Page 56 of Pleasuring Professor Pisces
Salem pulled out a white gold, halo ring. There was one large, marquise diamond surrounded by natural pear, round, and marquise diamond accents, with a natural diamond pavé along the band.
He slid the ring on my finger, and it fit perfectly. I was overwhelmed by the emotions of the moment. I was overcome with emotion as I continued to cry the tears that had threatened at various intervals throughout the night. He sat in his chair and pulled me onto his lap.
Salem and I lost ourselves in our kiss as everyone around us continued congratulating and cheering for us.
We arrived home two and a half hours later, after we celebrated with our family, friends, and the others we had invited to share the night with us.
Salem and I barely made it into the house before he had pulled my black sequined dress up around my hips. I tugged at his tie, trying to loosen it as we kissed our way into the living room. We didn’t make it past the chair that had been moved two more times since we moved in.
“You make me happier each day that we’re blessed to have together, Salem,” I whispered against his lips before he hungrily devoured mine.
“You betta appreciate me, girl. Got yourself a good ass man.”
Laughing, I replied, “I do.” He covered my mouth to kiss me again.
When we came up for air, I declared, “I don’t want to remember anything that came before you. I want to forget everything that happened with other men before you, Salem.”
“I’m gon’ make sure you do that shit. No worries, baby. It’s my life’s mission to make you happy, baby, and to make sure you never doubt my love for you again.”
“I never will. You’ve more than proven yourself.”
“Good. So now let me accomplish my other mission.”
“Which is?”
He turned me around, positioned my hands on either side of the chair, and answered, “To tattoo my name on this ass.”
He ripped my panties off, lifted my leg, and propped my knee on the arm of the chair. When he pushed into me, it wasn’t with gentleness or tenderness.
Salem aggressively made room in my body for himself. His hands reached around the front of my body and gripped my breasts tightly in his palms. He pushed them against me and then tugged my nipples.
His teeth sank into my shoulders before he pummeled me from behind.
“Ohhh shit! Yes, Salem. Like this. Just like this. I want to forget anything that didn’t feel like this.”
“Like what, baby?” he asked.
“Your love. Your attention. Your dick!” I screamed as he pounded me intensely and much faster than before.
I rocked forward, until my ass was in the air and my face pressed into the seat of the chair. Salem didn’t let up.
“I can’t breathe,” I cried out.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“It’s yours.”
“Whose ass?”
“Yours.”
“Whose heart?” he asked, reaching around and ripping my dress down the middle and pressing his hand against my chest.
“Yours,” I cried out as my voice grew hoarse.
Salem grabbed my other leg, and he rammed into me with my ass and legs in the air. When he pulled out, he pulled me up to my feet. My ponytail that I had fashioned for the night was now messy, my makeup smeared, and my dress ripped.
He sat on the chair, patted his thighs, and commanded, “Get on this dick.”
