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Mafia!Terry Richmond x Black!OC Marina Evans

Warnings: Death, Murder, 18+ CONTENT, mentions of drugs

A/n: Hiii I hate this took so long but I had the worst block😭I hope yall still love this!

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3:00 a.m. the hours of the devil and true sinners. Terry didn’t want to leave Marina but the likeliness of Scotty had to be dealt with. Terry had left mouths open before and he wasn’t a fan of doubling back to shut them. Close their mouths for good right where they stand and zero problems arise for you in the future. Zero problems meant nothing in the way of him and Marina. Zero problems meant she stayed safe and away from this lifestyle…her safety his top priority. He would do anything to keep her safe and happy, out of the crossfires of his life. It was so obvious how high on her he was; his brain repeating her name over and over in his mind on a constant repeat. His eyes remembered every twitch her lips made before she smiled.His hands greedily itching to touch her skin.

He was on a high he had no plans on mentioning to anyone else. There weren’t very many people he did trust—would trust with knowing about her. His security detail was posted outside her job and home. They knew to immediately report everything to him. Even if a leaf blew in her face and made her sneeze, he wanted to know.Their lives depended on her being safe at all times. The message from Semaj proved his growing suspicions of Scotty. He knew a junkie couldn’t be trusted, they would sell you to the highest bidder and not think twice about it. He could’ve talked to anyone. Told them anything about him…no telling how many times he’d seen Terry and Marina out together. Just the thought of it made him grip his steering wheel tighter, the leather of the steering wheel burning into the palm of his hands.

He whipped into the front entrance of the warehouse before exiting his X6. His shoulders tight with pent up energy and his mind racing a mile a minute; walked right into the building. Semaj,Terry's cousin, was the first to greet him. Shaking his bloodied knuckles before wiping them off with a nearby towel. His usually goofy cousin had no smirk or smile anywhere near his face, instead a pronounced scowl was in its place. One of Terry's favorite things about him, he knew there was a time and place for games and right now was not the time for jokes.

“Man T…unless you got another way to get this nigga to crack, you wasting your time even coming here. We tried everything man.”

Terry looked at his cousin a little sideways at first before turning his attention to a spot on the wall. “Wasted time? Nothing is wasted time when my money and personal life is involved…oh he’ll talk or it’s his funeral. Which in his case was getting planned anyways..I look like I crawled out of bed for nothing or did I come here for answers? I could care less about his suddenly shut lips, I’ll pry them open if I have to.”

Semaj let air blow from his nose before nodding at his cousin. He knew there was no arguing or redirecting Terry when he was in this mode. He had complete tunnel vision and right now an opposition sat tied up only twenty feet ahead of him. He slid a small baggy from his pocket and walked forward, he had one trick up his sleeve he knew for sure they hadn’t pulled yet and he would do whatever. Blue and Prime acknowledged him with head nods before stepping out of his way and allowing him to step in front of Scotty.

“Scotty my man…got some new shit in for you to try. Guaranteed to blow your damn socks off man..but you know I never give shit without taking first. You know why they fuck you’re here, so we can skip the odd introductions.”

Terry sprinkled a small line of white powder onto the back of his closed fist and watched Scotty spring up eagerly in the seat like a starved dog to a bone. “Aht aht you heard me, you give then I’ll start doing the same. Start talking. Now!”

The older man spat a glob of saliva and blood a little too close to Terry's shoes and he couldn’t stop the slap that Prime placed on his face. It was out of turn and a distraction to Terry but he couldn’t be mad at him. They respected him as their boss and to step to him or disrespect him in any way was to do the same to them.

“You wanna get smacked the shit out of again? If your answer is no I’d get to talking..I ain’t got all night.”

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Terry loosened the tie around his neck and poured another glass of the honey flavored brown liquor. His red eyes are an indication of how much alcohol floated in his system. The sun was beginning to rise in the sky and the time read six thirty a.m. He wanted to go back to her, to get back in bed next to her like everything was fine—but he couldn’t. He was so annoyed with himself; so embarrassed. So damn reckless with her life . And yet he knew he still couldn’t stay away from her…didn’t want to. He went back and forth in his mind as his finger twirled around the rim of the glass. Am I selfish? No i'm not selfish..but my actions say otherwise? On a loop it went

until his body was too warm from the liquor. His dizzy steps took him to a back room within the warehouse where he had a room and bed set up for times like these. A connecting bathroom and walk-in closet held enough items to get him together when he was in the right state of mind, but for now he wanted rest. A safe respite from Scotty’s words.

“Youu aren’t as secretive as you think you are boy… I watched you sneak around this city with that little news reporter bitch… ahh what’s her name Marie? No… no that’s not it ,Marina! Ahh ding ding ding, that look I gotcha…I gotcha real good. Ain’t got much to say now huh Richmond.”

“Ain’t a matter of who I told..it’s what they plan to do with the information.”

Final words before splattered blood painted his suit. Final words that would haunt him because it was so much worse then what he was expecting. He didn’t beg for his life. Just left this gaping hole of uncertainty around Marina’s life, shit was getting close. Too damn close to the woman he had intense growing feelings for. Security had gotten back to him and let him know that her house was secure, no odd cars. No weird neighbors—nothing. And that’s where they’d be posted until he told them otherwise.

The dark liquor hit him like melatonin and his rigid body sank into the plush mattress. Weary eyeballs dancing behind his lids, searching for that peace and warmth he had grown accustomed to on nights like these. Grown accustomed to her body chasing away all the sins and dark thoughts. The thought of her became just enough to send him off into a deep slumber. Peace be upon him.

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Terry rose back up to the land of the dead around two thirty the next day. Only waking from a call from the pilot letting him know that the jet had been fueled and stocked for tomorrow's flight to New York. He massaged his temples feeling the onset signs of a hangover slipping through, the events that occurred only hours ago egging on a raging headache. He needed painkillers and food; pronto. After completing his hygiene routine he headed to his car. Marina had sent over a series of pictures of her packed suitcases that had put him to shame since he hadn’t started packing a damn thing. Her excitement for the trip was lighting a fire up under his ass that had him hightailing home doing a disrespectful 80 in a 60.

A FaceTime call with Marina with plans of her spending the night at his home tonight and eating in were made. Her input on his outfits were helpful and helped him speed through packing. “Bring that shirt. It brings out your eyes.” “Black shades are kind of your signature and we both know you like to have them when you’re fake paying attention.” He chuckled to himself before propping the phone up on his dresser. “I pay attention to you don’t I?” He watched her reposition the tortoiseshell frames on her face as she stirred her mug of tea.

“You do Smiley, and I appreciate that. Should I drive over orr..?”

“No stay, I’ll come to you. Give me about thirty minutes.”

“Gotcha…see you soon.” She blows a kiss before the call ends prompting him to get up and gather himself. He wanted a proper kiss from her.

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Marina had double checked and triple checked to make sure that she wasn’t forgetting anything. He freshly pressed hair courtesy of her long time hair stylist. She planned to add flexi rods later and leave them in until they arrived in New York. She hadn’t felt this giddy about a man in a while. That fresh new feeling of wanting to genuinely hear from him and caring about his general well being. She had gone through her house the majority of the time after her hair appointment just cleaning and throwing out food she didn’t want in her fridge when she returned.

She pulled her tan cardigan closer over her black romper as she rolled her suitcase to the living room, tossing all her smaller essentials like lipgloss, chargers, and shades into her LV Speedy; a gift courtesy of Smiley. They’d only be looking at around a three hour flight and they were set to board the jet by seven am tomorrow morning. The loud shrill from her phone pulled her from her mental checklist. Her mother’s contact photo showed as she grabbed her phone from the kitchen counter. She hated how tense she’d gotten when she realized who was calling. Her mothers apprehension about the trip was what she didn’t want to hear right now. She was grown and she intended to do as she pleased.

She answered the phone, her mother Zen singing on the other end of the line. “Marina baby..I’m sorry. Baby I love you, you’re young, smart, and you’re established. You’re not a child, I know that..but you’re my child and I’ll always worry about you. I want you to be safe, have fun, and keep me updated. Call me for anything Mari. I mean it.”

Marina sighed to herself in relief. She didn’t want to fight with her mother, that wasn’t the type of relationship they had with each other. “Thanks mom. I promise I’ll be safe..and eventually maybe the two of you can meet? He’s smart, he’s a businessman..donates to charity. He’s sweet to me…I promise you don’t have to worry mommy.”

