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  “That's what I thought! So why in the FUCK do you keep giving it to him?” He growled as he wrestled to his knees, snatched his pants open and buried his hard nine inches of molten hot steel into her wet grotto. “You belong to me! I am Prince Fabian Fabre′ and I fucking do not share anything! Especially not my pussy! Do you understand?” He asked as he pounded her unmercifully.

  Hanging on to her ankles for dear life she accepted his scowling and his pounding. What else could she do? She was in a vulnerable position and she was as wrong as two dicks on one man. Actually that could work, but anyway she was wrong for stringing him along for so many damn years.

  If there was ever any doubt who she wanted to spend the rest of her life with it was immediately dispelled. “This pussy is yours. I'm yours! I love you and I will never make you share me again!” She screamed loudly and definitively as she squirted her juices all over his hard dick.

  Her juices where hot and careened down her thighs as Fabian continued to wreck shit in Ladytown. Yes, she said what he wanted to hear, but he had heard it all before. Showing her no damn mercy he entered the Erotic Zone and he showed his natural born French- African ass!

  He fucked her harder and pumped faster. Her climax intensified and barreled over her in and unending squall of pleasure. Two humps and a bump from an epic second release she clamped down hard on his dick with her pussy in an attempt to counter his assault.

  “Ah fucking shit, that's it! We're fucking now!” Fabian snorted as he bent her over further. Grabbing her by her small waist he lifted her from the floor and hammered her even harder as he slammed that big dick of his into her slick pussy.

  Losing control again, she struggled to scream out, but sound would not come. Either that or she was screaming at a frequency and pitch so high that it could only be heard by dogs. She had never seen Fabian so crazed with animalistic lust. He was like a damn madman who had never had pussy before in his damn life.

  Stroke after stroke he went balls deep. Plundering her pussy and hammering her G- spot he continued to fuck her silly until she succumbed to her second release. Momentarily seeing stars and briefly losing consciousness she was overtaken and left twitching, trembling and hanging like a rag doll in his arms.

  Suddenly Fabian released a deafening growl that closely mimicked the sound of a wounded wild mythical beast. His body stiffened and his stroke became oddly erratic and off beat. Seconds later he pounded her violently as he screamed loud like a conquering caveman who had just defeated a dinosaur. He was coming and he was coming hard.

  She tried to brace herself but she had nothing to hold on to. Digging her finger nails into his forearm she held on to him as he wrestled with the monster of an orgasm that slapped him hard against the rough side of Pleasureville. His semen flooded her womb, a stalk reminder that in their passion they neglected to use protection. But she didn't give a good damn! He was hers and finally she could concede that she was his.

  Chapter 5 EJ

  EJ rolled over to find herself alone in bed as usual. She stared blankly at the pillow where Paul should rightfully be. Tears swell quickly in her eyes and a lump formed deep in her throat as she tried to suppress her emotions. Seven damn years had passed since he was killed and she still had this God awful damn dream that he was lying in her bed and proposing marriage.

  “Why can't I get pass this man God? Please don't let me live another hour in regret. I just can't do it!” EJ felt the room close in on her as she unraveled like a cheap, second hand crocheted bikini, hit by a rough wave. “Damn it I can't do it anymore! Send me somebody, anybody Lord to take the sting of this man out of my heart! Please God Please! Cause I can't live another single second without him. I just can't!” She screamed.

  Prissy and the twins, EJ's and Paul's daughters were in the kitchen making pancakes when they heard her cries for divine intervention. It was a sound that they had unfortunately become all too familiar with. The three of them looked at each other and tried to pretend they didn't hear her. They knew she just needed a moment to vent and then she'd be okay. For some reason recovery wasn’t coming quick enough and her outburst was beginning to disturb the girls.

  “Aunt Prissy why won't Daddy just come and see about Mommy?” Paris asked as her eyes glassed over with tears.

  “Cause he's busy in America working hard, Paris! You know this. Why do you keep asking the same dumb questions?” Parisa answered before Prissy could speak. “Isn't that right Aunt Prissy?”

