to look at him.
Austin made Farrah face him. "It's hard to fight these
feelings. Every day I think about you and it's become harder to get you out of
my system. I don't want to lose you. You're the one I've been waiting my whole
life for."
Farrah touched the side of Austin's face. "I can't.
And we shouldn't see each other, Austin. All we're going to do is hurt people;
think about Rebecca."
"I'm going to end it with her." Austin stroked
the side of Farrah's face.
"Austin, I'm not the woman for you. We're
different."
"How? Is it because you're black and I'm white?"
"No." She shook her head. "But we come from
different lifestyles, and I don't fit in yours."
"Do you love me?" he asked softly.
"Yes, but I have been in love before, Austin, and I
have been hurt before. I don't want to repeat that with you."
"I love you, Farrah Rue. You have opened my heart and
mind during these past few days. You are perfect for me, and I'm perfect for
you." He kissed her lips. "In due time, you will see."
Farrah shook her head. "I can't allow you to do this
to Rebecca, Austin. I can't come between you—"
"I'm a grown man who knows exactly what he
wants."
He rested his forehead against hers.
"I can't be responsible for you guys," she said
before Austin's lips touched hers.
Austin kissed Farrah; she moaned and wrapped her arms
around his neck. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Their dinner
was long forgotten as they stripped off each other's clothes.
Farrah ran her hands over Austin's broad shoulders, flat
abs, and narrow hips. He kissed her as her hands drifted to his large dick. She
rubbed his thick pink head. She smiled when he held his breath.
"Enough," Austin said as he pinned Farrah's hands
above her head.
She moaned when she felt him rub the head against her clit.
He slowly plunged, inch by inch, into her. She screamed when he pushed in and
out quickly. Austin couldn't get enough of Farrah. Her moans and screaming were
making him lose it.
He groaned as he moved in and out of her. He loved the way
their bodies looked as his pale dick slid in and out of her brown pussy. Farrah
was his, in every way.
Farrah lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. Austin's big,
strong hands gripped her hips as he thrust harder and deeper inside her. His
lips devoured hers. Farrah moaned against his lips as she reached an
earth-shattering climax. Austin pushed in and out harder before he exploded
into her pussy. He groaned as Farrah milked him for all he was worth.
Farrah lay in Austin's arms. He kissed her gently. "I
love you, Farrah."
"I love you too, Austin." She turned in his arms
and looked at him. "But we can't continue doing this. I never slept with
another woman's man until you. I feel horrible about it."
"I'm sorry. I never wanted you to feel that way."
He stroked her hair. "I'm going to end it with Rebecca. I knew it wasn't
going to work. Before my momma died, she told me not to marry Rebecca."
"Why?"
"Maybe a mother's intuition." Austin caressed
Farrah's breasts.
"Your mom didn't want you to marry Rebecca?" she
asked. "No," he answered truthfully.
Farrah nodded. "Let's go finish cooking,
McBride." Farrah grabbed Austin's red button-up shirt and walked out of
the room.
***
The two sat at the table in the kitchen, eating steak,
garden salad, and roasted potatoes. They both were enjoying each other's
company until Austin asked a question that made Farrah freeze up.
"Tell me about your family?" he asked.
Farrah sipped some Pinot Noir. "My father killed my
mother when I was seventeen, while I slept in my bed. I woke up hearing my mom
scream for help."
"Farrah, honey, I'm sorry." He pulled her into
his arms and hugged her. "You don't have to talk about it."
"It's okay." She looked into his eyes. "My
parents fought a lot; I was always the referee with them. This time, I was too
late. I held my momma as she took her last breath."
Austin didn't interrupt her. He listened to her talk as he
rubbed her back.
"He
Austin made Farrah face him. "It's hard to fight these
feelings. Every day I think about you and it's become harder to get you out of
my system. I don't want to lose you. You're the one I've been waiting my whole
life for."
Farrah touched the side of Austin's face. "I can't.
And we shouldn't see each other, Austin. All we're going to do is hurt people;
think about Rebecca."
"I'm going to end it with her." Austin stroked
the side of Farrah's face.
"Austin, I'm not the woman for you. We're
different."
"How? Is it because you're black and I'm white?"
"No." She shook her head. "But we come from
different lifestyles, and I don't fit in yours."
"Do you love me?" he asked softly.
"Yes, but I have been in love before, Austin, and I
have been hurt before. I don't want to repeat that with you."
"I love you, Farrah Rue. You have opened my heart and
mind during these past few days. You are perfect for me, and I'm perfect for
you." He kissed her lips. "In due time, you will see."
Farrah shook her head. "I can't allow you to do this
to Rebecca, Austin. I can't come between you—"
"I'm a grown man who knows exactly what he
wants."
He rested his forehead against hers.
"I can't be responsible for you guys," she said
before Austin's lips touched hers.
Austin kissed Farrah; she moaned and wrapped her arms
around his neck. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Their dinner
was long forgotten as they stripped off each other's clothes.
Farrah ran her hands over Austin's broad shoulders, flat
abs, and narrow hips. He kissed her as her hands drifted to his large dick. She
rubbed his thick pink head. She smiled when he held his breath.
"Enough," Austin said as he pinned Farrah's hands
above her head.
She moaned when she felt him rub the head against her clit.
He slowly plunged, inch by inch, into her. She screamed when he pushed in and
out quickly. Austin couldn't get enough of Farrah. Her moans and screaming were
making him lose it.
He groaned as he moved in and out of her. He loved the way
their bodies looked as his pale dick slid in and out of her brown pussy. Farrah
was his, in every way.
Farrah lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. Austin's big,
strong hands gripped her hips as he thrust harder and deeper inside her. His
lips devoured hers. Farrah moaned against his lips as she reached an
earth-shattering climax. Austin pushed in and out harder before he exploded
into her pussy. He groaned as Farrah milked him for all he was worth.
Farrah lay in Austin's arms. He kissed her gently. "I
love you, Farrah."
"I love you too, Austin." She turned in his arms
and looked at him. "But we can't continue doing this. I never slept with
another woman's man until you. I feel horrible about it."
"I'm sorry. I never wanted you to feel that way."
He stroked her hair. "I'm going to end it with Rebecca. I knew it wasn't
going to work. Before my momma died, she told me not to marry Rebecca."
"Why?"
"Maybe a mother's intuition." Austin caressed
Farrah's breasts.
"Your mom didn't want you to marry Rebecca?" she
asked. "No," he answered truthfully.
Farrah nodded. "Let's go finish cooking,
McBride." Farrah grabbed Austin's red button-up shirt and walked out of
the room.
***
The two sat at the table in the kitchen, eating steak,
garden salad, and roasted potatoes. They both were enjoying each other's
company until Austin asked a question that made Farrah freeze up.
"Tell me about your family?" he asked.
Farrah sipped some Pinot Noir. "My father killed my
mother when I was seventeen, while I slept in my bed. I woke up hearing my mom
scream for help."
"Farrah, honey, I'm sorry." He pulled her into
his arms and hugged her. "You don't have to talk about it."
"It's okay." She looked into his eyes. "My
parents fought a lot; I was always the referee with them. This time, I was too
late. I held my momma as she took her last breath."
Austin didn't interrupt her. He listened to her talk as he
rubbed her back.
"He
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