Lawlessly in Love 2

by Mercy B

  As I lifted my head in the air and regained my composure after being sleep for so long, I strolled past her, leaving her with a sly smile and a wink. Although she was currently unaware, I had plans for her. It was finally time for her payback.

  With my feet against the right side of the tub and my hair purposely dangling in the water, I tried processing the information that I’d been given from Mr. Goldstein, who admitted to being appointed by Sosa only when I reached his office earlier this morning. According to the documentation that was held together by thick paper clips, I was in sole possession of a home that was torn to shreds by federal investigators.

  In addition, I was the owner of every car in Sosa’s glass enclosure. Lastly, I had become a homeowner. Several, to be exact. Sosa owned fourteen houses around the DFW area, along with two apartment buildings that housed tenants.

  Everything had been transferred to my name the day of my graduation. Sosa had been so upset with me about the entire ex incident that he’d ditched me and then surprised me at graduation with tickets to New York. I guess he had other things in mind as well.

  Knowing that I had money and opportunities to fall back on, I felt a sense of relief. Sosa often stuffed my purse with shitloads of money that he never let me go inside of to spend when together, so I’d been putting it all into my savings account. Even the debit card he’d given me for New York was still loaded.

  But with everything I’d been granted, his presence was what I craved most. The thought of never touching his body or hearing him talk his shit had me hyperventilating as I rose from the water and tried catching my breath. As I closed my eyes to calm myself and return my heartbeat to its regular pace, flashes of the loaded gun haunted me.

  Sosa had the cold steel against my head, but I knew in my heart that he couldn’t pull the trigger. He was a deadly man and didn’t hesitate. I’d never seen him do it, but I knew he’d kill in a heartbeat. Fear was absent of his body until that night at that moment. He was mortified.

  The loaded Glock to my frontal wasn’t the most terrifying for me. It was his voice. The hurt displayed in his tone as his heart and mind waged war against one another decapitated me. I felt as if my limbs had been sawed off, and my heart had been ripped from my chest with his bare hands. Sosa, thinking that I was against him, was overwhelming and borderline homicidal. In his mind, he wanted to kill me, but his heart wouldn’t let him.

  As I began to settle in the tub, again, my mind shifted to happier moments, ones that involved his softer side. Those were the memories that I held the closest, not knowing if I’d ever see him again.

  “G, I told you on the phone to be ready when I got here. You still laying down.” Sosa bombarded in the room where I was sprawled across the bed and running my mouth on the phone with Sauni and Brielle.

  “I let time slip through the cracks.” I squeezed my eyes together and chastised myself for getting caught. For the last twenty minutes, I’d been planning to get into the shower but hadn’t actually made a move yet.

  “‘Cause you always running that mouth of yours on the phone with them b… You know what.”

  He’d finally made it to the bed where I was. Before he’d reached me, I smelled his fragrance and felt the heat radiating from his body. Dallas heat was outrageous. Climbing onto the bed, he snatched my cell from my hand and ended the entire call. Still on my stomach, I couldn’t move, because Sosa had me pinned down as he hovered over me.

  “Since you can’t listen, I’m going to have to teach that ass a lesson. No phone for the rest of the day.” He slid my cell in his pocket. “And—”

  “And what, Sos? You are not my daddy.” I sucked my teeth.

  “Says who?” he retorted.

  “Me.” With just as much inflation in his tone, I matched mine with his.

  “Aight.” I felt him slide back as I tried turning around, but he used his left hand to keep me facing forward.

  “Sosa, what are you doing?”

  Voicelessly, Sosa sent his hand crashing down on my right ass cheek. I winced in pain only a bit before I felt him give the left cheek the same attention. As much pain as he was trying to inflict, it was matched with unexpected pleasure. There was something about his scent, his aura, his firmness, his hardened dick I could feel on the back of my legs, and the question he spewed that had my thong dripping.

  “Who’s your daddy, G?” Sosa demanded a response. On an entirely different level, I withheld my response, hoping that he would continue reprimanding me. “Who da fuck is your daddy?” He slapped my ass again.

