by Abbott, Alex
“I’m gonna protect you from whatever might come,” he said firmly, such determination. “All I’ve dreamt about these years is giving you a good life, security and love,” he said, his dark eyes alight with conviction for what he said. “I’ll be the man you need, Angie. The one I should’ve been all these years. I got a lotta time to make up for.”
An excited chill went up her spine at his words.
He kept saying all the things she so desperately wanted to hear, and she couldn’t hide how much it pleased her coming from him. Couldn’t deny what he made her feel.
All that anger that had been built up over the last four years wasn’t just being chipped away anymore, it was crumbling, a demolition of those walls she had built up.
“I don’t wanna change you, babe,” he said sincerely, “I worked hard to change me to be the man you need. All I ask is you give me that change, and I’ll not disappoint you,” he professed, and holding her face between his two hard, dark hands, he leaned in to press his lips against hers. It was an intense, passionate, spur of the moment thing. And even she could tell he hadn’t planned it.
He’d tried to restrain himself, but just couldn’t any longer. He was helpless against his desire for her.
Her mouth opened against him, and just like that, it was as if those four years hadn’t happened. Her tongue brushing against his, fingers digging into his shoulders as she leaned into him, off her stilettos, hungry for his affection.
That attraction had never waned, she just did her best to push it to the side, to get over him.
Jamal let his hands dip down, releasing her face as they kissed. His tongue wound about hers as he delved into her mouth, and he moved his two hands along her sides, down to her waist and then coming to rest his palms upon her hips. He squeezed her there, pulled her in against him tighter as he gave a low, lusty groan that reverberated between them.
She’d done her best to move on and get over him, but he’d had years of nothing to do but pine over her. To think about the woman and the life he’d lost. No distractions, except self-improvement and the danger of prison. Just longing for her that bubbled over, and swelled the fabric of his dark jeans as their bodies pressed together.
She lifted her arms from his back, curling them instead around his neck, tugging herself close to him as she jumped up, legs wrapped around his hips. She knew he’d grab her, hold her there, and it was what she needed to do. What she desired to do.
Put her body in his hands, entrust herself to him once more, and let the broken pieces of her heart mend.
Jamal’s strong upper body made holding her easier than it ever had been. He cradled her ass cheeks in his palms and held her up with relative ease. Their two pairs of lips smacked moistly as he moved to the wall and pinned her back to it.
“I missed you more than life itself,” he growled between smacks of their lips, his insatiable hunger for her irrepressible as he found himself rocking his hips so that immense bulge of his all-too-familiar cock ground into her loins. The strength behind that sexual motion so much stronger than when last they’d made love.
She could still remember it. She’d gone over it in her mind so many times, trying to figure out what it was that she’d done wrong.
But since he’d come back, it had taken on a renewed replay, looked at through another lens. He hadn’t been disinterested, he’d just been defeated.
Her hips rolled against him, her mouth hungry for his as her breathing quickened, her body wound so tight.
With her up against the wall his powerful hands moved across her body, up to her breasts, to feel that supple flesh, sink into her two supple mounds through her bra. He was intensely hungry for her, and she could feel without him saying that she was the first woman he’d had since his return. The first he’d had in many years. For a virile man like Jamal, who had kept her sated for many long years? That had to have been agony.
“I missed these thick tits of yours so bad, baby,” he growled and she let out a whimper in return, arching her back into him.
He only relinquished his hold upon those large breasts to reach down, reluctantly moving to undo her jeans in his hungry need.
They were in the middle of a strip club, but it wasn’t like that had stopped them before. They’d never let practicality stand in the way of their fucking, and she pulled back just slightly. Him working her jeans, her fingers working his button down shirt, polished nails pushing them through the buttons so quickly. Her hands then snuck beneath his blazer, feeling his built up heat.
She was breathing so hard and fast, so caught up in him, her mouth going to his so desperately.
As she raked her nails over that stony chest of his, felt his hot, bulging abs and pecs, he tugged open her jeans and began to pull them from around her sumptuous ass. She couldn’t have picked a worse outfit to get out of on the spur of the moment, but there had been no planning involved. There never was with them.
He lowered her down from around his waist, and worked to get her jeans off as she popped his buttons open to reveal that mocha brown chest of his.
“I’ve never needed anyone or anythin’ as bad as I need you right now,” he groaned in desire, pawing and groping at her in his mad lust.
She kicked off her heels, headless of the worn carpets as she tugged her pants down the rest of the way, stepping out of the clingy material rather carelessly as her fingers went to the button on his jeans.
“So quit talkin’ and help me,” she said, her eyes flitting up to him so daringly. She needed him just as bad, even if it hadn’t been so long for her.
She’d had other men, but they didn’t compare to Jamal.
When they rid him of his jeans, she found his lewdly sized dick swelling through his boxer-briefs. Such a behemoth of a man, he’d certainly lost none of his size in the intervening years. If anything, she swore that bulge was bigger, and when she pulled his dick free of its confines, to see its immense, veiny shaft, throbbing so full of life, she felt she was either going mad or simply it’d been too damn long since she’d last been with him.