The conversation with her mother continued for a few more minutes before the two exchanged ‘I love you’s’ and hung up the phone with promises of catching up once Marina returned. The sound of a car door closing made her heart jump a little in her chest. He was here.

And a much needed vacation was something to look forward to. She had been unknowingly stressed from work and all its demands and if she didn’t have to see another newspaper article, she’d be fine with that too.

The sound of her doorbell has her quickly shuffling over to answer the door. Not complaining as Terry quickly pulled her into his embrace for a tight bear hug. Her sighs of content made his chest rumble with a hearty laugh as he walked them backwards into her home. “All packed?” He presses a kiss to her neck lightly, throwing her off her axis a little.

“Don’t you know who you’re talking to? I was packed hours ago, baby.”

He pulls her onto his lap as he sits on her plush cream couch, warm hands rubbing up and down her side. “You excited baby? I have some surprises set up for you on the jet too.”

“I still can’t believe we’re taking a private jet…commercial would’ve been fine with me. You’re spoiling me rotten.”

“You deserve private jet rides and so much more. It’s mine, the least I can do is use it and show you a good time. When you’re with me all you have to do is just be, let me take care of the rest. Give me a kiss.”

She leans forward and his lips meet hers halfway. Her short nails scratched the fine hair near the nape of his neck. The light smacking noises pushed her to get closer to Terry as his hands gripped the flesh of her thighs tightly. He was an excellent kisser, his ability to almost suck all the air from her mouth while simultaneously sucking her tongue into his was mind boggling and she couldn’t stop the grinding motion of her hips.

“Marina sweetheart…I’m not in the shape to deny you anything right now. If you want something from me, take it. We’re always on your time.”

She pulled back slightly and worked her hand into his sweats. Gasping and snatching her hand back but not before he placed it back over his growing bulge. A groan slipped from between his lips as she worked her hand up and down his shaft. He sat back deeper in the couch allowing her full and complete control over him, and it felt good. Such a powerful man at her beck and call and completely under her spell.

“I just wanna play a little…can I?“

“You can do whatever you want. As long as you know when it’s my turn you won’t be able to run. Ever.”

That true raw feeling of being and feeling sexy was running through her veins. It had been far too long since she’d last felt this good. Felt sexy enough to entertain a man the way she wanted to entertain Terry. And still she couldn’t shake the slight nerves that ran through her body. She wasn’t necessarily nervous, just anxious about where the two of them could take it. Though his constant reassurance that they were always on her time did help a lot. Sliding off his nap onto her knees, she watched him nod his head slowly. A quiet reassurance that whatever it was she wanted to do at this moment, he agreed with one hundred percent. Short manicured fingers pulled at the hem of his sweatpants until only his navy boxer briefs were shown.

He was so big. Bigger than anyone she had been with previously and she couldn’t help herself. Not when he stared at her the way he did, bold ever changing eyes boring into hers. Waiting on her next move. Waiting to see how she’d be able to move under his gaze. She had been looking for more with Terry since he devoured her on her couch the day before. His skilled mouth ignited a fire deep within her belly that raged. She wanted it in her mouth. On her tongue, so that her taste buds would remember it for next time.

“I never had plans on running from anything you gave me. Just continue to be your true self to me and nothing will be in our way.”

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True self. She didn’t even know what that entailed and yet she wanted it from him. Yet the truth was he was a killer, a major drug trafficker, and a mafia boss. He could give her a fantasy. Sell her something so far from the truth that she’d never believe it if she heard it. His world killed and devoured the kind hearted, and didn’t think twice about it. But he was still gonna fight for that future with her. Still gonna fight to keep her protected and far from the realities of his lifestyle.

Her warm mouth calmed his racing thoughts. Plush lips welcoming his swollen dick into her hot mouth. The visual was something he wished he could capture and hang from every wall in his home. He would sign everything over to her if she kept sucking him like this. All his real estate, his vehicles, his bank accounts—the offshore ones too. She didn’t know how much he craved her. How he looked at engagement rings in the privacy of his office because he didn’t like the thought of someone else having her for life. Extravagant wedding destinations on beautiful islands and honeymoon villas decked out with their own maid and butler.

Marina Evans had him wrapped tightly around her finger and she was barely beginning to notice. Barely noticing just how much he’d do for her. How much he’d already done in her name. He sat up slightly, pushing her hair from her face. His tongue slithering out his mouth to lick the tears running slowly from the corner of her eyes. The visual of her forcing her mouth further and further down his shaft. The constricting feeling of her throat closing in on him before she spit trickled from the side of her mouth and she pushed away to catch her breath.

“Good girl Mari…always a good girl. That’s why I can’t leave you alone..that’s why I do what I do for you.” A shared kiss between the two made for a premature nut. One that he wasn’t ashamed about. Because she was the cause of it.

“I’m gonna fuck you up and down the state of New York..you hear me? Mm mm don’t shake your head, say it.”

He smeared the saliva around her swollen lips before allowing her a chance to speak, her voice coming out in low rasps. “Yes sir.”

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There was nothing frantic about packing and riding to the Jet the next morning, Marina’s lazy smile, a sign of her sleepiness and eagerness to stay up and sleep throughout the flight. The two of them greeted Gary, the pilot and boarded the decked out jet. Squeals of excitement and good energy oozing from Marina as she threw her arms around Terry, thanking him gracefully for the arrangement of her favorite flowers and fruit.

After sharing fruit and citrusy mimosas Terry had whipped up, the two curled into each other on the king sized bed in the back room. Not long after soft snores were heard from her, the soft breaths fanned over his neck as she nestled closer to him. He eased from the bed slowly knowing that he probably wouldn’t sleep until after they left from the party later that day. His body naturally on edge at the thought of being surrounded by other men of power. Not intimidated, just alert and ready for anything.

The trip had possibilities of being fruitful in one way or another. A possible business partner and someone Terry could say he for sure was curious about meeting. Luca Russo or better known in his country as La Belva meaning The Beast in Italian. A man on top of his game in Sicily,Italy. An elusive barely seen figure so on top of the game that him reaching out to Terry had even shocked him. A connection in a country like Italy would lace his pockets enough for generations to come, easy access to ports and a combination of both men’s brains and brawn would knock out any competition barking from either side. It would be a suicude mission if they ever tried.

Stepping back into the front of the jet with his laptop in hand, he pulled up the cryptic email with instructions for the party. No weapons. No territory beef. No killing—at all whatsoever. These were neutral grounds and if one was to go against any of the listed rules…death would follow soon after. Terry had no plans of dying today or tomorrow by the hand of any man. He was simply better at it than them and his attitude showed it. So if Luca wanted a conversation with him, he’d entertain it. Learn what made him ticked,his weaknesses; because every man had one. An hour left into the flight he began to check in with the company he had booked to surprise Marina. Something lavish and well thought out for her, just before they left for the Black Party.

She deserved this more than anything and it was important to him to ask her to officially be his in this way. Because he had no plans on ever leaving her side and could only hope the fee;imgs were mutual with her. And deep down he felt like they were. Something real. Something peaceful. Something new.

Check in was quick and Terry held her bag as the concierge loaded their suitcases onto the baggage cart, her playful suspicious eyes watching his face for any clue of what was waiting for her in their suite. “ I can't really surprise you if i tell you what it is now can I?”.

“But you know how much I love surprises, you shouldn't have told me…what if I guess and get it right? Is that fair game?” Her relentless behavior entertained him on the elevator ride up to the top floor.

“If you got it right, I simply wouldn't tell you Mari. I'd rather see the look on your face… I promise it's something you’ll love, you trust me right?”

Her bold brown eyes peed up into his and for a moment nothing else really mattered. He would allow himself to feel this as deeply as possible. Allow himself to soak up everything she gave to him, because the feeling he felt inside of him finally had a name—love. He loved her and he was scared and so filled with insecurity that she didn't feel the same way. He didn't believe in putting a time frame on love, humans loved to complicate things so much when they did. He only knew what he felt for her, and that he would do everything to show her he did.

“I trust you more than you know Smiley…thank you so much for this trip. You don't know how much I needed it…how much I'm sure you yourself needed it. You know you can talk to me…if anything is bothering you I mean, I want to be here for you too.”

And he wished he could confide in her about what troubled him, but he'd never trouble his slice of heaven with the deeds of the devil. “I promise if I'm troubled, I'll come to you. But please don't worry about me, I want you to enjoy yourself.”

