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“Then why do you, huh, Isaiah? Do you hate me that much? Do I repulse you so much that you can’t even stand to fuck me, huh?” LaQuandra sobbed. “I love you, Isaiah! And I know I can’t make you love me back. But why won’t you just let me love you, huh? Why?” She wailed. “All I want is you—you motherfucker!”
Isaiah cringed. He turned his head, unable to bear looking into her eyes. All he saw swimming in her tears was pain.
It, surprisingly, bothered him seeing her so hurt, so fragile. The fucked-up thing was, he really didn’t know what he wanted. Didn’t know if he wanted this marriage, or if he wanted a divorce. But what he did know was, he felt like shit seeing LaQuandra like this. So broken.
This wasn’t her. Emotional. So vulnerable. Or maybe it was and he hadn’t ever noticed.
“C’mon, Quandra. Don’t cry. Damn.”
“Am I that fucking ugly to you, huh, Isaiah? Is all you see when you look at me is some ugly, black barren bitch?”
He slowly shook his head. “That’s not what I see,” he said softly. And he meant it. What he saw was a fiercely independent woman. He saw a woman who loved ferociously hard.
Yeah, she was broken—but shit, who wasn’t?
More tears splashed from LaQuandra’s eyes. “I’m sorry for not being enough woman for you. Sorry I can’t give you b-b-baaaaaabies.” She felt so empty and alone. She felt like she was dying inside—or maybe she was already dead. And the ugly, scarred shell of her existence was all she had left.
LaQuandra’s eyes flooded with more tears as she stared into the eyes of the man she loved. Ached for. And through her hurt, she felt her body still melting for him.
“That bitch—Cassandra . . .” her voice cracked. “She can have you.”
She went limp beneath him. Skin to skin, nothing but heat between them, something in Isaiah’s chest tightened. He could feel her heartbeat. Feel her body trembling beneath him. Fuck. He wasn’t built for this emotional shit.
It was fucking with him, nearly breaking him.
Isaiah’s lids grew heavy, his nostrils flared.
His dick was hard and throbbing.
So he did the only thing he could. He nudged LaQuandra’s thighs wide, and then, without a word, he plunged into her with a quick force that had them both gasping.
Slowly, he pumped at her tightness, his movements growing fast and furious the more her body opened to him, the more her need for him swept through her, heating his blood and making him ache to give her a new brand of passion.
LaQuandra moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing him as he drove into her body, her pussy contracting and sucking him in further, milking him.
Isaiah’s dark brown eyes grew darker as he rhythmically fucked into LaQuandra’s body. Between gnashed teeth, he hissed. “I’m sick of you crazy fucking bitches. Is this what you want, huh?” He slammed his dick back in and out, stabbing LaQuandra’s pussy, deep and hard.
“Oh God, yes, yes, yes. Fuck me,” LaQuandra whimpered, tears still spilling from her eyes. “Beat my pussy up . . . uh, uh, uh . . .”
Isaiah’s hand went around LaQuandra’s neck—a new sensation that quickly sent her over a blissful cliff—and he lightly choked her as he pounded in and out of her body.
LaQuandra’s eyes rolled up in her head.
So, so Alpha male.
Domineering.
Isaiah took control of her body, her pussy, and LaQuandra yielded, sweetly, clawing at the sheets. And then she cupped him by the ass and dug her nails into his muscled flesh.
Another sob ripped from LaQuandra’s chest. She raked her nails along Isaiah’s back, breaking skin, marking what was hers. Her breaths were coming in short, rapid spurts. Her orgasm was—
“You fucking crazy . . . bitches,” Isaiah muttered, biting into LaQuandra’s neck. “I fucking hate you, ahhh, shit . . .” He tightened his grip around her neck. And then clamped his mouth around her right nipple. He bit down. And then teased the sensitive bud with the flat of his tongue, before biting down on it again.
LaQuandra mewled. Thrashed. Her pussy clamped around Isaiah’s dick as he groaned around her nipple. He shifted forward, shifting the angle of penetration.
“Oh, motherfucker. Yes, yes, yes . . .”
LaQuandra felt herself falling, falling, falling; her orgasm flooding the walls of her pelvis; she felt it swelling hot in her belly, rising, rising, rising.