  Now that same hard lump choked the life out of Prissy. She couldn't stand any of it a second longer. She hated lying to the girls about their father, but EJ adamantly refused to tell them that Paul was dead. They were seven now and Prissy felt that they needed to know the truth, that Daddy was never coming home. She went along with it at first because she hoped and prayed that EJ would find a substitute father for the girls and the sting of his absence wouldn't be so tremendous. Unfortunately, EJ wouldn't even consider dating another man.

  “This shit has to end and it has to end today!” Prissy hissed beneath her breath. “Look wait here girls I'll go check on Mommy. Stir the batter and get rid of all the lumps okay?”

  “I still don’t see why Daddy can't take a vacation and spend some time at home for once?” Paris continued.

  “Shut Up Paris! Don't you get it Daddy doesn't love us anymore!” Parisa countered.

  Prissy heard her. “Stop it! Don't you ever say that again! Your Daddy loves you so much. He would defy God and the devil just to see your pretty little faces. Do you understand me! No one could ever love you and Mommy more than Daddy. You'll see! One day you're no just how much your Daddy truly loves you. If he could be here he would be. So stop talking like that, okay Parisa?” Prissy stared the seven year old in her face and waited for an answer. Tears kissed her faced and rolled down her cheeks as she pleaded with her namesake to believe her. “Okay Parisa?”

  “Yes Aunt Prissy.” She conceded as she wiped the corners of her eyes.

  Prissy gathered the two girls in her arms and kissed both of them on their wet, tear stained cheeks. “Good! Let me go get Mommy so we can have some pancakes! I'll be right back.”

  Prissy ran down the hall to EJ's room. The two of them shared a Duplex and responsibility of taking care of the girls. She loved EJ more than she could love any one on earth but damn it, enough was a damn enough! Snatching EJ's bedroom door open she burst in and locked it behind her.

  EJ was in full on tantrum mode at this point. She was slinging and throwing and tossing any and everything she could get her hands on. Stuff was every damn where. The room was in complete shambles.

  “Stop it right now! Stop it! You are upsetting the girls!”

  “I can't, I just can't live without him! I tried Priss, God knows I tried! But I can't I just can't!”

  “Stop talking like that you have no choice. Just calm down. Okay?”

  “No! I do have a choice.” She said as her eyes pleaded with Prissy to say that it was okay.

  “You don't have a damn choice! No, and stop talking like that! You are hysterical and you don't know what you are saying. Things will get better.”

  “How Priss? How? Huh? Paul's gone and he's never coming back and I have two not one but two daughters that keep asking for their father. So tell me, how is this shit going to get any better? Huh Priss?”

  “EJ I don't really know! I just know that it will!”

  “Oh you don't know huh?” EJ sobbed. “What do you know huh Priss? Like I thought... You don't know Shit!” Prissy was silent she knew that EJ was just venting. She bite her lip and willed herself not to speak as tears burned her cheeks like acid. “Well, let me tell you what I know Priss! Okay?”

  “EJ please stop.” She begged as the pain of losing her twin brother strangled her and threatened to choke the life out of her.

  “No! Let me tell you what I know! Your brother, my damn Baby Daddy ruined my FUCKING LIFE! That's what I know! Okay? And it's not going to be all fucking right! Never! Never, ever a
gain will it be all right! So don't ever, ever, ever say that bullshit again.”

  “OH FUCKING NO YOU JUST DIDN'T!” Prissy hissed so the girls could not hear their fight. “My brother ruined your life, Huh? Well there are two of the prettiest little angels that ever descended from heaven in that kitchen that carry my brothers DNA! My brother, your Baby Daddy did not abandon you by choice! Okay? He was killed at twenty two fucking years old! He never wanted any of this damn bullshit for you EJ! He fucking loved you and you fucking know it!”

  “Priss I never said he didn't...” EJ began to back pedal, recognizing that Prissy was pissed to the nth fucking power.

  “Shut the FUCK UP! I'm talking. Paul worshipped your ass! All you had to do was tell him that you were pregnant! But no! You ran to Paris and me like a little dumb ass followed you and kept your damn secret! My brother died never even knowing he was going to be a father. So don't fucking ever, ever, ever, ever say that my brother did anything to you except worship the ground you walked on! Do you understand?”

