The Squad

I won’t tell her dad that I’m somewhat excited about that shit though tentatively cautious because he looks like he’s about to blow a gasket.

“How old is she again?”

“She’s eight going on ninety. I’ll apologize now for whatever the hell it is that she did.”

“No, no apologies needed; I find her…fascinating.”

“Yeah? What fascinating thing did she do?”

“She asked me if I was running for office, and when I said yes, she quoted me a song. It’s the most peculiar damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

“What song?”

“Here, take a look. She printed it out, and I’ve been ordered to carry it with me from now on as a reminder.”

He passed a sheet of paper to Lyon, who read the words before giving it to me with a laugh. I read the words, not quite catching on until the chorus. “What does she know about Bob Marley?” I asked Lyon in amazement.

“Fuck if I know. I haven’t listened to his shit in years.”

I looked back down at the paper in my hand with something approaching awe. ‘Until the philosophy which holds one race superior and another inferior is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned, there will be war.’

“You mean you guys didn’t put her up to this?”

“Nope!” I didn’t even have to ask Lyon because that’s just not his style.

“What a mind, at such a young age. I wonder what else she’s capable of.”

No, you don’t, senator. Lyon and I shared a look, but we both kept our lips sealed, of course.

Jason

I’m inside her again for what feels like the one-hundredth time. It seems like I haven’t been out of her for more than five minutes in the last day and a half. We’d spent the whole day in bed. I can’t believe they’d let us, but now it was time to get up and get to work, but I had to have her one last time to tide me over.

She never once told me no, never once turned me away. I’d had a fear in the back of my mind that she’d have flashbacks or that something I do would trigger a memory that would set her back, but it never happened. Now I think I’m fucking her as hard and as long as I have been in a bid to erase her past and the ugliness that was done to her even though I know it’s not possible.

I’d spent the last twenty-four hours forming a bond between us that would not be easily forgotten. It’s the first time I’d marked a woman with my seed, and though I can’t for the life of me figure out why or how I know that this was the right way to do it, some primitive part of me knows and has been working overtime to do in one day what it can take a lifetime to achieve.

Each time I turned to her, each moment she spent under me, the bond was being forged stronger. Not only through the sharing of my essence with her and hers with me, but also the words I whispered in her ear each time I had her under me. With each stroke of my cock into her, I was telling her with more than words what she meant to me.

I wondered at times if all men felt this way. If every man who found the woman who would own him had these wild feelings of love and lust coursing through his veins. It felt like my life had been turned on its head like nothing would ever be the same again. Everything I thought I knew before paled in importance, and there was nothing more precious than this one being.

A woman I’ve only known for a mere few days has suddenly become the reason for my being. How do I explain this shit as a thinking man? As someone how prides himself on being relatively intelligent, how do I explain the way I feel? I thought I loved before. My sister, my brother, their children, but that love, as strong and everlasting as it is and will always be, is nothing compared to what she’s brought out in me.

I closed my eyes in ecstatic bliss when I felt her nails dig into the skin of my back over old scrapes. She’d scratched my back raw in the heat of passion, but I don’t mind. I kissed her more torridly when she lifted her hips to meet mine as I pounded my cock into her nice and slow and deep. Even the sound of her wet pussy as it accepted my rod sent shivers down my spine.

I left her lips and licked my way down her chin to her chest, finding her nipple with my teeth as I lifted her ass in my hands, pulling her into my thrusts that grew wilder. She’d told me her pussy was sore less than an hour ago, and I’d sworn I would be a gentleman and leave her alone. But I’m too weak to do that shit obviously, because here I am, once more, riding her like she was made just for this, for me.