  This time, he was more forceful and even more enticing as if that were humanly possible. My obsession with Sosa was quickly starting to blossom, and I couldn’t slow the process if I tried. Everything about him, I wanted more of. It was as if I simply couldn’t be filled. I’d become a bottomless pit, accepting everything he was pouring into me. No matter how good or bad it was for my health, I always provided more room to receive more. I wanted every last drop of him until there was nothing left. Then I’d store all that I could for times I felt as if I were losing touch.

  “I asked you a question, G.” Over and over, he punished me for my lack of reply.

  His lashes had gotten a bit more ferocious, causing me to surrender and admit what we both knew, already. “You are.” I cowered unapologetically.

  No, Sosa hadn’t been the one to raise me or lie down with my womb donor and make me. Yet in adulthood, I submitted—a good portion of the time, at least—to him in every way that I could without compromising whom I was as a person. He was guilty of the same. I’d been momma since day one when he laid his ass down instead of going home, per my request.

  “I’m what?”

  “Daddy.”

  “That’s what the fuck I thought.” He lifted from my legs, only to pull down the thin thong that was caught in between my cheeks. “Shit, G.”

  Without him mentioning it, I was aware of what he was referring to with the disbelief he showcased. I was soaking wet. The stickiness had oozed from my pussy, flooded my panties, and pooled onto my thighs.

  “You liked that shit, didn’t you?” Sosa was appalled as he continued to slip my underwear to the ground.

  “I thought we needed to hurry.” I moaned when I felt him caress my love bud with his hand.

  “They’ll wait all night if that is what I need them to do.” He pushed my legs forward, and I nearly jumped from the bed as I felt his warm breath grace my backside.

  Sosa wasn’t a huge fan of eating pussy, but he was lethal with his tongue. When he decided to exercise his right to feast on my pussy, I could hardly think straight. Penetration was both of our things, but we dabbled in oral often—me, at least.

  I’d suck his dick from sun up to sun down if we both had the time. Of course, it was ‘only’ skin, but that was the best damn skin I’d ever tasted. He had a unique flavor that was addictive. Since I’d first put him in my mouth, I hadn’t been able to keep him out.

  Sosa’s moistness penetrated my slit, licking me from the deepest crevice of my pussy to the tip of my asshole. My legs quaked, and my body jerked at the single motion. He wasn’t playing fair.

  “Hold still,” he warned, placing a hand at the indention of my back.

  Closing my eyes, I tried steadying myself as I felt him latch onto my clit and suck it into his mouth. Simultaneously, he flickered his tongue across the swollen bud, causing me to buck and squirm. A firm slap to the ass warned me of my unwanted movements, so I tried calming myself and focusing on the pleasure that was mixed with the pain of my right cheek he’d caused.

  It was a deadly combination, sending me spiraling out of control as my soul detached itself from my body and hovered over us both. The stars aligned, and hell froze over as I began to mount. Sosa intensified my orgasmic inclination by jamming his fingers into my pussy and working them until my legs locked, and my breathing became shallow.

  I witnessed my own out-of-body experience from below as my soul descended and tried returni
ng to me. But Sosa had other plans. I wasn’t aware of when he’d pulled down his pants or how he’d managed to get them off so fast, but the moment I felt him slide into my essence, I bellowed out.

  “Baaaaaaaaby.”

  “This shit so wet, G. You ‘bout to make a nigga nut up, and he just got in.”

  Quickly coming to my senses, I voiced my concerns with the way he’d been handling his little men, disposing of them in my awaiting womb. “Sosa, don’t nut in me.”

  “Why not?” He continued stroking me, long and hard.

  His dick made me dizzy. The shit was pathetic. I wanted him to swim in my ocean every chance he got. We’d both transformed into addicts, needing a fix of one another each day.

  “I’m ovulating!” I shouted. It was a part of the reason my panties and thighs were so damn wet.

  “I don’t give a fuck, G.”

