrust into her hard. “Fuck, I’m coming.”

We both fall over the edge, coming together, my hips spasm. Penny wraps around me like she never wants to let go.

I hold her close, pressed against my chest, and whisper against her locs “I love you.”

ChapterThirteen

Ilyana

The back of my husband’s head has become my constant companion. When he sleeps in bed, all I see is the back of his head or when he walks down our driveway leaving his family behind. When he ruts on top of me, he bends his head into my neck. With each painful thrust I know that it’s not me that he is thinking of. His mind is somewhere else with someone else.

Even when I call his name to fake a moan, he shuts his eyes away from me, it’s like he’s locking me out and pushing me away. I am trying my best to make him happy, to keep him satisfied. I thought that he would love me after I gave birth to his son. That’s what my mama told me to do. To have a child and he will see your worth. I can still see Mama rocking on the swing on the patio smoking her cigarillo.

“We are Cavendish, women. Our hands are small, but our spirit is strong.”

When I cried to her, and told her that Dereck is losing interest in me, she said, “Men don’t matter, sugar. How they make money does. That’s all we need from them. Love is a luxury you can’t afford.”

Money has never been important to me. In fact, I hate money, all it does is corrupt the hearts of men. “I just want him to love me.” I want his attention, his devotion, his love.

Mama blew smoke in my face and said, “Have a child. Let that man see your worth.”

So I did. I had a child. A beautiful son with dark hair and silvery eyes, a perfect blend of both of us. Yet like me, my son craves his attention and the little that he receives he gobbles it up. I fooled myself into thinking that in time, that Dereck would grow to love me. The way I love him, with all his imperfections, with all his quirks. I love him.

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