But as she found herself enraptured by that glorious manhood of his, he was groping at her ass, rolling his thumbs along the waistband of her panties then peeling the garment away as he tried so desperately to get at her femininity.
He unveiled that shaved pussy, already slick and rouged with her arousal, and she quickly stepped out of her panties as well.
She looked at him, almost in disbelief, as her fingers went to his member, wrapping around him so gingerly as she stroked back his foreskin.
“I’m on the pill,” she said, as her feet went back into her heels, leaving her bare except for them and her top, and she turned to face the wall, legs spreading as she looked over her shoulder at him.
Jamal had always been a careful man. They’d partied and done wild things in their younger years, but he always made sure she was safe. Never going bareback with anyone but him. Always clean and protected.
The old him would’ve made sure she’d kept to that first before he did anything. At the very least. But four years apart wore away any worries. Or perhaps he simply committed himself to throwing all in with her regardless of any other possibilities.
He merely took hold of her hips and waist with one hand, then grasped his dick with the other.
The tip of his cock was a deep, dark purple, and gleamed with pre-cum. He pressed the bulbous crown up against her folds, and without any hesitation, any doubts, he speared it up into her, thick and raw.
He let loose such a deep, loud moan of pleasure as he felt those walls close in around his cock, and the mighty man was nearly felled by the incredible pleasure of her body.
She didn’t hold back either, her ass pressing into his hips as she let out a loud growl, her entire body prickling with need and lust. Her flesh was so warm, her pussy so very wet.
“Jamal,” she hissed, and even saying his name made her quiver and her pussy throb.
He grasped a hold of her hip tighter, bu
t with the other hand now free, he reached up her top and pulled down the cup of her bra to manhandle that breast of hers. He squeezed its thick, supple flesh and began to pump his cock into her. Nothing else mattered anymore but the grind and thrust of their two bodies.
He was loud and unrestrained, filling the empty club with the sounds of his deep, husky moans as he began to pound against her ass, making those thick cheeks ripple with each thrust in. She could feel the incessant throb of his manhood. Again and again it stretched the walls of her cunny wider than they had been in years.
Her screams and cries grew as all that tension worked its way out of her shoulders, filled instead with such absolute lust and need.
He simply felt... right. Good. He was what she’d been seeking for so long, finally returned to her, and she nearly trembled with climax instantly. Instead, it built within her, growing more and more intense as her nipples stiffened, her cunny throbbed around his large, stiff member.
Jamal was unable to hold back as well as her, so many years without the comfort of a woman’s flesh, he was bent over her form, pounding her cunt and then… he came hard. Though he was wild with lust, and he hammered his dick into her without interruption, spurting his seed deep inside her as he felt his balls tighten and disgorge their essence.
He never stopped, never missed a beat. Years of long, unresolved desire for her pushed him with a deep fanaticism and he plowed into her pussy with more vigor than a young man half his age.
“Oh God,” she screamed, that pounding driving her wild as his hips smacked against her ass. He felt unreal, and all of their history, all of that buildup, sought to raise her up higher and higher.
For a moment, she thought that perhaps her orgasm was ebbing, disappearing from her, but then it struck out with all the power of a lightning bolt. It would have made her fall, helpless, to her knees if she wasn’t being held up by his powerful grip, hammered into the wall.
Instead her legs trembled along with the rest of her, throwing her head back in a scream.
Yet her beloved Jamal refused to relent, he kept her there, his two strong hands grasping her tight, commanding her to stand still before him as he pummeled her. Even with the aid of her stilettos, he had to bend his knees to really hammer his manhood into her. The wet sounds of their loins slapping filling the air.
He bent over her back, panting and moaning into her ear as his dark, gravelly voice tickled her eardrums.
“I came out of that prison with an ache in my groin like you wouldn’t believe,” he growled, “but I knew no woman out there could sate it. Not as long as you were out there with this tight little cunt of yours, waiting for me to come back and fill it.”
That dark whisper sent another electric shudder through her. Her fingers dug into the wall, and every part of her body felt so alive. Her throat warbled, rubbed raw from all of her moaning and panting, but she wouldn’t succumb or pull away from him.
She wanted him. She wanted what they had before.
Jamal was bent on rekindling all they had before and then some, if she were to judge by the way he hammered her pussy. How he squeezed and groped at her thick, round tit with the enthusiasm of a boy who’d just got a hold of his first real one, and the expertise of a man who’d fondled and sampled many of the very best.
He groaned and roared loudly, jolting her whole body and pounding her to the wall tight and hard. His rock solid body was all about her, keeping her increasingly pinned to that wall as he pounded her.
“I wanna feel this lil’ pussy of yours cum for me again,” he growled, and she felt his hand move from her hip towards her mons. “I wanna remind it of all its fuckin’ missed these years,” he said before biting her ear and suckling her lobe into his mouth as his long finger reached down and began to circle her sensitive clit.
She was still spasming with the aftershocks of earlier, and that hand touching against the pulsing, pounding nub was almost too much. She was so slick and he was able to glide over it so readily, and her entire body shivered, harder and harder.
