Noble crashed into her, generating sensations that she knew she’d never experience with any other man.
“Yes, like that.”
Irish gripped his back as their skin collided, creating a nasty melody of lovemaking.
“You gon’ give me that nut, Pumpkin ‘cause I need that.”
Irish didn’t think she could be any more inebriated by Noble. However, each time he plunged into her wetness, she felt drunker.
“Give it to me now,” he ordered.
The first flex of her walls made her jaw slack, the second caused her eyes to squeeze shut as pleasure rippled through her body. Every nerve had been marked by Noble. The tingles and contractions of her flesh felt like a drug being pushed into her veins. She needed this feeling. Wanted it so badly that Irish wouldn’t feel any shame if she begged for it.
“Papaaaa,” she groaned before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.
“I love when you listen, Pumpkin.” He kissed her lips.
Sitting up, Noble flipped Irish over and pounded her from the back. It felt so good to feel his dick bullying her pussy. Noble had that good dick that made her want to go cook a full Thanksgiving meal. The kind that would have her outside of his building, waiting for him to come home. It was lethal. It was dangerous and Irish suddenly needed it.
Abruptly, Noble withdrew from her pussy. “Come catch this nut, Pumpkin.”
In a swift motion, Irish turned around and wrapped her lips around his dick. She sucked profusely until she tasted the fruits of their lovemaking. After she was done, she looked up at Noble who smiled at her.
“I wanna split that pussy some more. Come ride me, baby.”
Ten
Being in the home that Cali and Rio shared was almost unbearable for her. Her gut felt like it was hollow as she passed the threshold inside their home. Somehow, the scent of Rio lingered in the air, provoking so many sad thoughts that Cali’s eyes welled with tears. Upon Ruthia’s insistence, Cali went home so she could shower and grab more clothes. Throwing her purse on the couch, she dropped to the floor, running her fingers through her unkempt pixie cut. She looked a mess and felt even more in shambles internally.
“God, I know I deserve all of this and more, but can you lift the burden a bit?”
Cali couldn’t take this much responsibility. The load slipped from her grasp. Knowing she had been a horrible spouse to Rio made each day waking up harder than before. Slowly but surely, he had been progressing but not as much as she would’ve liked. Cali needed him awake so she could confess her sins and vow to be a better woman. Yet, with each day that passed with Rio hooked on the life support machine, Cali was unfortunately losing hope.
There was no amount of hugs, reassurance and prayers that would remedy the regret that had consumed her. It sat in her limbs, making her muscles ache. Cali felt sick for most of theday. Nausea was a constant companion, and her headaches came like clockwork each night. Stress had signed a lease and taken up residence inside Cali’s body. Every part of her mind, body, and heart was ill, and she just wanted it to cease.
After sulking for almost an hour, a sudden knock at the door jolted her body.
“Who the hell is this?” she fussed, getting up from the floor.
Snatching the door open, Cali wore a bewildered expression, annoyed that her moping session had been interrupted.
“Hello, I’m looking for Calia Campbell.”
Her face softened when she spotted the delivery driver carrying a bouquet of flowers.
“That’s me.” She sniffled, wiping the evidence from her crying spell.
“Here you are. Have a great day.”
Cali grabbed the bouquet and went to the kitchen. She studied the peonies wishing she could appreciate their beauty. Sadly, her life was so bleak that Cali couldn’t find the glamour in anything these days. Grabbing the card, she pulled it out the envelope and covered her mouth with her hand.
Cali,
I looked up what peonies meant, and it said it represents a happy marriage. We not there yet but I’m hoping we get there…
Love, Rio
Cali wept for a while, reading the card over and over and over. He must’ve had a standing order for them to come while he was in a coma. Rio often sent her flowers, expressing whathis mouth couldn’t. He didn’t know how to express his feelings clearly, so he chose to do it with flowers. Each time, there would be a note, confessing how he felt about her. Before, Cali didn’t think much of them but now, this gesture was so beautiful and painful.