Off the elevator now and wrapped in each other's embrace, Terry swiftly moves to place his hands over her eyes as they near their suite. Her giggles warmed him as he swiped the slim keycard to push the door open. Doing a onceover with jewel colored eyes one more time before he removed his hands from her eyes. A gasp came from her mouth as her eyes tried to take it all in. He stood off to the side allowing her to take it all in. Trembling fingers read the handwritten letters he had placed in a beautiful envelope, entailing all he felt for her. All the things he wanted to say on this perfect day to solidify them. A bouquet of lilies–one of the many that decorated the room, sat nestled gently in the crook of her arm as she approached him. Tears began to stream down her face as he revealed yet another gift, the velvet box making her choke up a little as he gingerly kissed her fingers softly. The ring in the box cost more than a down payment on a new home, but dollar amounts didn't matter to him when it came to her. The sentiment in itself is so intimate and heartfelt…everything being exactly as he had planned it to be. And this was no engagement ring–no wedding ring, it was something more.

A tether to the kind of love he wanted them to be tied to.

Something that could stand the test and trials of time.

Something he hoped would be enough.

Girlfriend now, Mrs.Richmond in the near future. He'd seen all he needed to when it came to her.

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How the two made it out of their room was a wonder of the world. Once Marina had slipped her sinuous body into the champagne colored dress Terry couldn't control himself. Constantly rubbing and petting at her like a horny teenage boy, his large hands cuffing and gripping any exposed skin he could before placing his lips to her clavicle and lightly sucking. Igniting that fire she always had in her lower belly when he was present. And she was no better, falling ill to bulky muscles underneath his cream suit, rubbing her behind into his crotch on accident anytime she could. Her constant squeezes of his inner thigh and pecks to his jumping carotid artery, was creating a ticking bomb. God bless the housekeepers after they came back that night.

Terry had called for his driver while they were getting ready, the couple sliding into the back of the sleek Rolls Royce. The two share a bubbly glass of champagne before being whisked away to the party. The diamond necklace he'd gifted her recently, sat against her prominent clavicles shimmering and dazzling alongside her bronzy skin. They were amongst the many luxury vehicles pulling into the gated courtyard. Valet designated to each guest, stepping forward along with the drivers to park the expensive automobiles out of the way of the continuous flood of people. Marina gripped Terry’s arm tightly, halfway scared to lose him in the horde. His eyes flicked down towards hers before he gave her a peck on the lips. That reassurance and comfort that he always brought her soothing the light nerves in her belly. A room full of disgustingly rich people oddly made her palms too sweaty. Her energy was anxious…heart beat a little too fast. But she trusted him above all other things, so she grasped his hand and they stepped into a whole other world. His world. One she would learn to navigate.

Chandeliers made of hundreds of crystals hang from the ceiling. Long banquet tables held champagne towers and dishes filled with savory food. A million conversations went on at once

adding a natural buzz to the large room competing with the live classical music. Waiters carried around hors d’oeuvres and Terry made sure to grab a few for he and Marina. Fine dining for criminals was extra, over the top, and well hidden. He cared little for the people in attendance, most just pawns in the grand scheme of it all. Expansion was heavy on his mind. The possibility of billionaire status tasted like sweet pussy on his tongue, Luca was smart to bring up the idea of business together. Nobody else did business like Terry. Clean. Cut. Lethal.

“Buona sera Terry!” The heavy Italian accent pierced through the loud room as the two men joined together at the center of the room to shake hands.

“Not surprised you already knew who I was…pleasure to meet you Luca.”

“Aah I make it my business to know every man I plan to do business with, and you are no exception.“

Standing at six feet, even raven hair slicked back. Luca Russo had no one else to answer to in his country or the next. He was praised and treated like a king in Italy and showing up in America was rare for him. He had people running his operation here and yet…he was here to rub shoulders with Terry.

“Before we slip away to talk business, allow me to introduce you to my beautiful wife. My Tesoro Angel. Angel this is Terry Richmond… real estate, philanthropy, entrepreneurship. He’s a jack of all trades my love…we will make each other even more money.”

Angel Russo was gorgeous with rich mahogany skin and bright perceptive eyes. A knowing smirk gracing her face as she stepped forward, a slender hand reaching out to shake Terry’s outstretched hand. “The pleasure is all mine Terry i've heard so much about you…I had to meet the man my husband has been so eager to meet. And who is this beautiful lady at your side.. my god you're just so radiant.”

“The woman who makes me want to be a better man everyday..Angel this is Marina, Marina this is Angel.”

A look exchanged between the two men, it was brief but in the language they understood. They were not to discuss anything about that side of business around Marina. Angel was no stranger to that look and caught on immediately. Marina didn't know, and it wasn't her place to tell her. “Let's grab some food… I want to pick your brain about this necklace. It's to die for!”

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With their women out of earshot and heading further away from them, the two powerful men began to speak about what Terry couldn't discuss in front of Marina. And Terry would be lying if he said Luca didn't talk a good game. All business in his world was dangerous, and a partnership with the Italians would add another target on his back. But deep down he was far past caring about targets. Far past caring about the nobodies he had long passed up.

“So you're offering me a fifty-fifty cut to ship and distribute my drugs in your country..why? You could have chosen anyone, your own people perhaps.”

“My own people do not possess the ability to push the type of weight I need pushed. When my ear was put to the American streets, it is your name that came up time and time again. Why would I settle when it comes to my money…and more importantly why would you?”

These deals were made with blood and forged under an alliance that would tie the two men together until death bid them both a goodbye. A blood pact. A tradition that would bind the two individuals. And to break one was forbidden. Bandaged hands and talks of Terry going overseas for a more in depth meeting kept them deeply emerged in conversation. Other distros circled around them like hungry vultures. Watching and waiting–some plotting. They knew who the alphas of this world truly were. The men who stood over corpses and toppled greater men than themselves because they were hungry for change–hungry for power. Luca and Terry spoke the same language in that sense and no other man in that room could speak it back to them.

From a distance he watched Marina. She had been so nervous to attend the party with him, but his reassurance had left her in a mood to lightly mingle with the filthy rich. She and Angel glided throughout the room and she had seemingly warmed up to the older woman. He couldn't help the protectiveness that came over him whenever someone would approach her, but that same radiant smile let him know that she was fine. But he would step in at any time…sacred ground be damned.

“I guess asking you about her would be wasting my time ehh? You love this woman, I can see it in your eyes…and perhaps I'm overstepping here but be better than I was to Angel. She's saved me in more ways than one…I owe her ten of my lives to make up for it, and even still that is not enough.”

Elephants in the room always had a way of revealing themselves. Ignoring them be damned. He tried constantly to swallow the feeling that washed over him when he would think about her ever knowing who he truly was. Women like her; good women… they didn't stick around and entertain murderers and drug traffickers. They married good men and lived in cookie cutter homes behind white picket fences, family gatherings where they could display the love they had for each other. All truths and not the lies he fed her.

“Love… what a small word to describe this feeling. I would become the best and worst parts of myself all for her. Whatever she needs from me.”

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Marina could admit very vocally that she was actually enjoying herself. Alcohol buzzed lightly in her system as she forked another piece of the moist cake into her mouth. Angel had stepped away to go to the restroom leaving Marina sitting in her designated seat at the table for her and Terry. He had come over more times than she could count to check in on her, she had to remind him that building his business relationships were much more important, and he seemed to be pleased with those as well.

But she was beginning to become a bit uncomfortable. A couple that had arrived shortly after them, had turned their attention to her. The wide open ogling made her stomach turn. When she lifted her hand to wave they didn’t wave back, and when she politely smiled it was not returned. The man, tall and blonde with striking blue eyes, rings adorning his fingers that gripped the waist of the tall thin woman at his side. A neatly styled pixie cut accentuated prominent cheekbones and almond eyes. Her tawny skin is like warm sand on a beach but her eyes…they cut like daggers.

She pondered to herself on where they might know her from, anything to try to piece together the obvious disdain on their faces. But she didn’t recognize them. Just like most people in the room with her right now, they were complete strangers. And now she wanted that comfort from Terry and he was nowhere to be found. She looked left to right, straining her ears over the loud music and chatter to see if she could hear his hearty laugh, or even him walking in her direction. But he wasn’t, and she felt the need to seek him out.

