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Authors: Noire, Kiki Swinson
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I was in heaven with my man again. Eric mounted me and drove his dick into my pussy so hard I yelped.
“Oww! Oh, Eric ... yes, fuck me, please. I need you. I want you,” I panted as I grinded my hips into him. I wanted him to stay inside me forever.
Eric slammed into my pelvis with brute force. He was fucking the shit out of me and I was loving every minute of it. I felt like I had him back. Eric was mine again. I was so in love. Eric pulled me up off the coffee table and threw me down on the couch. He mounted me again and fucked me some more. This time he took my soaking wet pussy from the back. His skin slapping against my ass made a loud noise that drove me wild.
“Uhh! Yeah, Daddy, fuck me,” I grunted.
Eric did just that. He fucked the shit out of me until I was screaming with an orgasm. Eric followed me with a big load of cum in my ass crack. I fell down onto the couch with my eyes closed. I was never so happy in my life. We lay on the couch together for a few minutes in silence. But the silence was short lived. Eric was the one who broke the silence. He broke up our moment.
“So, what’s your plan to get some money? Let me hear about it,” Eric said as he stroked my hair.
My eyes popped open. Just that fast I had forgotten that I had told him that I had a plan to get money. My mind started racing. I inhaled deeply and exhaled. Damn. Just when I thought he was being nice to me just because he loved me as much as I loved him. I should’ve known that Eric only wanted to know how I could get him some money. No wonder he was being so nice, so fast.
“Well, I’m listening. You made it seem like you had something in mind earlier.... So what was it?” Eric urged, sounding a bit impatient.
I had to think quick on my feet and something that had been just a fleeting thought in my mind suddenly came rushing back.
“I was thinking that I can call my father ...” I started, kind of stumbling over my words a bit.
“C’mon, Megan! Be for real!” Eric boomed immediately. He pulled his arm from under my head and began to sit up like he was going to leave. I grabbed on to him, but he tugged away. “Your father ain’t giving you no fuckin’ money. If he ain’t come looking for your ass this long, can’t you tell he don’t give a fuck about you?” Eric added, cutting me off before I could even finish. His words hurt, as usual. I couldn’t hold on to him.
“Wait. Just listen to me,” I pleaded.
Eric had bolted upright and stood up from the couch like he was suddenly repulsed by me, or like he’d been suddenly bitten by a wild animal. “If you talkin’ bullshit I ain’t got no time for it,” he replied in an annoyed tone of voice.
“We can get my father and hold him for ransom money. We can demand a million dollars from his accountant for his release. I know his accountant will pay it ... so will my mother. A million dollars is nothing for them,” I blurted out, rambling like a child. The idea sounded ridiculous to me after I said it. I just knew Eric would start cursing and screaming at me, calling me stupid and childish. He didn’t. He was actually tuned in and attentive for once. I looked at him wide eyed, hoping he’d like the idea I’d come up with.
“Shit, that might not be a bad idea. We can use you to get him to meet you somewhere and I can have some of my little peeps snatch his ass up. Yo ... that shit might not be a bad idea at all. I ain’t never even gotta get my hands dirty if I let them lil’ niggahs do all the work. You better be sure that the mothafuckin’ accountant gonna pay up though,” Eric said.
I could tell his mind was racing. I smiled. I was so happy to finally please him. “Yes. Yes, Eric, I am sure they will pay. We don’t have to hurt him at all. Just snatch him. Keep him blindfolded until we get the money. Once we get the money we can let him go without him ever having to get hurt. He will never know that it was us either,” I replied, trying to sound
“Oww! Oh, Eric ... yes, fuck me, please. I need you. I want you,” I panted as I grinded my hips into him. I wanted him to stay inside me forever.
Eric slammed into my pelvis with brute force. He was fucking the shit out of me and I was loving every minute of it. I felt like I had him back. Eric was mine again. I was so in love. Eric pulled me up off the coffee table and threw me down on the couch. He mounted me again and fucked me some more. This time he took my soaking wet pussy from the back. His skin slapping against my ass made a loud noise that drove me wild.
“Uhh! Yeah, Daddy, fuck me,” I grunted.
Eric did just that. He fucked the shit out of me until I was screaming with an orgasm. Eric followed me with a big load of cum in my ass crack. I fell down onto the couch with my eyes closed. I was never so happy in my life. We lay on the couch together for a few minutes in silence. But the silence was short lived. Eric was the one who broke the silence. He broke up our moment.
“So, what’s your plan to get some money? Let me hear about it,” Eric said as he stroked my hair.
My eyes popped open. Just that fast I had forgotten that I had told him that I had a plan to get money. My mind started racing. I inhaled deeply and exhaled. Damn. Just when I thought he was being nice to me just because he loved me as much as I loved him. I should’ve known that Eric only wanted to know how I could get him some money. No wonder he was being so nice, so fast.
“Well, I’m listening. You made it seem like you had something in mind earlier.... So what was it?” Eric urged, sounding a bit impatient.
I had to think quick on my feet and something that had been just a fleeting thought in my mind suddenly came rushing back.
“I was thinking that I can call my father ...” I started, kind of stumbling over my words a bit.
“C’mon, Megan! Be for real!” Eric boomed immediately. He pulled his arm from under my head and began to sit up like he was going to leave. I grabbed on to him, but he tugged away. “Your father ain’t giving you no fuckin’ money. If he ain’t come looking for your ass this long, can’t you tell he don’t give a fuck about you?” Eric added, cutting me off before I could even finish. His words hurt, as usual. I couldn’t hold on to him.
“Wait. Just listen to me,” I pleaded.
Eric had bolted upright and stood up from the couch like he was suddenly repulsed by me, or like he’d been suddenly bitten by a wild animal. “If you talkin’ bullshit I ain’t got no time for it,” he replied in an annoyed tone of voice.
“We can get my father and hold him for ransom money. We can demand a million dollars from his accountant for his release. I know his accountant will pay it ... so will my mother. A million dollars is nothing for them,” I blurted out, rambling like a child. The idea sounded ridiculous to me after I said it. I just knew Eric would start cursing and screaming at me, calling me stupid and childish. He didn’t. He was actually tuned in and attentive for once. I looked at him wide eyed, hoping he’d like the idea I’d come up with.
“Shit, that might not be a bad idea. We can use you to get him to meet you somewhere and I can have some of my little peeps snatch his ass up. Yo ... that shit might not be a bad idea at all. I ain’t never even gotta get my hands dirty if I let them lil’ niggahs do all the work. You better be sure that the mothafuckin’ accountant gonna pay up though,” Eric said.
I could tell his mind was racing. I smiled. I was so happy to finally please him. “Yes. Yes, Eric, I am sure they will pay. We don’t have to hurt him at all. Just snatch him. Keep him blindfolded until we get the money. Once we get the money we can let him go without him ever having to get hurt. He will never know that it was us either,” I replied, trying to sound
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