FINAL SNEAK PEEK - WHATEVER IT TAKES

Hey, beauty. Tomorrow, Monica Walters returns with Whatever it Takes. Here’s a sneak peek!

I quickly filled her to the hilt, hitting that pussy with power. She screamed out as I plowed into her repeatedly. “So, you gon’ apologize or what?”

“Apologize… shit! Apologize for what…? Fuck!”

“For thinking that you would ignore me and get away with it. I need an apology for you treating me like a random, ordinary nigga. That ain’t who I am, and you know that shit. Don’t let this accounting job fool you, Mesh.”

She didn’t respond to what I said, only to what I was doing to her. Her pants and screams were bouncing off the walls, threatening to end our session prematurely. Pulling out of her, I grabbed her arm and brought her to her bar stool. After sitting her on it, I pulled her tights all the way off and lifted her legs high. Her eyes widened somewhat as I filled her once again. I didn’t know why she thought I was playing with her. When I got through with her, she was gon’ wanna go straight to sleep.

She slumped some and I commenced to fucking her box like it would be my last time while the tears fell from her eyes. That caused me to slow down some. I’d never really seen Mesh cry. She shed a couple of tears before she left, but nothing like the tears that were raining down her cheeks now. Releasing her legs and allowing my now flaccid dick to slide out of her, I pulled her up by her arms. Standing between her legs, I cupped her cheeks with my hands, gently wiping her tears with my thumbs.

I stared at her face as she closed her eyes, then wrapped her arms around my neck. I closed my eyes as well. She was ruling the way that I moved and didn’t even know that shit, but I wanted to show her how deep love could be, just like Sade sang about in “Cherish the Day.” I didn’t know any other way to show her but to be forceful. If I wasn’t, she would try to run shit, as usual. Then I would be sitting at home struggling to breathe without her. “Mesh, look at me.”

She slowly released her grip on me and sat up straight on the stool, staring into my eyes. “What’s the matter?”

“I… I don’t wanna…”

She broke down and that killed me inside. I pulled my drawers and sweats up, then scooped her up from the stool, cradling her in my arms and walked to her couch. As I sat, she rested her head on my shoulder. I kissed her forehead and gently rubbed her back, holding her close. My mind was everywhere, not knowing what was going on with her. Finally, she sat up and stared into my eyes. “I don’t wanna lose you, Chance.”

“Then don’t. I refuse to let you leave me, girl.”

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