She remembered where she last saw him and Luca speaking and was headed in that direction. Unfortunately she’d have to pass the odd couple on her way there, the same couple that still stared at her—unmoving and unwavering. And Marina was caring less and less about that and more about finding Terry and letting him know that she was feeling weirded out by the whole ordeal. She was nearing closer to where she last saw him before the voice of a woman halted her steps.

“He's a monster you know…dont expect this little honeymoon phase to last long. That's where I messed up, I'm sure you know exactly who I am, Marina.”

“Excuse me? And you are?” Monster? Confusion was setting in the longer she stood there in front of the woman.

The woman stepped forward, manicured hands crossed neatly in front of her. “Carmen Pushkin…went by a different last name at the time me and Terry dated. Please don’t play this naive new girlfriend role with me.. he still thinks of me I’m sure—too bad I’m a married woman now, if you love your little life you’d leave and do the same."

The woman who Marina now knew as Carmen strutted away from Marina before she could respond. Leaving her puzzled and ready to leave. She wasn’t mad at Terry but she could feel the annoyance from the situation creeping up her spine like cool fingers—taunting and laughing. Who was she to invade the personal space of someone she didn’t even know? To spread and plant seeds of fear. And like a beacon on a dark night, Terry rounded the corner. The large smile on his face dimmed when he finally got to Marina. And she hated that she couldn't even laugh with him right now.

“Who’s Carmen?”. She watched his face frown and he looked a little taken aback at the question.

“What?”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him to a more secluded area in the party. Away from watchful eyes and open ears.

“I was just approached by a woman claiming to be your ex. She had so much to say about you and how I should leave you.” Marina wasn’t technically accusing Terry of anything but she couldn’t help her tone either. She was annoyed.

“Baby, she is an ex..not a good one either. And for her to approach you like that and put you in this weird situation, I apologize. We can leave if you want, it’s up to you?”

“You know what fuck that, I’m not cutting our night short over a jealous bitch. Show me where she is. I’ll handle it.”

“She was with a guy, apparently she’s married to him? Terry I don’t want this to be a big thing, I came to support you. If you got everything you needed, we can go..I promise I’m okay.”

—

But to Terry, this was a big thing. Marina was disrespected, and no amount of downplaying it was going to calm him down. He knew he couldn’t kill here and he wanted to.A kiss to Marina's forehead and feet pointing in another direction quickly after left her calling quietly after him as he stalked away into the reeds like a hungry lion.

And then he saw them. Carmen was attached at the hip of some blonde bitch. Someone unfamiliar to him..for now. There was no hiding from Terry, if he wanted to know about you he would. But something told him that Carmen and her mystery husband weren’t necessarily trying to be hidden from him. He had barely made it within twenty feet of them before he had their attention. Like they had been waiting.

“This is the Richmond man you were telling me about?” It talked. A Russian accent, exactly the type of man a schemer like Carmen would end up with.

“Glad that you know me, because I’ve never seen you any place where money was being made. Anyways you know why I’m here, watch yourself with Marina. That’s not a line you want to ponder about crossing. We both know I can’t do what I want hear on this soil, but make no mistakes I’m still the same nigga burying people on my off days. Ask Carmen she knows.”

His face was stone, but under his skin his blood burned like a furnace. Hands itching to remove the two bodies in front of him. For good. But one look over his shoulder at Marina and he felt cool as ocean waves. She did that for him. Offered him something he didn’t know was possible in this world before he met her.

“You took someone from me Terry…now it’s only fair you feel what I feel. You act like nothing affects you, like you can walk around untouched. Well even gods have their day. You have humiliated me for the last time.”

“Took someone from you? Don’t include me in your bullshit, you live a fast life…you tend to lose people along the way. I wont say it again or repeat myself, stay away from Marina or you and Ken go bye bye for life.”

The sorry waste of space actually had the nerve to step closer to Terry. To invade his space. Terry gripped his own hip out of habit and realizing he had no gun in its place, he was beginning to forget where he was. And that was a problem.

“You Americans, so boastful and full of pride. You walk around making threats not knowing who you are making them to. You kill her family and then blame her for lashing out…no no Terry it doesnt work that way, and as her husband I’m inclined to fix whatever problems she has. And right now you and your mouthy little-“

Before he could hold himself back and question the man further Terry's hands were around the man's neck squeezing tightly. He was tired of the disrespect to his face, blatant and loud like a loud siren ringing in his ear drums. Fuck the party and fuck the consequences. Carmen’s nails dug into the skin of his wrist trying to get him off, but he could barely feel it as he peered into the man's eyes. He wanted him to know that he’d snap his neck right here in front of hundreds and wouldn’t bat an eye about it.

Seconds later he threw the man to the ground. His face is red as a tomato. Clothing slightly wrinkled and disheveled. His point had been made. Cross him and no one could stop the hell he would bring. One last look at carmen and her lapdog that was damn near in her lap and he left to turn and find Marina. It was time to leave. Now. The mess, if one at all was one he would gladly throw money at. Stopping him and getting him to explain his actions when he wasn’t a man that explained himself was a waste of anyone's time—his included.

Marina had already alerted the valet and had their driver and car pulled around to the front. Her face was wearing an expression he wasn’t able to read, but he hoped she wasn’t disappointed in his actions…yet again. Opening the door for her he watched her slide her body into the back of the car, her hand slowly easing into his as he got settled in next to her.

”Thank you for that. I’m not mad at you, and I understand that was something that you couldn’t ignore…they were insanely disrespectful and if i were you I would’ve reacted the same Smiley.”

He reached down to peck her lipgloss coated lips, her brown liner surely sticking to his lips as he pulled away. “Thank you for always understanding me. Nothing or no one can come to me and say a damn thing about you without consequences.”

He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand glad they had finally pulled away from the party. He had fulfilled his reason for being there, now he could focus on who was more important.

” I appreciate you Terry.. and so does she. Very very much.” Her hand slowly brought his hand to rest at the seat of her damp panties. His fingers moving gently against her covered lips, collecting as much wetness as he could before placing them in his mouth.

”I don’t take much for me girl you know that, just as much as you're mine I’m yours. Anytime you want this dick I’m gonna give it to you. Constantly. Everyday. On a repeat. So I’m only gonna ask you this one time Mari…You asking me for dick?”

Seductive brown eyes captured him and he felt the temperature rise just slightly in the backseat. He couldn’t wait to show her how her eyes on him really made him feel. How she so easily slithered under his skin and had nestled herself into his heart like an arrow to the chest. How he would so easily and with every fiber in his being do whatever it took to keep her happy and here with him.

”You make me feel like no one ever has, some nights I get so beside myself I touch myself thinking of you. Fantasies of our first time together and how I’ll become absolutely addicted to it and the high we'll be on…so im not just asking for it im begging.”

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Her heels in hand and thighs wrapped tightly around Terry's trim waist. The two exchanged sloppy rushed kisses as he hoisted her up against the wall of the elevator. His full lips sucking any exposed skin he could get his mouth on, their bodies slowly rocking into each other. The low classical elevator music mocking the tandem and flow of their bodies. The ding scared them from their stupors and sent them on the short track to their suite. Articles of clothing flying from their bodies the further they moved into the room.

Hot bodies and needy hands roaming in a frenzy as they finally connected with cool sheets. Terry's teeth nipping at her neck as she threw her head back, heavy thighs straddling him and connecting them at their centers. Just one push and they’d be connected. Riding that addictive high of pure unadulterated euphoria that no drug could replicate. Heavy brown breast bouncing and swaying as she came to eye level with him. And then, connection. That wave of electricity that flowed from the tip of their fingers all the way down to their toes. His grip at her waist, steadying her as she fell forward a little bit. Curtains of hair swept from her face so he could see it all. See everything he did to her. And those faces she made sent him to another universe, because he had never seen anything more precious and fulfilling being acted out in front of him this way before. The way her eyes rolled and twitched while she tried to maintain that eye contact with him. Her eyes were screaming out what her mouth couldn't properly get across. She loved this shit just as much as he did. Craved this sex just like he did.

“Im gonna fuck you so hard Mari…make me feel so damn good!” His voice was heavy with dripping desire as his arms reached around her waist to pull her closer to his chest. Feet planting into the mattress as he fucked up into her pussy. His pussy. Her short acrylics dug softly into his chest as her muffled screams grew in volume.

