Page 60 of See No Evil

He pushed deep and rough inside of her, looking down at her with nothing but nastiness and lust in his eyes. Rocking his hips, he fucked her ruthlessly, his balls slapping against her pussy with each pass.

“Who the fuck did you think you were talkin’ to like that out on the floor, huh?”

“What?” She looked worried when she noted the darkness in his eyes.

“You said you wanted to take a dumbbell and shove it down my throat.”

“I was just playin’…” Her heart beat nearly out of her chest.

“Nah, you weren’t playin’. The only thing being shoved in anything is this nine-inch dick in your wet pussy! UHHH!” He rammed her hard, again and again. His groans were boisterous and demanding, nasty and mean. She clawed at his chest, screamed, and then creamed all over the bench.

“You don’t talk to me like that… ’specially not in front of other people. I had to teach you a big, balls-deep lesson, baby. Now, since you wanted to try and embarrass me in public, I’mfuckin’you in public. If someone comes in here and sees your legs in the air, and you gettin’ dicked down, your walls knocked down, and your back blown out, remember: you and that smart ass mouth of yours brought this on yaself! UHHH!”

She began to shake and tremble, her orgasm exploding within her with no warning. As she came, he lay down on her, crushing her with his weight. Placing one hand against her head, and the other on her waist, he pumped hard and fast, claimingher lips in an urgent kiss. He was soooo deep… fucking her soooo hard… and soooo good…

Her eyes rolled, her toes curled, and she felt delirious with pleasure and gratification.

“Uhhh! I’m about to cum!” He fucked her harder than he ever had before, and then, she saw that look in his eyes… “UHHH!”

Thick cream filled her pussy in hard, fast spurts. When he was finished, his body sweaty once again, he grabbed the base of his dick and slowly slid out of her. She lay there, feeling his big load of jizz running out of her pussy. Her swollen pussy lips pulsed from his beautiful intrusion.

He soon returned with a warm cloth and gently cleaned her up, then helped her to her feet. She put her clothes back on, then waited as he then grabbed some Clorox bleach wipes and cleaned the bench. He gathered both of their gym bags, and they headed out of the building—as though not a damn thing had happened.

Like a true gentleman, he opened his truck door for her, and helped her inside. On the ride to her mother’s house to pick up Kaylee, they listened to ‘Please Me,’ by Cardi B. and Bruno Mars on the radio.

“I’ve got an idea. Instead of you and me going to the movies tomorrow, let’s take Kaylee to Putt-Putt. You know, that new miniature golf spot.”

She smiled at him and nodded in agreement. During the drive, he didn’t say much.I’m so in love with this man, it is sickening…She turned away and looked out the window. A sliver of worry and concern entered her mind.

He’s so good with Kaylee, and she really likes him. One day, I’d like to have another baby, but Legend doesn’t want any children of his own. He made that clear from day one. She felt a bit sad about it, but knew if she wanted to be with him, she’dhave to accept his wishes. She’d let go of one wish, to take hold of another.

He took her hand, and she forced a smile this time, trying to escape her sudden despondency. Bringing her hand to his mouth, he kissed it.

“I love you, baby.” He winked at her.

“I love you too. More than you’ll ever know.”

Chapter Eighteen

If you stayready, you ain’t got to get ready. Church.

Legend flicked his cigarette as he studied his mother, who stood at his front door, looking up at him. Her hair was down, tucked behind her ears, and she wore a long-sleeved white shirt and jeans. She removed her blue reading glasses from her purse, slid them on, and opened an envelope. He was suddenly interested in the bottle of Crown Royale he had sitting on his dining room table.

“You ain’t comin’ in,” he stated as he lit another cigarette with a match, cocking his head to the side to catch the flame just so, block it from the wind. He tossed the matchbook on the mail table he had near the front door, hearing his dogs playing and barking in the back.

“That’s fine. I wanna read you this letter, Legend.” She cleared her throat.

“What is it? Another bill you want me to pay?” He laughed. “Go ask your man of the month for the money.”

“Dear Legend, I—”

He laughed mirthlessly. “Why ain’t you just mail it? Like a normal person?”

She continued, ignoring him. “I have—”

“That’s the fuckin’ narcissist in you. I just learned what that was, too. Me and Caspian was on the phone last night, and hehipped me to it. You like to boohoo, cry ’nd shit. It’s just acting. A performance. You know I fuckin’ hate it when people cry, ’specially you, because you use them tears to manipulate folks. Tears don’t do shit but get folks wet ’nd sleepy. I ain’t got time for tears no mo’e, Mama. Get up off my doorstep. I gotta get ready to go to work and get this money.”

“Please let me finish! I’ll be gone after this!” Her voice rattled with the strength of her yelling.

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