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“Fuck me...” I whisper. Squeezing my ass in his hands, he pounds his dick into my warm, eager cunt. I moan as he plunges his way in, moving slowly at first, then faster.
I glance up at the mirror-covered ceiling at our lusty liaison. I smile at the sweaty reflection of his muscled back, my legs wrapped around his waist, as I greedily meet his thrusts.
His breathing becomes ragged. I grab his dick; clench my muscles around it. Urge him to release his seed and unload deep in me.
Our bodies intertwine. Our lips lock and dance as we thrust and crash into each other; hips grinding and bucking. Sweat dripping. He grunts and groans; fucks and sucks and holds onto me, hoping to stretch out the night for as long as he can. He’s a desperate, horny lover, needing, wanting our connection to go on forever. But the reality is, it can’t. And it won’t. Lord knows, I can’t let it.
Paris
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“Hi, Mom,” I say, answering my cell. “How was your trip to Vegas?”
“It was good. Of course, your Aunt Penny and Lucky almost got into it, again. The two of them are like oil and water. They really don’t mix. But other than that, it was great. We saw the Temptations perform and had the seafood buffet at Rios. That was really nice. The food was delicious. Then, of course, we saw the water show at the Bellagio. And one night we went to see some kind of sex show at that hotel New York, New York.”
“A sex show?” I asked surprised. “You? Were there naked bodies and people actually having sex?”
“Oh, heavens no,” she says, chuckling. “Now you know I wouldn’t be in for none of that nastiness. It wasn’t really a sex show. It was erotic.” I ask her what the name of it was. She says she can’t recall. Tells me it started with a Zee.
I smile, shaking my head. “Zumanity?”
“Yeah, that’s it. Whew, they were some kinda freaks up in there. I told Fanny I could see you, Persia and Porsha up there doing all that na—”
“Mom,” I interrupt before she can finish. “Don’t. I’m enjoying the conversation; let’s not spoil it.”
“Well, what did I do now?”
I catch myself from letting out an exasperated sigh. “Nothing, Mom; let’s move on. So what do I owe the pleasure of this call?”
“I wanted to tell you that I love you. And that I thought about what you said the last time we spoke. And I want you to know that I heard you. And I’ve heard your father and your Aunt Penny.” She pauses. “I’m going to do better. Of course, Lucky and Fanny think I should be raising holy hell at how you girls treat me. They think it’s—”
“Mother,” I snap, feeling myself starting to get annoyed. “What’s wrong with you? You say something nice, then you turn around and piss all over it with craziness.”
“Paris, what in the world did I say that was so crazy? I’m simply telling you that I heard you. And that I’m going to do better. I want a relationship with my daughters. All three of you.”
I let out a sigh of relief. There’s hope after all. “Thank you. That’s all I want is for us to be able to get along and spend time together.”
“Me, too. So let’s put what has happened behind us.” I tell her I’d like that. “Let’s spend the day together, you and me.”
I frown. “What about Porsha and Persia? I thought you said you wanted to have a relationship with all three of us.”
“I do. I’m hoping to do something with each of you, separately.” I decide to stay optimistic, knowing she’ll have a better chance of dancing with the devil than she will at getting Persia to go anywhere alone with her. I tell her I’m sure they’d like that. Tell her I’d really like spending the day somewhere with her. I ask her what she’d like to do. “Let’s drive out to Woodbury Common,” she says. “I want a new pocketbook. And, hopefully, I can find a wedding gift for Pasha, too.” Although driving for an hour to a shopping outlet isn’t exactly what I’d hoped for, I see it as her way of extending an olive branch. So I graciously accept her offering.
“I’d like that. When do you want to go?” She tells me toward the end of next month. “Okay, that sounds good. I’m looking forward to it. Thanks, Mom.”
“For what?”
“For trying.
”
“Well, despite what you girls think, I do love you. And I’m always going to be your mother. And I’m always going to have my opinions.”
I take a deep breath. “Mom—”
“But, I’m going to try to keep them to myself.”
I smile. “That’s all we ask,” I say as two customers walk into the boutique. “Mom, I have to go. Thanks for calling. Give Daddy a hug for me, and you enjoy the rest of your day.”