Marina was embarrassed by how much shit she would purposely miss out on to hop on Terry's dick. It thrilled her, and scared her all at the same time. How deep he felt and still she wanted him so much deeper inside her–staking his claim and marking her where no one could see. She was no victim to this feeling. She knew how consuming it was and she wanted more. And even as her first orgasm ripped through her like a tornado in a small town, she was ready for more.

Terry felt like he was in a trance as he moved and positioned Marina's body into yet another position. That almost scared look on her face as she allowed him to take her to new and daring heights. How she allowed him to work his tricks like a magician– making nine inches appear and disappear at record speeds inside of her. Sex so sacred and otherworldly he was afraid for himself when he couldn't have her this way. His brain coming up with solutions so that they'd never have to go without this feeling, because he'd pay anything and dismiss anyone when it came down to this feeling. When it came down to her. Her cries for him to drive into her faster as he pressed his hands behind her knees snapped him from his mind as his body pressed into hers as he kissed and licked away salty tears of pleasure. The light pulses and contractions of her pussy sucking him further into this dreamlike state of bliss.

“I love you Terry,soo much..so much”. And he'd say it back a million times in a million more positions just so he knew the message was getting through to her.

He said it once more as she squirmed and wiggled to run from his wagging hungry tongue. The warm pink muscle sending her body into a continuous fit, shaking and cumming.

He said it again as she laid with her back to his front. Thick fingers squishing around in her gooey mess, waiting for another explosion. Another reason for him to place her legs over his shoulders and drink from her very own garden of eden.

And for his last and final act he made sure to tell her once again as she bent over in the shower holding his ankles for support. Her once straight hair slowly reverting in his firm grip as he delivered slaps to her ass beneath the fog of the shower. His own release not far behind as her fifth?..sixth?.. Orgasm of her own ripped through her. Heavy groans and grunts being sucked into her mouth as she turned to help finish him off. The couple carefully taking turns washing each other before they hit clean fresh sheets, wrapped in each other.

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Carmen seethed on her way to their New York home. Her body buzzed with anger and jealousy after the run in with Terry. Having to deal with Nicolai’s obvious bruised ego annoying her to no end. He was being a bitch about the whole situation, allowing himself to be snatched up and degraded by another man in front of some of the wealthiest people in the world. She never loved him, only the child the two of them now had together. The beautiful boy Isaak now two years old and keeping her very happily on her feet. She could admit her getting married was to piss Terry off but her baby boy was something she never took for granted. She loved him with everything in her and that’s why she needed his father to pull it together.

He needed to eliminate this very obvious threat to the both of them. The threat that would take food from their child’s mouth. Terry Richmond was a problem and she found it so interesting how easy he was making things for him. How easy it was to track his little Nancy Drew with all her podcasts, videos and vocal instagram posts about what their community needed. That fake poised little bitch. How she looked at Carmen like she was beneath her, the way she tried to calm down Terry before he stormed over to do what the fuck he wanted anyways. A beast she knew Marina couldn’t tame— a beast she herself had tangoed with.

Terry had killed her last and only source close to him. Her uncle Scotty took one last lick for the family. One last lick that gave her all the info she needed on Marina Evans, and the information she needed to plot. Nicolai would fund whatever she needed done, he didn't care as long as he gained access to territory left behind by Terry once he was killed. He wanted what she wanted—power and she wasn’t afraid of killing to get it.

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kumkaniudaku · 1 day ago

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Mile High

Summary: Sophie and Terry meet each other at the airport after going without seeing each other for months. Terry decides to take her on a vacation with a promise of pleasing her as soon as they land. But Sophie’s desperation is too much for him to overlook. Patience isn’t always a virtue.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, fingering, public pleasure. (Forgive me if I missed any)

Author's Note: It’s been a while so I may be a little rusty. Enjoy! 🩵

Sophie led the way down the narrow aisle to their seats as they boarded the plane. Terry was right behind her holding their carry-on luggage. It was 5:00 o’clock in the morning and just as they suspected, the plane was nearly empty. Mostly because they were catching such an early flight on a Tuesday.

This was perfect for both of them. No crying babies, no loud conversations, just peace and darkness. Maybe the sounds of snores but that was better than anything else.

Terry had been watching Sophie closely as they made their way through the airport. He kept his eyes on her. He noticed the way she covered her chest with her arms trying to hide her hardened nipples. He’d seen how she squeezed her thighs tightly when she sat a certain way in her seat. He’d purposely lick his lips just to watch her mimic his action.

She was horny beyond words.

After traveling home to visit his family, he’d left her all alone, stuck with only the sound of his voice over the phone but still craving his touch. The moment they met in the airport, everything she had gone without began to reveal itself at once.

They took their seats. They were both grateful that Terry had purchased the aisle seat so that no one would sit next to them. Sophie settled in, scrolling through Pinterest as the rest of the passengers took their seats. Terry stuffed their bag in the cubby right above their heads, making sure to position it carefully so it wouldn’t go sliding all over the place.

Terry scanned the plane taking notice of who would be sitting near them during the flight. The seats behind them were empty but there was a man seated in front of them. He wasted no time plugging his ears and blasting music from his phone.

There was a woman directly across from them dressed in sweats. She was already throwing her blanket over her body and pulling her sleep mask over her eyes.

This was perfect for what he had in mind.

After twenty minutes of the flight attendants going over the usual rules and procedures and the captain announcing take off, the lights eventually dimmed to total darkness and they were making their way thousands of feet into the sky.

Sophie was still buried in her phone. Her brightness was low so that she wouldn’t be that passenger on the plane. She was saving pins to her mood board, planning another shopping trip on Terry’s dime when she felt his hand slip between her legs.

Terry ran his thumb over her smooth brown skin, burying it underneath the large hoodie she’d stolen from him. That and the shorts she quickly snatched from her dresser were the only pieces of clothing she wore. No bra, no panties.

He rubbed the inner parts of her thighs, enjoying the warmth of the thickness. He looked over to see what had her attention and shook his head. He couldn’t understand how she was so obsessed with an app like Pinterest.

Nothing but pictures. No interaction or funny videos. Just pictures.

Gently tapping her twice, she looked up at him using her phone to read his expression.

“Give me your leg.”

She lifted her leg and he draped it over his knee. She stared up at him, a bit puzzled.

A thick finger fumbled with the crotch of her shorts, eventually pulling them around her mound. He watched her as she sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth. A worried look washed over her face as her eyes darted around the plane.

Terry reached over with his free hand and pressed the lock button on her phone. The light wasn’t doing them any good. Placing her phone into his pocket, he pulled at her leg in an effort to open her up a little more.

His middle finger gently kissed her clit, instantly becoming covered in the wet that had been there since they reunited in the airport. He began gently toying her hard clit in circles. Her jaw slowly dropped as she silently thanked him for finally touching her where she needed most.

“Good morning folks, this is your Captain speaking. We have reached a cruising altitude of 33,000 feet. You may remove your seatbelts, enjoy your flight and thank you again for choosing American Airlines.”

The announcement was purely background noise for Sophie. The focus on her clit made her worries of being seen fade away. She wrapped her hands around his arm as if she were holding onto a pole at a merry go round. Laying her head on his shoulder, she fought to keep her breathing as silent as possible. Although it was a dark flight, she didn’t wanna disturb other passengers with her sounds of pleasure.

She pushed herself forward just a bit to feel more pressure from his thick fingers. Naturally, her hips begin to roll against his hand. The thought of her using his hand as a play toy made his dick stiffen. Sophie was a pretty shy girl but her sexual appetite brought out a different side to her.

Her confidence was heightened due to the fact that no one could see what was going on. She liked this. Being fingered in public with only her and her man being the only ones aware. The realization made her nipples harden. She wished she could tend to them while she fucked his hand but she didn’t want to get too carried away.

Terry rubbed her thigh with his free hand, soothing her while she practically fucked herself. Sophie’s leg spread a little wide rubbing up against the bulge in his pants. The movement of her hips caused her leg to naturally move up and down as well, creating friction against his dick.

She was pleasuring them both without knowing it.

Terry licked his lips, fighting back the urge to engage with her. It was one thing to have Sophie fucking his hand but he wasn’t about to get off from the friction. He wanted to feel her entirely so waiting wasn’t a problem for him at all.

Sophie’s nails sank into his forearm as she rocked back and forth in her window seat. He could feel her shallow breaths against his skin as she neared her orgasm. Her eyes were crossed and barely opened. If he could see how desperate she looked trying to cum on his hand, it would be enough to make him bust as well.

