Kelsey's fingers grazed the edge of Shamar's jaw as he hovered over her, his body a fortress shielding her from the outside world. She had seen the devil in him more times than she could count—his ruthlessness, his cold efficiency, his unapologetic dominance—but somehow, she had still found heaven in his arms.
One arm rested above her head as he balanced himself, his left hand holding her thigh. Shamar's strokes were gentle but deep as he split her open. Closing her eyes, she dug her nails deeper into his arm as she felt her climax building.
His pace steady, Shamar kissed and sucked his way from her neck to her collarbone. Her moans in his ear, almost angelic. The sounds her pussy made when he went deeper, almost musical. This was Shamar's morning routine—because if his day didn't begin and end with Kelsey, the whole world might have to pay for it.
Releasing her leg, he braced himself on his forearms, diving deeper with unrelenting focus, claiming every bit of her treasure, each stroke making her wetter than before. The muffled groans he tried to hold back only fueled her fire. Kelsey knew her face was twisted, because the way that man made her body feel fucked with her mentally, spiritually, emotionally and physically. The way he thrusted his way between her legs, she could feel every muscle working to dive to the deepest depths of her soul.
Kelsey came hard. Then harder, her nails clawing deeper into his flesh the harder she came. As if she wasn't already losing all mental stability this nigga had the audacity to start grinding in circles, in and out of her as she coated his dick with the sweetest parts of her.
"God!" She pleaded, positive he had snatched what was left of her soul. Picking up his pace, Shamar hovered over her as he began to beat away at the soft gushiness of her walls. Her moans increasing in pitch, she was on the verge of tears.
The aggressive grunts in the back of his throat each time he met the back of her pussy let her know he wasn't far behind her. Feeling her second and final climax coming on, Kelsey's legs wrapped around her husbands waist. Pulling him closer and deeper. "Fuck!" he whispered to himself, as he felt her inner walls squeezing him even tighter. She could feel the hardness of his dick pulsating inside of her, letting her know the job was done.
Shamar rolled off of her and on to his side, his eyes closed as he contemplated going back to sleep. But he could feel Kelsey's eyes on him without even looking.
"Why you lookin' at me like that?" he asked, his voice low and gruff
"Like what?" she shot back, her lips curving in a small, knowing smile.
"Like you don't know what you do to me."
Her laughter was soft, her eyes studying every feature of his face. Like she would be quizzed on it later. She took in every detail. "But I do," she whispered, her voice tinged with both defiance and affection. "And I'm not apologizing for it."
"Good," Shamar murmured, pulling her closer. His lips pressing into hers, slow and possessive, like he was reminding her exactly who she belonged to.
Kelsey kissed him back with the same raw intensity, her fingers tangled in the melanated coils of his taper fade, pulling him closer like she couldn't get enough. She wasn't blind to what being with Shamar Carter meant—the pain, the heartbreak, the sacrifices. But she also knew the flip side: the love that hit deep, the loyalty that may have bent but never folded, the kind of protection that made her feel untouchable. And she'd decided long ago—it was a price she was more than willing to pay.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, and his fingers traced the curve of her jaw. "You ain't never goin' nowhere, Kels. You hear me?"
She smiled, her voice a whisper but clear. "Never."
