Page 57 of Rich and Rotten

She turned to face me, her eyes misty from wanting to cry. I hated to see her cry, and I wanted to hurt anyone who made her cry. What did you do when you were the person who caused those tears?

I didn’t give either of us a minute to think or plan what to say next. When she didn’t fight to get out of my grasp, I pushed her against the door and kissed her. Our bodies collided; the kid was hard and almost desperate.

As if I had spent every waking moment planning how this kiss would go, I slowed down, and she melted into me like I knew she had wanted to do from the first moment she saw me. Her hands bunched up my shirt, wrinkling it in the process––but fuck that shit. I didn’t care.

She pulled me closer, as if she didn’t want me to slip away again. I held her waist, pulling her closer to me as I prepared to slam the door. Her body pressed again mine felt like everything I had dreamed of since she had been missing from my side. Every curve, every soft whimper she allowed to escape from her lips filled me with enough energy to take on the world.

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After closing the door, everything became a blur until her back hit the wall next to the door. My mouth stayed locked on hers, as if I was sending apologies through every kiss. Telling how sorry I was, and that I would never hurt her again. Promising her forever, because this time, I wanted to give her forever and every day after that.

Her hands found their way around my neck as I remained bent down, our kiss still locked in, as if neither of us wanted to detach from the other. Finally, I broke our kiss and pressed my forehead against hers, both of us panting and wanting the same thing.

“I should have stayed. Should have fought for you…us,” I breathed out.

I could feel her hands trembling at the back of my neck. She was nervous. I softly pecked her lips before resting my head back on her forehead.

“You didn’t,” she whispered back, her voice cracking in the process.

“I know,” I rasped. “But I’m here now, Tata. Put that on my life and our kids. I’m not going anywhere.”

It would have to take the entire Lower East Side to get me to leave her. I wasn’t going anywhere, even if she hated me for it. She stared at me, eyes searching for the truth. She wanted to believe me, but was hesitant because she knew what believing in me had gotten her the last time.

Instead of words, she used both her hands and pulled my face toward hers. Our lips crashed into each other’s, like she was giving me a physical forgiveness. Letting me know what she needed, and to let the other shit go––at least for tonight.

I knew that no matter what happened tonight or the day after––Tatiana was mine again.

Her kisses become hungrier and reckless, knocking the air out of my lungs. I didn’t need to think or hesitate; I knew what she wanted. I grabbed her thigh, lifting her up as if she weighed nothing, while she wrapped her thick thighs around me like she had been waiting for this moment all night.

Her nails clawed at my back, scraping the back of my neck and sending a shiver down my spine. I sucked on her lips as I maneuvered through the suite to her room. Our lips stayed locked together as I kicked the door open. I didn’t give a damn that my shoe might have damaged the door. I also didn’t give a damn about my phone ringing in my pocket. All I gave a fuck about was her.

She released a soft whimper against my mouth as I hiked her up, holding two hands full of ass. Her ass was soft like putty. Smacking it, I sucked on her lips while still holding her up. I never wanted to put her down. A nigga wanted to keep her right there––rested slightly above my dick that was fighting to be released from my pants. It knew who was near and how much we craved the feeling of her sliding down onto us.

Her soft whimpers did something to me. Made me feel like she needed this just as much as I did. I grabbed at her dress, pulling it up so I could slap her ass without the silk in the way. I yearned to hear her say that I was hers––that this dick belonged to her.

“Fuck, Tata,” I breathed against her lips, pressing her against the wall in the room.

The bed was only a few feet away, but I didn’t want to let her go yet.

She ran her fingers through my beard, her eyes glassy, panting with anticipation. Her eyes roamed my face as if she was trying to memorize every feature, like she wasn’t going to see me again.

The tear dared to be defiant and slipped down her cheek. I caught it with my thumb and held it there while gazing into her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice breaking. “I’m so fuckin sorry, baby.”

Neither of us moved to say anything. We were both caught up in a silent conversation, never breaking eye contact. I kissed her again, slower, deeper, like I wanted her to feel how sorry I was.

Taste the sorrow I had felt through the years from walking away.

Her tongue slipped into my mouth as she continued to run her fingers through my beard, holding my face with her small hands. I groaned when her tongue went deeper into my mouth. As our tongues danced, I sucked on hers slowly while she moaned into my mouth, unable to take what she was dishing out.

Moving us from the wall, I went over toward the bed and gently placed her onto the bed, my body reluctant to let her go. She held onto me, staring up into my eyes, wanting to know what would come next.

I could tell that she desperately wanted me to lead her. Tell her where I wanted her. How much I needed and craved her. How I dreamed of the way her pussy felt on my dick. The gushing sound it always made. Tatiana never got wet for me; she flooded for me. Opened the dams and moisturized my dick with her juices.

Removing my shirt, I tossed it to the side of the room. She remained on the bed; lust filled her eyes as she took every part of me. Her hands reached up and slid down my bare chest, tracing the ink that now covered the old tattoos she used to kiss slowly. The heat of her skin caused my body to tremble, making me look like I couldn’t handle her.

I couldn’t.