Soft whimpers left her lips as she tried to minimize her reaction to her orgasm. Her body slightly jerked against the seat. She squeezed his arm as she came, trying to get as much feeling from him as she could. Mouth open, breathing heavy, she was beyond satisfied.

After a few moments she opened her eyes to darkness. She threw her head back against the seat, licking her lips as she looked around. There was no one looking her way of course but the awareness of her surroundings had been so lost, she almost forgot where she was.

He leaned over to kiss her forehead, still caressing the inner parts of her thigh.

“You’re not done.” He whispered.

His finger slid from her clit and dipped effortlessly into her hole, still dripping from her climax. She was so tight around his finger, reminding him of how long he’d been away from her. He wanted their first fuck to be when they landed. But when he heard how wet she was as they made their way through the terminal; the slick and sticky sounds her pussy made in between those thick thighs, he wanted to put her out of her misery.

“Fuck my hand.” He said.

She obliged. Pushing and pulling her hips, allowing him to explore her weeping hole with his fingers. She was at it again, chasing another orgasm. With her mouth agape and her eyes rested halfway closed, he licked the outline of her ear. A soft whimper left her lips as she felt the tingle pass through her torso and land where his hand was. Every time she’d feel his tongue against her, that tingle would reappear. Much stronger than the first time.

He was making it harder for her to stay silent. She was already so tense, so full of want and desire. This wasn’t how she expected to be satisfied.

Not here.

Not 30,000 feet in the sky.

But she wasn’t one to protest.

Adding an extra finger, he matched the movement of her hips. She’d roll them forward and he’d push his fingers knuckles deep into her warmth. Slightly pressing upward when she pulled back, teasing her spot as he left her vacant. Hebcould hear the pattern of her breathing pick up. The moment they found this rhythm was like she had hit the jackpot. She continued fucking his hand as if it were his face or his dick buried in between her pussy lips.

Terry could feel the seat becoming wet against the back of his hand from her juices. This made his dick grow even more, pressing firmly against the fabric of his joggers. The throw blanket they’d use to cover themselves was useless but it added a bit of flair to their time in the sky.

He pressed the base of his palm against her clit, adding pressure to the most sensitive parts of her. This made her movements become more intense. He was hitting her spot on the inside and out. The way she rolled her hips against him made his hand a slippery wet mess.

Sophie was becoming feral, letting the pleasure overcome her. Her head fell forward while her hips moved aggressively. The sensual move of her hips had flat out turned into desperate humping. Her toes were curled tightly in her hot pink crocs.

“Look at you, you wanted it that bad huh?” Terry teased.

Sophie didn’t respond. She couldn’t. She was cumming both ways.

Her clit constantly kissed his hand while walls were stuffed with his middle fingers. She didn’t give a fuck about being on a plane with other passengers. She wanted that full feeling of ecstasy. The feeling she hadn’t had in months. That feeling that would travel through her body, settle at the pit of her belly and flutter the closer she got to her climax.

“Fuck.” She whispered a bit louder than intended.

Terry looked to his left to see if anyone was paying them any attention. A woman sat across from them with her feet kicked up in the seats next to her. The small light from her headphones was the only thing he could see clearly. But that was enough to let Terry know that Sophie wouldn’t be heard… by her at least.

He felt Sophie’s head drop against his shoulder and he hadn’t missed a beat. Mostly because she was fucking his fingers like he’d never be inside of her again. He didn’t have to do much moving, she was getting herself off with or without his help.

Her walls tightened around him and he knew that meant an orgasm was due any minute.

Her hips bucked as she buried her face against his thick arm, trying to muffle her moans. He could practically feel the wrinkles in his fingertips as she rode out her orgasm. Still fucking his hand, she rocked her hips until she didn’t have the energy to move anymore.

She froze in place as she tried to steady her staggered breathing. The transition from sharp breaths to calm breathing was a struggle but she managed as best she could.

A feeling of relief ran through his right arm when she finally released the death grip she had on him. Small deep crescents decorated his skin along with his sleeve tattoo. He could feel them when he tried to rub the sharp pain away.

“You were about to rip my arm off.” Terry joked.

“Sorry.” She whispered, a little embarrassed… only a little.

He kissed her forehead again as she rested on his shoulder. “That’s okay, just wait ‘til we land.”

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kumkaniudaku · 2 days ago

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I'm gonna be re-readin SAW because the Terry tag is so dry.😭💔

SAW just so happens to be one of those fic you never get tired of reading again because it was so well written. Everytime is like reading it for the first.

I hope you enjoy! It has been dry (and I’ve contributed that. My apologies), so shoutout to the folks that are still posting ❤️. I’ll be back soon.

I really appreciate you saying that. That one was a fun commitment, but it also reignited a passion that I kind of let die for a little bit. It’ll always be special and I sincerely thank you for taking time to not only read but re-read and still enjoy. Thank you ❤️

#terryxpatrice #stayawhileask

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kumkaniudaku · 2 days ago

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I think you’ve mentioned before that Terry does in fact eat Nyla’s snacks.

Is Nyla like “it’s okay daddy we can share” or “I know that’s not my shit”?

He love him a little individually packed bite to eat 😂.

She is MOSTLY okay with sharing because there’s something in it for her. She can get two or three snacks if he’s indulging too! But if he acting stingy, she frowns up just like him and searches for the nearest adult to tell lmao

#terryxpatrice #stayawhileask

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kumkaniudaku · 2 days ago

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Hey! Since we’re nearing back to school I have to ask…between both couples, who’s more likely to cry on their kids first day of school? why do I feel like it’s high key Terry? 😭

Hey hey! Chile, the kids are already back to school here! I feel so bad for them.

Terry is absolutely more likely, but he’ll cry on his own in the car and maybe write something to slip into Nyla’s memory book for her to get to later.

Patrice? Patrice has actually been crying all weekend and the first day is just her cry finale. She’s crying more than Nyla. She’s trying to stay at the school like she doesn’t have her own job to get to.

#terryxpatrice #stayawhileask

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kumkaniudaku · 2 days ago

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Would Terry be open to doing this for Patrice? I feel like it’s a possibility for them

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8koE4fp/

Oh absolutely! Terry is the one that washes and styles Nyla’s hair. He loves that opportunity to connect with her and is used to doing hair from helping out with his sisters.

So washing Patrice’s hair would be like caring for a bigger version of Nyla! Whatever he can do to be near her and engage in some form of intimacy is on the table for him.

#terryxpatrice #stayawhileask

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kumkaniudaku · 2 days ago

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Is therapy something Terry came to on his own or was he encouraged by Patrice to start going?

Therapy came to Terry after a conversation on the water with Marvin, actually. Casually, he brought up being a bit nervous about becoming a dad and Marvin said he should talk to somebody about that. The sentiment was to really get Terry to be quiet while they fished, but Terry took it in the other direction 😂

#terryxpatrice #stayawhileask

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kumkaniudaku · 2 days ago

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4evermore: Pieces of Forever (1) - HCS

summary: literally just a batch of head-cannons and random lore!

contents: fluff! crude jokes, allusions to nsfw acts, mentions of anime, overall antics

pairing: terry richmond x oc (dallas dubois)

note: this is lore that takes place throughout their relationship! no specific time period!!

a/n: well good afternoon! i hope everyone is doing well! i decided to just drop this because i had built up lore in my brain and needed it out! plus i thought it might be fun! so i hope you enjoy!!!

p.s: please feel free to comment, like, reblog, or send a letter with any rambles, hit my dm for questions, and more. i enjoy hearing from you all - arie 💙

taglist: @zillasvilla @theogbadbitch @wonderlustwrites @slvt4her @sparklytemi @slowly-blue-coffee

OKAY! Off rip, the first piece of lore I can think of is the fact that Terry Richmond isn’t much of a sweets person, and the only person whose sweets he’ll eat are Dallas’s. Betty Crocker herself could put something in front of him, and he ain’t eating it! Double it and give it to the next person!

Terry doesn’t believe in letting Dallas be nosy in peace! And he’s always lecturing her about how she’s “ Too pretty to wanna be that nosy, Precious.” But she can’t help it! She grew up in a hair salon AND a funeral home! being Nosy is in her blood!

