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No more nights of me sometimes feeling like I was only a booty call.  We were finally going to be a family.
     
    I could finally have him to myself.  Mrs. Byron McDaniels, that was finally going to be my name.
     
    "So you don't have anything smart to say?" he asked.
     
    He wanted to gloat.  I would let him have this tiny moment.  I smiled at him and held my arms out for him to come closer.  I wanted to hold him.  Feel his heartbeat next to mine.  They would finally be able to beat in sync.
     
    "I know baby.  I told you a lot of lies in the past.  Not this time.  This time it’s real."
     
    I kissed him.
     
    "January is going to be happy you're coming to live with us for good."
     
    He stepped back.
     
    "What's wrong Byron?"
     
    "Nothing is wrong baby. I think we should wait until everything is finalized before you tell her.  I don’t want to get her hopes up.  This process may be a while and I don’t want to upset her."
     
    I didn't like the way he said that or what he said. I detected a sense of uncertainty which equated to some more bullshit around the corner.  I mean if you have talked to an attorney and everything is legit, what's the problem?  I could feel my chest getting tight again and I knew I needed to calm down.
     
    "What do you mean? I thought you would want the girls to know. You know they get excited every time you are here."
     
    "I do want to include them. I just want to make sure everything is straight before we get their hopes up.  It’s Christmas time and I just want them to be excited about that.”
     
    I was torn between being excited and unsure if this was really going to happen. We have ridden this ride before and I was at my exit point. I've lied, he's lied and there has been a lot of hurting on both ends. We will always share January, but that's not enough anymore. I want to come home to my own man for once. I was tired of sharing somebody else's husband, even if I had him first.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    4
     
     
    He saw the disappointment on my face and moved to kiss me. We always had passion. Our sex was definitely bomb. There was no better connection than between two soul mates. He started removing my clothes and lifted me up.  I seemed to always forget what I was upset about once he started touching me.  I removed his shirt and then his pants.
     
    "We have to hurry up baby.  I need to get home to pack."
     
    He pulled the chair out and sat down. I removed my panties and then sat down on him. I gripped the chair hard as I slowly rolled back and forth on him. His slow breaths on my neck were turning me on. His fingers ran up and down my back as I moaned in pleasure.  I placed my head on his shoulder. He gripped my hips as he shoved himself deeper into me. I rode faster. He went deeper. It was as if we both wanted to be free of this tension that found itself buried between us. The thickness of his dick filled me up. His juices mixing with mine created the perfect level of wetness.
     
    We never used condoms.
     
    I hated them and so did he. We both felt they took away from the realness we felt when we sexed raw. It wasn't safe, but since he said they weren't having sex and hadn't in the last year there was no real risk. I was on birth control so we were good. We loved each other and it was only right we experience that love on every level.
     
    "Whose pussy is this?" he asked.
     
    I didn't answer.
     
    I knew it would piss him off because it always did. He wanted me to give him ownership over something that wasn't completely his.  I was no devil, but I wasn't an angel either.  Besides, he wasn’t all the way mine yet either.
     
    Smack.
     
    "Whose pussy is this Destiny?
     
    Silence.
     
    He picked me up and slammed me against the wall.
     
    "Maybe you didn't hear me. I said whose pussy is this?"
     
    I had fought it long enough. He had the tightest grip around my neck as he was stroking me harder and deeper. I was trying to answer