His Mistress

P R O L O G U E

"You keep saying that shit but you don't mean it Tyrell. You don't fucking mean it. It's been a year! When are you going to let her go?" said a now crying Essence.

"You know I can't do that baby. She'll take me for everything I have." "I don't care Tyrell, you need to fucking divorce her. I'm sick and tired of your shit! You keep saying how you not gon' keep breaking my heart, how you gon' do right by me. How you gon' leave her, so we can be together the right way."

"Baby I love you, not her. I'm gonna leave her when the time is right. Just be patient with me." "Well when you figure out when the time right, you let me know. I'm tired of your bullshit ass lines. Get the fuck out my house. NOW."

"No Baby, I'm not letting you go, ever in my life. I love you too much" Tyrell slowly, but surely walked over to her. He knew that he was her weakness. Essence started backing away saying, "No Tyrell, leave my house now".

He ignored her protest, and picked her up while he pinned her against the wall. She started squirming. "Stop it, let me down now!" He still ignored her, he started kissing, sucking, and biting on her neck. As much as she wanted to deny it, it felt good. It's been a week since she felt those lips on her. She honestly missed it. She couldn't let him see that she was loving what he was doing though. "S-stop it. Please, Tyrell, p-please, stop i-it."

He started to rub on her womanhood, "You sure baby? You really want me to stop?" He moved that black and red lacey thong to the side that he grew very fond of, and stuck two fingers inside of her. She was dripping like a faucet.

"How are you going to tell me to stop baby? You're already dripping wet for me." and she was. She was so wet for him. She couldn't control the way her body responded to him. Faster, harder, slower, he went with his fingers. "Come on baby, cum for daddy." and she did. She came. So hard.

She hated how much she loved him. "I-i hate you. So much. I hate y-you" "I know baby, I love you too." He picked her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her to the master bedroom. As he laid her down, he got between her legs and started kissing all over her.

He made his way down and slid her panties off. He placed multiple kisses on her treasure and her inner thighs, then he made his way back up. He was face to face with his dinner for the night. It looked so tasty. He was determined to make her squirm with desire and scream his name tonight. He needed to show her how sorry he was. He was sorry for feeding her the same lies over and over again. He loved her so much. Ever since he met her, he thought it was love at first sight. Her beautiful skin, her brown eyes, and so many curves. She was independent, and beautiful, and sexy.

Unlike his wife. His wife, she was a piece of work. She had graduated college, but never put her degree to use. Since they had gotten married, she depended on him. All she did was sit on her lazy ass all day at home, and spend his money while he was out working all day. She hardly ever cooked. Their marriage was just plain boring. Now, in the beginning of the relationship, when they had first got engaged, she was what he wanted. She cooked, cleaned, worked, and on top of all that, their sex was mind-blowing. He wondered if getting married at 21 was the right thing to do.

After 4 years of marriage, she stopped cooking most time, she hired maids, quit her job, and the sex was unpleasant.

She couldn't even ride him like he wanted anymore. Another reason why he so badly wanted to be married to Essence. Sex with her was so good. She was a freak for him, and him only.

She was so adventurous. Over the year that they had been been together, they had managed to become members of the mile high club, they'd had sex in his car, her car, all over her house, in him and his wife's bed, in the movie theater, Victoria Secrets, and so many other places.