There was even an incident when Dallas and Terry were dating, when Terry still lived in his childhood home and invited Dallas to stay the night. It was late and they were cuddled up watching SVU when they started hearing noise and arguing coming from outside. Immediately against Terry’s high moral commentary, she crept to the front door and stepped out onto the porch a little bit, using the cover of how dark it was outside to peek at the scene unfolding down the street with the people in the yard and the lone police cruiser parked on the street. But almost jumped out of her skin when Terry exposed her by flicking on the porch light from the kitchen windowsill and laughing at her scrambling to get inside. She didn’t find it funny though… at all! so no cookie for Terrance that night.

Please believe that no matter how long they’ve been together, Terry is not allowed to leave the house to go somewhere without Dallas’s forehead kiss and butt pats from him. In her eyes it's a cardinal sin. She doesn’t care if he’s mad either, cough it over! And while it hasn’t occurred often, Terry vividly remembers a time when he forgot when the twins were little, and he wasn’t even off the street yet before he got a call from Dallas fussing with two tiny voices in the back co-signing in the ancient language of gibberish!

As we know, Dallas has asthma. And while it’s gotten a tad bit better now that she’s older, after an incident in high school, combined with another spell Dallas had with Terry in the beginning of their relationship. Terry now himself has bought two inhalers: one he carries around, and one he keeps in his truck at all times. Just for her. And even though Dallas rarely comments on it, the time she found the inhaler in his glove compartment while looking for a napkin was the moment she knew that he truly was sent by God to be her husband.

Dallas and Terry are both pretty big rock fans! It’s something they bonded over in school! With Dallas mainly being a metalhead and a little bit of a punkie! While Terry is more of a classic rock or grunge kind of guy! But they enjoy going to festivals and stuff together all the same!

Their favorite position to sleep in is spooning! And as much as he won’t admit it…Terry lowkey loves being the little spoon…but Dallas knows not to bring it up or else he’ll get all weirdly macho about it. He doesn’t let her do it often!

“ Awe, baby. I love being your little backpack.” Dallas coos, placing a kiss to the back of his neck as they lie in bed on a Saturday morning, “ My big juicy beefcake wants some cuddles!”

“ Dallas….” He pauses.

“ Keep playin’ and I’m gonna turn over…” His tired voice warns to her immediate displeasure, “ Alright then knock it off! And move in closer, you smell good.” He grumbles.

One time after a pretty flirty date night, the newly weds at the time came home and ended up doing the nasty, and Terry put on a little sex playlist he’s constantly curating, y‘all..why did Say Yes by Floetry start playing just as Terry had started to give Dallas some slow, deep, and steady strokes in missionary with intense eye contact!!! She couldn’t believe it, and she also couldn’t undo her mouth from the permanent ‘O’ it formed. And let Dallas tell it, she had never felt more like a grown ass woman in all her life. And the next day at lunch Nory agreed.

“ Floetry?” Nory whispered loudly, “ Oh girl! That’s for grown people! So you telling me y’all in there hunchin’ on each other like that?! Tryin’ be grown and stuff, My Lord! My Virgin Ears! I ain’t never did that. Let me stay in a child’s place I guess! Too grown for me!” She waved off a giggling Dallas.

Speaking of hunching to music, Dallas once lost the privilege for them to play music during sex because there was an incident where Dallas’s ADHD got the best of her, and Any Time, Any Place by Janet Jackson started to play, and before he knew it as he was putting work in behind Terry could hear Dallas had begun quietly singing the chorus of the song to herself. Out loud. And he just couldn’t believe it. This incident lowkey unmasked a hidden issue for them too that I'll get into later. It took a whole two months before he’d even consider them having sex to music again. He had to be convinced!

“ Please, Bubba. It was an accident. I mean it is a catchy song. And you know Janet is my favorite singer like ever!!!” She flailed around her arms.

“ I’m sorry! I can’t help it! Look to make it better we can even fuck to some of your Paw-Paw music if you want?” She begged, “ OU! Want me to get that Marvin Gaye record you like out of the crate?! C’mon let’s fuck to some Vinyl, baby.”

Terry doesn’t even say anything, just walks out the room with Dallas hot on his tail pouting and suggesting other 20th century artists they can get it on to.

As a way of spending time together and indulging in each other's hobbies, sometimes after they both get home from work, they’ll sit in front of the TV in the living room with Dallas’s legs in his lap, and a blanket covering them while Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood is on and Terry is yapping away to Dallas, whose crocheting whatever her latest project is and nodding with a little bit of commentary sprinkled in every once and a while.

“ So this Father Cornello guy is an actual fraud, right? Cause that’s what I’m gathering from this.” Dallas says, pulling on the string of some yard attached to the Skien resting in Terry’s lap.

“ Basically.” Terry shrugs, “ He really ain’t nun’ but an old ass white man manipulating poor and misguided townspeople into believing in some shit that he can’t do for real. Since all he’s really doing is Alchemy under the guise of something else and labeling that shit as a ‘miracle’. Wack ass.” He grumbles, rubbing another part of Dallas’s leg.

“ Right.” She pushes her glasses up on her face, glancing at the screen, “ And one more time, Baby. Remind me what Alchemy is? It’s the matter magic thingy, right?”

If you haven't guessed it by now, Terrance Richmond is a proud husband! And in those first couple months after he and Dallas got married, that man ‘ My Wife’d’ everybody and they Mama to DEATH! It didn’t matter who you were! I mean people avoided this nigga at times cause they just didn't wanna hear it.

He even did it to Dallas herself!

“ Hey, Precious? What’s up? My wife finally on her way home from running the streets?” Terry answered the phone, hitting the speaker button and setting the device down so he could return to his task of fixing the upstairs bathroom cabinets in their home.

“ Boy! Ain’t nobody out here running the streets! “ Dallas smacked her teeth, eyes gazing at the fresh produce of their local Publix, “ I was callin’ to see if you had any requests for dinner while I was out at the store.”

Without hesitation Terry replied, “ Preferably…” He paused, “ I’d like a taste of my wife.”

“ Terrance! “ Dallas cupped the phone closer to her ear, paranoid the elderly couple across from her looking at the pears would hear her husband’s raunchy antics, “ Be serious.”

Terry and Dallas in general are just so unserious to the point where it’s comical

Dallas will text Terry and go, Babe quick! Name three things I like!

And his response would be…

Also, it’s a well known fact that it’s extremely hard to get Terry drunk. I mean the man has the alcohol resistance of an elephant! But oh when he does get drunk…Terry starts acting real special with his wife. And she can always expect him to send her some kind of text message when he finally does get a little tipsy with the guys after work…

He sent this one night while they were dating:

And finally, we know from previous asks that Dallas loves dressing up to feel sexy, but in reality even way before Terry or her special friend (for lore on that you’ll need to read origins babe), Dallas began to collect lingerie just as a special interest to herself.

The only thing is now Terry gets to be a direct benefactor of her little hobby and HE LOVES IT! So it’s not a surprise to Dallas when Terry will randomly send her money and tell her to, “ Buy something for me to take off”

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kumkaniudaku · 2 days ago

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Warnings: Minors DNI. Language. Breeding kink, lactation kink, daddy Dom kink (technically it will eventually be kink filled, but we'll start here). Smutty times ahead.

Word count: 4.6 k. Uhh... I was ovulating when I wrote some of this, so...

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.:Chapter 1:.

Savannah glanced down at the sweet face of her son, a smile on her lips as she smoothed a hand over his soft curls. Even after eight months, she still couldn’t believe that this little perfect angel was all theirs. She made sure the sleeping baby was covered with his blanket before standing, smoothing her hands over her dress. A nervous energy filled her belly and she didn’t quite know why. This was a happy occasion. It was a day she’d been waiting close to four months for. Her husband was coming home today.

The airline had given clearance to family members to wait for their soldiers at the gate and and that’s where little Elijah had fallen asleep in his car seat waiting on his daddy. The plane had landed about five minutes prior and Savannah was getting more anxious by the moment. Eventually, passengers began slowly streaming off of the plane. Right after an elderly woman in a wheelchair, she got her first glimpse of a man in uniform. Her heart began to race, almost pounding in her chest. There he was.

My God… he’s still the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.

His beard covered his strong jaw and it looked like he’d managed to pack on even more muscle while he was overseas. Massive shoulders filled out the black tee her husband wore and it took everything in her to remain rooted to her spot. The bright green eyes she loved so much searched the crowd for her and the moment he spotted her, his pace quickened, almost wanting to shove people out of the way to get to her. Captain Terrance Richmond was home.

