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Danielle

I had just gotten out of the shower when the doorbell rang. My heart was beating with excitement. Tonight I was getting my man back!

I pulled the towel tightly around me, sprayed a little mango-scented mist at my neck and wrists, then moved to the door. This time it’s going to work, I just know it, because I’m not letting anyone stand between us. That’s a promise.

Swinging the door open, I found Ron waiting on the other side. His eyes traveled down to my towel-clad body and he smiled.

“Whassup?”

I struck a pose as I leaned against the door jamb. “Are you going to come in or you planning on standing out on my porch all night?”

Chuckling, he moved into the house. I pulled the door shut and moved to stand in front of Ron.

“Where’s your daughter?” he asked.

“She doesn’t live here anymore.”

“That’s too bad.”

“No, it’s not,” I said and stepped forward until my thighs brushed against his. “Ron, I meant what I said. I am so sorry for not believing you when you tried to tell me the truth.”

He looked unconvinced. “Are you now?”

“Yep.”

“You ready to show me just how sorry you are?”

“Yes.” I rose on my tiptoes and tried to kiss him but he pulled back.

“Yo, it’s gonna take more than that to show me.”

“What do you want?”

“Shit, you know what I want,” he replied with that thug cockiness that I missed.

I smirked, then reached down for his zipper. “Yep, I know exactly what you need.” As soon as his pants hit the floor, I dropped to my knees and removed his dick from his boxers. I had forgotten how big and beautiful it was. I eased it inside my mouth, sucking gently while stroking his length. I was determined for him to remember how good it used to be between us. Within seconds my head was bobbing back and forth as I deep-throated his length.

“Yeah, that’s it. Take this dick.”

I moved faster. Ron rocked back and forth, then grabbed the back of my head and guided me. It got to be too much and I started to gag, but I wasn’t about to complain or stop because I was willing to do whatever it took to make Ron happy. To bring my man back home. I could feel his muscles tighten with every stroke. I sucked him continuously while using one hand to massage his balls.

He finally pushed my head away. “That’s enough. I need to be inside you.”

I rose.

“Come here.”

As soon as I did, he snatched the towel away. Staring down at me, he stroked the length of his dick. “Move over to the chair.”

Obediently, I moved and took a seat.

“Nope. Turn around. I want your ass in the air so I can see that pussy.”

I assumed the doggy-style position, and before I could take a breath he slammed deep inside me. It was rough and hard and just the way I liked it until it got to be too much. He was banging me so hard I felt him all up in my stomach. “Ron, you’re hurting me!”

Ron slapped me hard across the ass. “Take this dick! You know you like it.” He smacked my ass again. “Tell me you like it.”

By this time the walls of my kitty-cat had completely relaxed and I was coming all over the place. “Oooh, baby! I like it.”

“You love it.”

“Yes, I love it!”

“You love me?”

Tears streamed from my eyes. “Yeah, baby! Yeah, baby. I love you so much. I never stopped loving you.” It was so good and powerful that I started to bawl. Here I was making love with the man I loved. How sweet is that!

Ron plunged harder and it hurt so good. It wasn’t long before I came hard, screaming his name at the top of my lungs.

“I’m about to come all in that pussy! Uuugh!” he grunted, then squirted hard inside me. He pulled out and collapsed on the floor, and I landed on top of him and held on to him tight. There was so much I wanted to say. I wanted to tell Ron how much I still loved him and how hard it had been these last several months without him. The fact that he had come home to me proved that he was hurting as much as I had been. Yep, Ron and I were going to be together forever. I lay there thinking about waking up to him every morning again.

After a while, I rose and moved to the bathroom next to the kitchen to grab a towel. Ron lay there on the floor while I cleaned him up.

“Want something to eat? I think I might have some Twinkies.”

“Nah. I need to get home.”

My face dropped. Home. He’s already home. “Why don’t you stay the night with me?”

He shook his head, avoiding eye contact, and reached for his pants. “Yo, I got some business to take care of. I’ll be in touch.”

I sat on the floor and watched as he got dressed and walked out my front door.