Page 150 of Don Caselli

My mother smiled. “I cannot make you feel normal again, love. It’s part of the process, but I can help you get back there by taking some of the load off.”

“Thank you.” When Menace thanked my mother, I stumbled back, and she held my arm. “She been drinking.”

“Menace, no the hell I haven’t.” I laughed.

We spent time with our families for a bit before everyone headed out. I held Landon’s hand, as we walked up the stairs. He took us down a hall and then opened the door that hadreturnson the door.

It was a room filled with rows and rows of returned library books. A window with a wide ledge was at the center of the room, with some books and leftover coffee cups from employees.

“Missed you, Pooh.”

I kissed his lips. “I missed you, too.”

He picked me up and sat me on the window ledge. I rubbed his face, admiring the ring he put on my finger. “I’ve never been a wife before.”

“Never been a husband, either.”

“Think we’re going to be good at this whole marriage thing?”

He kissed my neck, as I laced my arms around his. “Think we gonna be perfect… wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to choose you every single day. When I’m angry, unsure, happy, elated, all that shit. I’m always going to choose my wife.”

“Yeah?”

His thumb slid down my chin. “Yeah, baby.”

“I’m going to choose you, too, Don.”

The smirk that graced his face was my favorite. “You wanna be fucked, Pooh?”

“Badly.”

He helped me pull my dress up and slid my thong to the side. I watched as he loosened his belt, and his pants dropped to the floor. His dick was shiny, ready for me and I wanted it so bad. Pulling me toward the end, he lifted me some and slid me right down onto him.

“Fuck, Bleu,” he groaned, feeling me glide down onto him with ease.

I sucked on his lips as he pulled out of me and pushed back inside of me. Don’s hand found my hips and I felt them tighten, as he pulled me down onto him harder with each stroke. His chain slapped against his neck, as I held onto his shoulder, taking all of him.

“Babyy,” I moaned, as my breast slapped against my chest harder with each stroke. Holding onto him, I bit into his shoulder because he was in his zone.

“Fuck this dick back, Bleu… let me feel you,” he demanded, as I did exactly what he wanted, feeling myself becoming hot.

I stared up at him, concentrating and had tears in my eyes. They fell down the more that I fucked him back, squeezing his shoulder. “Baby, I love you so much… I fucking love you, Landon.”

I felt so connected to this man that it made me cry. My chest became tight, my body hot because the feeling was so strong. The way he looked at me, cared about me, and showed up for me since he met me.

How he took his time to show me something that wasn’t normal for him.

Love.

Never once made me second guess his motives because he was so clear on what he expected and wanted from me. Our love was easy like a Sunday morning. No push and pull because we only wanted to be together.

“Love you so much, Pretty.” My ass touched the windowsill again, and he was leaned over me, as he continued to fuck me. “You my baby, right?”

“Yes, baby… always.”

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