  Snapping back to reality, the revelation of the night I’d gotten pregnant caused me to lift up from the tub again. It made perfect sense. Sosa had let off in me three times that night—on the bed, in the shower, and in the kitchen. We never made it out of the house that night, thanks to his imminent desire to keep his dick lodged inside of me. We ended up having our meals delivered to us, and we shared dinner at the kitchen table like civilized people before he broke every dish on it while fucking me as if it were going out of style after we’d finished our meals.

  Realizing my water had chilled, I decided that it was time to exit the tub. There was a lone bath towel hanging on the shower curtain that Sosa used the last time he’d visited. Instead of grabbing my own, I opted for his. I didn’t immediately wrap it around my body but held it to my nose. I inhaled him deeply, wishing that I could rewind time and bring him back to me.

  “Where are you, Sos? Come back to me.” Pain prickled my eyeballs before running down my cheeks. Back to back, I’d witnessed heartache from losing the people I loved. I wouldn’t wish this type of stress on even my worst enemy.

  Chapter 2

  I could smell the potency that he spritzed on his skin each morning and sometimes afternoon. In the dark, I couldn’t grasp the shoes that adorned his feet, but I could hear them and almost bet that they were red in color. His ego filled the entire room, nearly suffocating me as I stirred from my sleep.

  I’d been waiting a full week, sleeping in his bed and taking out his trash. I’d cleaned the mess the cops had made and shined his floors to remove traces of their boots. His clothes had been organized and bathroom scrubbed clean. I’d been preparing for his return, not knowing when it would happen or if it would.

  Yet there was a piece of me that continued holding on to hope and believing that the love we shared was stronger than the situation we were both facing. I’d waited night after night for him to fill the empty side of the bed with his body heat and make sweet love to me as he repeatedly reminded me of how much more he appreciated me for carrying his child.

  As the thought appeared, I felt his veiny hand rest on my abdomen area, which only displayed light traces of pregnancy. Though it was not rounded or budding, the hardness was recognizable. First it was one tear, then there were two. Before I could control myself, my face was stained, and my hand had clenched my lips to muffle the loud cries spilling from my mouth.

  I missed him. I’d never missed anyone or anything so much in my life. His absence was vexing, and I’d exhausted all efforts of trying to cope. The truth of the matter was, I couldn’t. I needed him just as he needed me. It was apparent that our lives were much more enjoyable and sustainable at each other’s side. His return was proof that I wasn’t alone in my desperation. Two souls had gotten the opportunity to dance and never wanted to let each other go.

  “G, don’t cry. You know I hate that shit,” he fussed.

  “You came back to me,” I managed.

  “Where else was I going to go?” he replied, running one hand across my stomach as he wiped my tears with the other. “I can’t stay for long.”

  “Sos.” Him leaving again was petrifying news. My ears began ringing at the sound.

  “Shhhhh.” He quieted me with a finger. “Either you stop crying and hear me out, or I’m leaving sooner than I’d originally planned.”

  “Okay.” I nodded.

  “I guess I wasn’t shooting blanks after all. I’d been waiting to hear those words for months.”

  Cocky bastard. He’d known what he was doing this entire time. “You did this on purpose.”

  “Anything to lock you down, G.” He continued rubbing in circular motions. “I have a few questions to ask.”

  “Whatever you want to know.”

  “First, I want to get some shit off of my chest. I apologize for putting a gun to your head. That shit been fucking with me nonstop.”

  “It’s okay, Sos. I know you didn’t mean it.”

  “I did, and I wanted to pull the trigger so bad. I just couldn’t.” He sighed, his hand movements ceasing. I lifted my arm and placed my hand on his to convince him to continue.

  “I need you to be 100 percent with me. Did you know your mother was out for me?”

  “I haven’t had a decent conversation with my mother in my entire life. She released her parental rights the moment I was born. She wanted nothing to do with me. She pops up every now and again, trying to make amends, but I’m not interested.” I rushed out, eager for him to believe me. “I had no clue she was trying to take you down.”

