She speaks to him in a husky, raspy tone that almost scares him. “Marcus Jackson, fuck me harder, you son of a bitch! Fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone in your life, dammit!”
Marcus digs deep and kicks into high gear. The tile flooring is beginning to scrape his knees, but still he pounds away like a madman set free of his shackles. Veronica continues to scream at him, her voice growing louder with each hard thrust. Marcus can see by the sweat forming on her forehead that the pelvic squeezing is beginning to take its toll on her, yet she persists to scream and clutch, gasp and pant. His heart is pounding inside his chest so hard that it’s beginning to ache. His lower abdominal muscles are on fire; his triceps are screaming in burning pain, but he refuses to stop. He’s going all the way with this one, until he either explodes or drops dead. He’s determined to tear a hole through this pussy, even if his heart decides to burst through his chest. Sweat drips into his eyes, stinging—still, he thrusts away. His balls spank back and forth against her ass and his own, until they eventually go numb.
“Oh my God, Marcus! Oohh, shit…my God in heaven! Ohh, I’m gonna cum again…oh you fucking Marcus, you…oohh…ohhh…oh. God, I’m…”
Marcus, feeling his own joy juice about ready to flow, roars into a full-blown jungle holler.
“Oh, fuck me! I’m gonna—”
Veronica shudders and reflexively digs her nails into his back, drawing blood. At the same time, she pulls herself into a locked position and bites down on his right shoulder as she explodes in orgasm, sending a hot flush of wet juice flowing from her pussy. Marcus lets loose a violent spray that flickers back and forth between pain and pleasure. His body also locks up and simply shuts down, freezing them both in a weird sort of silent, petrified embrace.
Marcus feels warm, wet juice flow down his scrotum and between his legs as Veronica continues to let loose what she would later describe as the single most pleasurable pee she would ever experience. The wave between the forbidden lovers continues until they slowly relax and embrace each other, breathe together, holding on to each other as if life depends on the strength of the hug. Veronica’s lips let go of Marcus’s shoulder. She slowly collapses to the sweaty floor as she gasps for air. Marcus’s arms give way and he simply falls on top of her, breathing heavily into her right ear. His stomach is performing topsy-turvy flips and his head aches.
“How’d we do, boss lady?” he whispers.
“We were wonderful, Papi,” she whispers.
“Good. If you don’t mind, I think I’m gonna go ahead and faint now.”
“Sleep, hon. My God, you definitely earned a rest and a raise,” she whispers.
As his breathing slows to a steady pace, Veronica gently kisses his right ear, then stares up at the patterned ceiling of her kitchen. A smile draws across her face as she strokes the back of her unconscious lover’s neck with one hand and caresses his shoulder blade with the other.
“Sleep, love. Dream of a different time and place, where we wouldn’t have to hide,” she whispers.
Veronica Torres watches the patterned ceiling slowly begin to gray out as she drifts toward sleep. Just before passing out, she realizes that, outside, the rain has stopped.
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I had just rolled over to get deeper into Denzel’s arms when the sound of a ringing phone snatched me right out of them.
“Shit,” I mumbled as my heart galloped a thousand beats a minute. “A sista can’t even get fucked in a dream.”
I felt around for my saline container so I could rinse my contacts and see. There might have been a few streaks of light in the sky but I was squinting with dry eyes and wasn’t sure. I squirted a few drops in each eye and everything in the room sprang to attention as my vision was restored. Just what I thought. It was barely light out. Who would be calling me before the crack of dawn? I sat up to look for the phone and it took a minute to remember that it was in the living room. Back when I’d first talked to the current owners about buying this house, it was cool that there were no phones in the bedrooms. I didn’t plan to make any calls from here, and after the deal was done, I only expected to get calls from family, who I hoped would call only when I was awake and out of bed, unless it was an emergency. My secretary Karma had the number and instructions to call me only if she heard my momma and/or sister died and she wanted to make sure I had the news.
I scrambled barefoot into the living room, glad the tile floors were warm and worried that this was an emergency call.
“Hello?” I gurgled.
“Dee, what you doing, girl?” a voice chirped, too happy for this time of morning.
I cleared my throat. “Who is this?”
“It’s me. Ticey.”
“Ticey?” I echoed.
“Ticey, your sis-ter!” Ticey sucked
her teeth.
“Ticey, you done lost your mind. Girl, it’s still dark here,” I lied.
“Dee, you a damned liar.” Ticey laughed. “I checked the time on the Internet before I called you. What? You got some man in your bed and I got you up in the middle of something nasty? Tell the truth, Dee!” Ticey cackled. “What color is his dick, girl? Is it big? Is he circumcised?”
“Ticey, what do you want so early in the morning?” I asked, about to get an attitude. “I had too many damned margaritas last night, the sun is still sleeping, and no, I ain’t got no man in my bed. I’m here to buy this house, remember? I ain’t got time for nothing else.”