And then she couldn’t hold back or resist any longer, her pussy throbbing and milking him as his cum squelched against her reddened labia. She twitched and jerked, her scream warbling.
Then remarkably he toppled into that blissful state with her for a second time. That thick, dark shaft spurting its seed yet again, filling her up as he let loose a bellowing moan of sheer pleasure. He was lost in rapture inside her, gone wild with his lust, his love for her.
Time lost all meaning, and they were sweating, panting messes, bent over against the wall, bodies intertwined. Jamal kissed at her neck with such fond devotion. No, lust hadn’t betrayed them, neither had love. Each of those kisses was laced with his devotion.
She had no idea how she could pick herself up after something like that. It had been so intense, leaving her entire body a quivering mess. She wanted the freedom to just roll over and bask in the afterglow, to feel out his body and get reacquainted with the harder muscles, the beefier limbs, his gorgeous face.
Yet there was no part of her that regretted what they’d just done.
Jamal took that time after their tryst to feel out her body, to reacquaint himself with her as she wished to do with his. Those strong hands groping, squeezing, fondling her. And just as she felt him pull back and thought it was over, he pushed back in again, starting up a slower pace.
The moment, however, was broken by the man clearing his throat loudly. And though Angela couldn’t see him, she could feel the awkwardness in his voice.
“I’ve been waiting over half an hour,” he called out, his voice echoing through the club. “Not to rush you, but… I have other appointments to make.”
“Fuck,” she hissed, anger in her tone more than embarrassment. She wanted to stay there forever. Just her and Jamal, worshipping each other once more.
She couldn’t move, pinned between him and the wall, and she took in a deep breath.
“Yeah,” Jamal called out, his voice hoarse and gravelly as he reached down to cup at her cunny, “we’ll be takin’ it.” He pulled his thick, long member from out of her, that sleek, glistening shaft leaving her so empty. Yet he considerately cupped her pussy, collected the thick drool of his seed on his palm instead of letting it splatter onto her jeans and panties below.
He pulled a kerchief out of his blazer pocket and used that to help tidy her if only a little.
“We’ll be down in a minute,” Jamal added, leaning in and kissing her lips lovingly.
She kissed him back, eyes fluttering open as she looked at him with such affection. She took the kerchief from him, and did her best to quickly tidy herself up before kicking off her heels and pulling up her panties and jeans.
It was so unexpected and inevitable at the same time, and she rolled her shoulders as she very nearly blushed at him.
After doing up his own pants and shirt again, he cupped her cheek with his clean palm, stroked his thumb over her smooth skin and smiled at her. So much fondness and love etched into that stony, stoic face of his in a way that was pure Jamal.
“Come on,” he husked lowly. “We’ve got a club to buy for ourselves,” excitement edging into his voice once more.
She looked up at him with so much love in her gaze she thought she might break. Instead she stepped into her shoes, fixing his shirt a little bit.
“I can’t believe we’re really doing this,” she said softly, excitement warping her lips into a smile.
“It’s just the beginnin’, babe,” he said to her, somehow looking even more cool and in control than ever since he got his rocks off in her. “C’mon, I wanna see your name on the dotted line,” he stated with a wry smile just for her as he reached down and took hold of her hand.
Her fingers laced into his, her shoulder pressing into his bicep as she squeezed his palm excitedly.
Fear and excitement wound within her, but she trusted in the decision.
Chapter 11
There it was; her signature right next to J
amal’s on the contract. Co-owners. One hundred percent official.
Jamal handed her a copy as the broker left them to the club. It was theirs entirely, keys in hand and everything. Throughout that brief exchange, she felt her phone vibrate a few times, but she didn’t want anyone or anything to ruin her special moment, and had shut off the phone without so much as seeing who it was calling and texting.
“She’s ours now,” Jamal said, looking around the big empty club with a smile, then back to her with an even bigger one.
Yet they both knew that it meant, more than anything, work. Somehow they had to push aside their lust, find time for it amidst their new business.
She took a step inwards, towards the pole. She was tempted to try it out, but resisted, turning back to face him.
“Now to hire some contractors,” she grinned.
His own full lips crooked up high into a grin in return, and he stepped in towards her, nice and close. He reached out, took her hands and squeezed them in his.
“Right to it,” he said in a low voice. “Not even a night to celebrate?” he asked, head tilted just so, a singular brow raised as if in challenge to her. Daring her to do anything but cave in for the night. Let their tryst upstairs become something a little longer, deeper.
“The foundation is going to be the thing that sets us on track,” she said, her eyes avoiding his. Everything in her screamed to just take him home, rediscover his gorgeous body, but she didn’t want to already toss away her new responsibilities as if they were secondary.
He was disappointed. There was no denying that. It was plain to see.
He stepped in, put his arms around her, held her against him as he leaned down and kissed her dark hair.
“We’ll call the contractors, schedule things,” he said firmly, as if it were his idea and not hers, “but then you’ll come with me. We just started a new life together. Right after finding one another again. There’s nothin’ I’ve ever experienced more worthy of celebration,” he said in a low husk, holding her supple body in his arms tightly.