  EJ was quite as reality hit her. She looked around the room and realized what a damn mess she had made of their Saturday. She immediately begin to pick up things and straighten up the room.

  “DO YOU U-N-D-E-R-S-T-A-N-D?” Priss asked as she confronted EJ, drawing the words out for emphasis.

  “Yes! Okay! Yes, I'm sorry I was just upset. You know I didn't mean it Priss. I'm sorry... Please forgive me okay?” She begged as she dropped everything and hugged Prissy tight. “You've been a God send. I couldn't do this, any of this without you. Okay? Are we okay?”

  Priss sighed as tears burst from her eyes at an alarming pace. “Yeah! We're good. I just... I miss him too! And I can't for the life of me wrap my mind around the fact that I'll never see him again. I just can't.”

  EJ held her tight and let her cry. Priss had grown callous, tough as a snail shell from the second she found out Paul had been killed. They had their struggles over Teddy as well and she felt guilty that she was harboring some bullshit animosity when he died. She'd give anything to talk to him just one more time. Still over the years she forgave herself and realized that Paul loved her enough to forgive her as well.

  A faint knock could be heard at the locked door. “Mommy, Aunt Prissy the pancake batter is ready.” Parisa announced.

  “Are you okay Mommy?” Paris asked.

  “Yes babies! Mommy and Aunt Prissy will be right out! Right Aunt Prissy!”

  Prissy wiped her face with her hands. “Yes we’re on our way!”

  Prissy looked at EJ. They nodded simultaneously. “I need you to say it.”

  EJ smiled. “Everything is going to be okay.”

  “Great, now let’s go finish making breakfast! I have to get packed and get to Austin’s before one o'clock. He threatened to leave me if I didn't.”

  “He loves you. You know that right?” EJ asked as she stared her best friend in the eyes.

  “Yeah... I know. EJ I think he's going to ask me to marry him.”

  “Oh I know he's going to ask you to marry him.” EJ giggled.

  “How do you know that?”

  “He told me.” She snickered. “The question is what are you going to say?”

  “I don't know. I mean... I don't want to hurt him.”

  “Prissy! You'll destroy him if you say no. I think you should say yes! He's a really nice guy and admittedly, one of the finest white men I've ever met.”

  Prissy snickered. “He is fine as hell and got a big old kielbasa for a dick. You know how I love the thick ones!”

  “Okay TMDI! Too Much Damn Information! Prissy say yes! Please say yes! He's good with you and he's good for you. And the girls and I absolutely adore him. Okay?” EJ pleaded.

  Prissy looked at EJ for a long breath and nodded. “Alright... I'm going to say yes on one condition. I want to prove to you that we can move on and be happy. So I'll say yes if you agree to start dating.”

  “What? Hell no! I'm not ready for all that!” EJ shook her head indicating she wasn't with it. “No Damn Way!

  “Yes! Say yes and I'll say yes to Austin! I didn't say you had to screw anybody just go on a few dates. That's all that you have to do. Okay? I'll say yes if you do.” Prissy bargained. “If not we'll just be two bitter old maids living together, scooping cat shit out of litter boxes and our hair until we die. So what's it going to be?”

  “You know that I'm allergic to cats!” EJ protested.

  “Then I suggest you’ll start dating, or you’re going to be one itchy, frigid bitch!” Prissy laughed.

  “Oh alright! What the hell... Okay, no sex, just a few dates. I can do that!” EJ agreed.

  “Best Friends swear?” Prissy asked as she held out her pinky finger.

  “Best Friends swear!” EJ agreed as she hooked her right pinky finger around Prissy's and they shook three times before hugging each other tight to seal the deal.

  It was official, Prissy was getting engaged and EJ was going to start accepting dates and the world as they knew it would never be the same again.

  Chapter 6 Armani

  “So, how are the wedding plans coming along?” Fabian asked as he took a sip of his beer before nodding at a beautiful young woman that was eyeing him from the bar.

  “She's kind of cute.” Armani chuckled as he turned to take a glance at what had caught his brother’s eye.

  “Fuck cute! I'm holding out for spectacular!” Fabian quickly responded. “Speaking of spectacular, what's up with you and Charmayne? Is there finally going to be a wedding this time?”