  “Did you tell them anything while you were at the station?”

  “No. I don’t know anything, Sosa.”

  “Good.”

  “Sosa, I’ve missed you.”

  “Show me then.”

  Sosa grabbed the hand that I held on top of his and directed it between his legs. His dick had hardened and was anxious to be released from captivity. Immediately, my pussy began thudding and developed a faint heartbeat. There was nothing more to be said as I flicked the lamp on that was stationed on the nightstand.

  I climbed from bed with the help of Sosa and fell to my knees. Sosa stood with each hand on a hip and watched as I freed his dick from his sweat shorts. It sprang out and nearly dented my forehead with its meatiness and thickness. My mouth watered as I began to salivate. The saliva that pooled in my mouth was the perfect lubricant as I spat it onto Sosa’s elongated member before taking him into my mouth.

  For an hour, we indulged, speaking in a language other than the one we often used. There wasn’t any talking. It was straight fucking. Straight loving. I poured my emotions into each tongue flicker, and Sosa’s strokes were filled to the brim with his own. They were methodical and meaningful. He’d missed me too.

  As we descended, catching our breaths and reaching leveled ground again, I dreaded the words to come from his mouth before he got the chance to speak them. The deep breaths he took were evidence that he wasn’t satisfied with his pending declaration either.

  “Shhhhh.” I covered his lips.

  “G, we’ve got to talk about this.”

  “Sos, just lay with me.”

  “I can’t do that, baby girl. I only have a few more minutes before I must go.”

  “Sosa, I want to come too then.”

  “No. I need you here.”

  “Why? Why can’t I come with you?”

  “Because I need you here. I need something from you.”

  “What is it?”

  “I need you to fight for me, G. Fight for my freedom. Fight for this shit to go away so that I can return to you. Return to us.”

  “But how?”

  “There’s only one option. Your mother.” His words replayed in my head long after he’d said them. A moment of silence allowed me to stop and think about the possibilities of what he’d suggested.

  “I have to go now, G. Promise me that you’ve got me.”

  Nodding, I assured Sosa that I would do whatever I needed to get him back home. “Promise.”

  “I gotta get out of here now.” He lifted from the bed. I hadn’t noticed him dressing himself
due to my temporary check out at the mention of my mother’s involvement in his return.

  “Sosa, don’t go!”

  “I have to.”

  “No you don’t. Please. Don’t go! Don’t go…”

  Wham.

  I hit the floor with a loud thud. Immediately, I began searching for Sosa through the dark. A quick peek toward the nightstand, I realized the light wasn’t on. It was only a dream, yet it felt so realistic. Checking my underwear, I felt the heat and moisture from the orgasms I’d produced in my sleep while feeling Sosa thrust into me deeply while telling me everything that I needed to hear.

  “Damn you, Sosa.” I fussed, lifting myself up and grabbing my cell.

  It was three in the morning, but I held no reservations as I dialed my father’s number. Of course, I was disappointed that there wasn’t at least a pinch of reality to the dream I’d just had, but the things that it revealed had me thankful for its unwanted presence. If I was going to bring my man back, I’d have to put my pain and pride aside and talk to the Destiny Shaw herself. For once, I was looking forward to our conversation.

  “Is everything alright?” my father questioned groggily as he answered my call.

  “Yes. Can you give me Destiny Shaw’s number?”

  I bathed in his body wash to be reminded of him when I took this leap of faith. Out of my twenty-three years on earth, I never thought that I would be on my way to lunch with the woman who spared her womb for me, only to give me life and have no interest after my bearing. As I brushed my hair into a high bun and secured it with two rubber bands, I didn’t feel any less compromised by her selfishness.

  Quite frankly, I still thought of her as unworthy and unfit. My need for her assistance couldn’t alter the views I’d concocted for years due to her flaws. During our thirty-second conversation to arrange this meeting, over nine days ago, I was disgusted by the joy within her tone. She was absolutely pathetic.