Kahlil was so hard as he took in the sight of Brandie trashing about and moaning his name while trying to break free. She's absolutely beautiful and she's all mine, Kahlil thought. The thought of another man getting to taste her sweet pussy let alone cover his dick in it, angered him. He promised himself that he would never again give another man the chance to get anywhere near her body or her heart as he slid all ten inches of solid, chocolate dick inside of his woman.
“Oh please Kahlil, please fuck me.” Brandie moaned as she bucked her hips into his dick.
“Fuck. Can you please take these fucking handcuffs off of me? Please baby? I promise I won't try to run. I promise baby, I just want to touch you.” She begged.
Resisting the urge to move inside of all the intensely warm honey smothering him, he pulled out and grabbed the keys to both sets of cuffs and released Brandie's arms and legs. Climbing back on top of her, Kahlil licked the soft shell of her ear and whispered, “If you try to run Brandie, I will handcuff you back to this bed and keep you on the verge of orgasm all night long.”
After massaging her wrists, Brandie wrapped her arms Kahlil's waist and said, “I won't run baby, I’m tired of trying to resist you. I'm not going anywhere as long as you never leave me again.”
Tears began to slide down the side of her face. Surprised that Brandie finally threw in the towel and confessed that she still loved him after everything he'd put her through, he was overwhelmed with feelings for this woman that he'd never stopped loving. Kissing away her tears, Kahlil positioned his himself between Brandie's thighs and slid deep inside of her. After a couple minutes of mentally telling Kahlil junior not to embarrass him, he began to move. His body meeting the thrust of every rise and fall of Brandie's slow sensual dance of lovemaking. She wrapped her legs around his waist and they went on to match each other’s stroke for hours, occasionally changing positions until her addictive pussy became too intense, and an orgasm began to contort his entire body with Brandie being the first to take the plunge.
“Fuck, I'm comingggg.”
With the help of her cries of passion triggering his climax, Kahlil quickly followed.
“Ohhhh, Fuckkkkkk.” he yelled as violent spasms consumed his body as he thrust the last of his seed into the depths of her womb.
****
“Damn woman I've missed you.” Kahlil slowly eased out of Brandie and gently kissed her plump lips.
“I've missed you too, Kahlil.” Brandie smiled. Her complete glow of satisfaction of being thoroughly pleased had him hard all over again.
“You know, you never answered my question.” Kahlil said as he walked them over to the couch and sat down.
“What question?” Brandie asked puzzled.
“Do you still love me?”
“I never stopped loving you. But I resented you for a minute after I lost the bab-baby.”
“What, Brandie? What baby?” Kahlil frowned.
Brandie took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Instantly an image of her sitting in her doctor’s office crying hysterically as he told her that she’d lost her baby.
“After you left I found out that we were expecting but had a miscarriage a month later.”
“Damn, baby I’m so sorry. Man, I really fucked up.”
“It's not your fault. I understand why you left now. I still don't agree but I finally understand.”
“No Brandie, I still should’ve been there. I should’ve been there; our child would still be alive if it wasn’t for me.”
“Kahlil don’t blame—”
Kahlil placed his hand on Brandie's flat stomach and instantly regret began to consume him. He sat deep in thought for almost half an hour before slipping back into the present.
“Even still Bran, I should’ve been there for you. Do you know how much I love you, woman?”
“I have an idea.” Brandie smiled.
“Do you know how badly I want to make love to you again?”
“No not a clue.”
“Well, let me give you a clue.” Kahlil said as he placed Brandie's hand on his dick. “How's that for a clue?”
“Oh, I don’t know, I need something more.” Kahlil scooped her up in his arms. “I'm about to give you all the something more you need, only slower this time. And after you've been seduced and thoroughly made love to by the General again, call dude you was seeing and tell him it's over.”
“Only if you make me.”
“Oh I'll make you alright. Keep playing and I'll make you call his phone and put him on speaker so he can hear you moaning.”
“You wouldn't?”
“Want to bet?”
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