  Armani sighed deeply and wiped his brow before speaking. “You're my brother right?”

  Fabian laughed. “What? Yeah, the last time I checked?”

  “Can I be honest with you?” Armani nervously asked. “You have to promise me that you won't say anything to anyone about this. Okay?”

  “Sure, but please don't tell me that you are gay or even worse you’re getting cold feet again.” Fabian chuckled as he leaned closer to his brother. “What's wrong?”

  Armani blew out a long big breath. “Whew this is a lot harder to admit out loud than I thought.”

  “Ah shit! Dam! You are gay. I knew it!” Fabian sighed.

  “Fuck you!” Armani laughed. “You know damn better than that.”

  “Then what is it?” Fabian looked concerned for his brother. “Are you in some kind of trouble, Armani?”

  “No, not really... It's just that... God I can't even say it... Hell, I don't know where to even start.”

  “Start anywhere! Just start, because you are starting to worry me. Okay, so just count to three and blurt it out.”

  Armani eyed his brother, “I can trust you right?”

  “Oh come on man? Yes! Of course you can! Just tell me what's going on so we can get it straightened out.” Fabian coached.

  “Okay here I go... One, two, three... I think I'm in love with another woman.”

  “Damn! I was not expecting that bullshit! Come on man! I thought you were reformed from all that skirt chasing bullshit! Seriously, Armani? You're kidding right?” Fabian asked completely blown away.

  “I wish I was but that's not all of it.” He confessed.

  “Damn there's more? Oh hell no! Please don't tell me she's pregnant? Dad's going to shit a cow! You know that right?”

  “Calm down. She's not pregnant.”

  “Whew! Thank God for small miracles!” Fabian relaxed back in the seat. “So what's the rest of it? You're not in love with my woman are you?”

  Armani chuckled. “Bitch please! Hardly! Which one as a matter fact?”

  “Hey! I've narrowed the field down to just one! And as soon as she gets out of the situation she's in we are getting married.” Fabian nodded.

  “Situation huh?” Okay! I'm not even going to ask. I'm happy for you! That's a big step for you. You're finally growing up. Congrats!” Armani replied as he slapped hands with his brother.

  “Yeah, imagine that. I'm, growing up the same time that you're losing
your damn mind.” Fabian chuckled.

  “Funny you should say that... Sometimes I think I am losing my mind. So, look... There's this woman that just haunts my damn every waking thought. She’s an incredible woman that can be nothing less than a figment of my over active imagination. Fabian, she's so dam beautiful. Long dark brown hair with auburn highlights.... Long toned tight body that makes your dick hard just thinking about it!”

  “Nice, real fucking nice!” Fabian closed his eyes to envision the woman Armani was describing.

  “Warm butterscotch complexion with steel blue eyes that are so mesmerizing they stop you in your tracks at a single glance.”

  “Blue eyes? Is this girl white? I mean not that it matters, but... Is she?” Fabian interrupted.

  “No, she's a sistah. I think she's American.”

  “Hold up what do you mean you think? Don't you know?”

  “No, I never really asked. Hell, we never really talk; we just get right to it. And oh man! Can this woman satisfy a man? Pussy that just... Wraps around your dick and just grips it like it was custom made for it!”

  “DAMN! It's like that and shit?”

  “Exactly like that! This woman has me going out my damn mind trying to find her.” Armani revealed as he took a big gulp of his beer. “I got to find her and I'm not going to even consider marrying anyone else until this woman tells me no.”

  Fabian looked confused. “Where did she go? I mean, how did you lose track of her? Don't you have a number an address or something?”

  “Naw, shit I don't even know her damn name.”

  Fabian tilted his head in total disbelief. “You fucked somebody and didn't bother to ask her name? What the fuck?”

  “I never got a chance...”

  “Hold the hell up! You fucked her more than once and still don't know her name.”

  “She will not tell me her name.”

  “Where the hell did you meet a girl like that? Just fuck you silly and don't even bother to tell you her name, her number her nothing! Hell you can't even look her ass up on Facebook. What the fuck?” Fabian laughed heartily. “That's a playas dream right there! No damn strings at all!”