Page 58 of Rich and Rotten

This wasn’t a regular fuck. It wasn’t one of those times when I drop dick into a shorty and send her on the way. This was my future––the one who I let get away. So, this was different for me.

I pulled up her dress, which was bunched at her waist, and slid it over her head. Stretch marks covered her stomach and sides from carrying life. Her breasts sat perfectly on her chest. They weren’t as full as I remembered.

They had nursed a child.

My child.

While other women were out there displaying their “Build-A-Body” physiques, her body remained as natural as I remembered. My lip trembled as I took in her body and quietly moaned. Tatiana did something to me, and she didn’t have to do anything or say a word.

I was in awe.

She stood there naked, not cowering or giving off any signs of self-consciousness. She owned her new body. The body that had birthed life, gone through life, and powered through. My baby was proud of her body.

“I told you I’m not that same girl anymore,” she whispered.

I bit my damn lip while staring at her. “You’re all woman, Tata…fuck.”

My eyes refused to move from the art that was in front of me.

My breathing increased.

My heart pumped.

She was breathtaking.

Years had passed, women had come and gone, and she was still the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

“Say something, Nazir,” she whispered.

“You killing me, Tata,” I said, my voice coming out so rough that I didn’t recognize it my damn self.

“Tell me,” she pleaded.

She wanted me to lead her, tell her what I wanted her to do. Her eyes told me that she needed me to dominate and give her direction.

“Play with that pussy for me, Tata.”

I stood over her, my legs shoulder-length apart, and watched as she fell back onto the bed. Her legs opened, and I internally screamed while watching as her fingers found their way inside her and swirled around in the wetness. Then she removed them and stuck them inside her mouth, sucking them clean while staring right at me.

“Like this, Naz?”

I bit my lip and nodded. “Stop playing and show me how you play with that pussy.”

I backed up until I was leaning on the dresser and watched as her fingers went to work. How she turned herself on and moaned while she continued to tease herself––one hand in her pussy and the other rubbing her nipples.

“Add another finger. I know you remember,” I demanded, and she squealed, doing exactly what I ordered.

“Hmmm,” she moaned as she played with herself like a DJ spinning a record.

It was taking everything in me not to run from the dresser and get in the bed with her. There was something about watching her please herself, with her eye contact directly on me. I imagined that she had done this many times before while thinking of me, but now I was here in the flesh.

I quickly removed my sneakers and slowly approached the bed. Every step I took, I lost a piece of clothing until I was back standing directly in front of the bed. I lowered myself until my nose was between her legs. Taking the longest whiff, I moved her hands and kissed her pussy lips.

“I missed you, Tata.”

She remained quiet.

“Dreamed of the day when I could feel you and taste you again.”