Savannah took one step and she was in his arms, giggling as he lifted her off her feet. His grip around her waist was almost so tight that it hurt. The sound of passengers clapping barely registered for either of them as he sat her back on her feet, one hand retaining his hold on her waist as the other tenderly cradled the back of her head as he pulled her in for a kiss. Terry groaned softly as he covered his wife’s lips with his own, tasting a heaven he’d only been able to dream about for the last four months. Her body sagged against his as he kissed her passionately, reminding her who she belonged to. His beard tickled her soft skin as he began to drop sweet little kisses against her swollen lips. Savannah giggled softly, one hand coming up to cup his bearded cheek. He was home.

“Welcome home, Captain Richmond.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Richmond,” he murmured back, his familiar baritone making her nipples peak beneath the thin fabric of her dress. “You look incredible. Goddamn…”

She felt her skin heat up as he let his eyes drift unabashedly over her body. He always had a way of making her feel like the sexiest woman he’d ever seen, even more after she’d given birth to their son. She heard a soft mewling and glanced down, smiling when she saw the baby stretching his tiny arms and legs. Her husband took a deep breath and the look of adoration on his face made her fall in love with him all over again. Terry squatted down, gently unbuckling his son from his car seat and lifting the eight month old into his arms. Somehow, Elijah managed to look even tinier in his papa’s massive paws.

“Hey little man… Daddy missed you.”

Savannah dashed a hand under her eye, catching the tear that threatened to fall as she watched her boys reconnect. Elijah cooed softly, one little hand clutching his daddy’s finger. Terry pressed a kiss to his son’s forehead, chuckling when the baby giggled and reached for his beard. He reached out for his wife, pulling her in close.

“I missed y’all so much.”

“We missed you too, baby,” she murmured, burying her face against his chest and inhaling his familiar scent. “Let’s get you home.”

Her husband maintained his hold on her hip as they strolled through the airport, heading towards baggage claim. She took Elijah into her arms when he reached for her, pressing a kiss to the sleepy baby’s cheek. When she glanced up at her husband, he was already staring down at her, a little smile on his face when she blushed.

“What?”

“Nothin’. Just enjoying my view and tryin’ to figure out how I got a babe like you to marry me.”

“It was all that Terry charm.”

“Is that what it was?” he asked, a twinkle in his eye.

“I mean… the dick most definitely sealed the deal.”

Those eyes she loved so much darkened and his hold on her hip tightened. The heat in his eyes had Savannah wishing they were home already. She reached up to touch his thick beard. Terry covered her hand with his before bringing it to his mouth and pressing a sweet kiss to her fingers. The kiss may have been sweet, but the look in his eyes was anything but.

“You just wait till I get your little ass home. Gonna rub those thighs raw.”

Her belly clenched at his words, her mind going back to the last time they were intimate and how incredible her husband was in bed. The man was an animal, but he was her animal. While they waited for his bags, Savannah wrapped her free arm around his bicep, leaning her cheek against the massive muscle. Now that he was home, it was like she couldn't get enough of his touch…his smell.

“I missed you, ladybug.”

Savannah loved his cute little nickname for her.

"I missed you too, Terry. You have no idea how much.”

“I think I got an idea,” he said with a little smile, pressing a kiss to her temple.

He spotted his bag and Savannah couldn’t help the sigh she let out when he effortlessly wrangled the heavy bag off of the conveyor belt.

“Is that everything, babe?”

“All the important stuff. I had everything else shipped.”

They headed out to the car and he helped her get the baby buckled into his carseat. After helping her up into the passenger seat of his truck, Terry climbed behind the wheel, a little grin on his face. He was finally home. The ride from the airport was short and uneventful and he couldn’t wait to take a shower, wash the day’s travels off of him.

After pulling into their garage, Terry got out, grabbing his bag from the backseat before making his way to the passenger side and opening his wife’s door. Savannah leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before sliding out of the car, letting her body rub against his as her feet touched the ground. His eyes darkened with the promise of ruin as he looked down at her. With a cheeky little smile on her face, she turned to get the baby out of this carseat, rubbing her ass against her husband’s crotch as she lifted her sweet little baby into her arms.

“You’re gonna get it.”

Savannah giggled softly, her hazel eyes looking up at him for a brief moment. She absolutely loved the look on his face right now. That hunger. That dark promise in his eyes. She was gonna be in for it the moment she didn’t have their son in her arms. With a firm smack to her ass, Terry turned and headed towards the door, unlocking it and holding it open for her to pass through. Elijah let out a soft yawn and she smiled.

“I’m gonna get him down for a nap…”

“Meet me in the bathroom. I need a shower.”

“Yes, Captain…”

He growled as he stalked off towards their bedroom. Savannah made her way into Elijah’s nursery before gently laying the little one down. He smiled sleepily up at her as she covered him with a blanket and grabbed his baby monitor.

“Sleep tight, little prince. Mommy and Daddy love you…” She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before heading towards her bedroom.

Steam from the shower was already seeping from underneath the door and she made her way into the bathroom. What she saw took her breath away. Her husband stood in the steaming hot shower, water sluicing over his powerful body. It seemed he’d put on even more muscle during his time overseas and she licked her lips at the sight. Terry had always had a phenomenal body, but now… this was him times a hundred. Even as quiet as she was, he seemed to sense her, turning his head to look at her. The way his eyes moved over her made her feel naked already and she bit her full bottom lip when she saw the look in his eyes. That look meant she was in for it. It meant he planned to make a mess of her the way only he could. Daddy was ready to play.

“Take your clothes off.”

His tone left no room for anything other than complete obedience and her hands, seemingly of their own volition, began to tug the hem of her sundress over her head. She stood before him in her lacy pink thong, teeth worrying her full bottom lip. Her eyes dropped to his heavy shaft, already thickening just for her. It jumped and so did the responding pulse in her pussy, already wet and aching for him. He reached down with one hand, stroking himself, and she licked her lips when she saw the drop of precum fall from his tip to the shower floor. What a waste…

“Everything.”

Savannah hooked her thumbs in the side of her thong, inching the sheer fabric down her long legs.

“Come here.”

Terry pushed the heavy glass shower door open, his eyes focused on his wife, his free hand fisted at his side. It had been so long without her. So long he’d been denied the pleasure of her sweet sanctuary. As she came closer, stepping into the shower, he wrapped his free arm around her, pulling her in close to his wet body. His wife nestled her face against the crook of his neck, tongue coming out to lick at the sweat on his skin. He pulled her in closer, tightening his arm around her waist while his other hand slid down to her round ass, gripping possessively. He had to remind himself to go slow… at first. It had been a while for them both and he wanted that sweet little pussy to take every inch of him. Her lips unerringly found his and a little moan escaped when she wrapped her arms around his neck. His tongue demanded entrance and she relented willingly. Both hands gripped the fleshy cheeks of her ass and Savannah let out a guttural moan as she felt her pussy spread in response to his grip. He backed up to the bench in their shower, pulling her with him. After he sat, he lifted one leg onto his shoulder, leaving her spread wide for him.

“Damn, mama…. That little pussy so pretty. Did she miss me?”

“So much, baby.”

“Yeah?”

Savannah shivered when she saw the way he was looking at her.

“You have no idea. I can’t make my self cum like you do, baby.”

“Hmm….I’m home now. You don’t have to anymore.”

Terry leaned in, licking a thick strip from her slick entrance to her clit, pausing to teasingly suck at her throbbing little pearl. Savannah gasped softly as her husband slid a hand under her, holding her steady as he began to eat his fill. His entire mouth covered her from slit to clit and the sounds he made as he devoured her simultaneously make her nipples hard and her cheeks red. Her eyes were barely open as she watched him, groaning when he looked up at her as he laved her clit with the pad of his tongue. He pulled back to look at her pussy, grinning when he saw how strings of her slick and his saliva connected them. With one hand on her ass, holding her securely, he gently pushed a thick finger inside of her.

“Oh fuck..”

Terry growled against her slick flesh as he pushed in, curling his finger to brush against her g-spot. Her hips bucked towards him and he smiled, tongue curling around her clit as he added another thick finger. Savannah’s head fell back and he looked up at her, watching the way her flat belly panted and clenched as he finger fucked her. God… he’d missed this. Before Savannah, he hadn’t truly known how good sex could be, how powerful. With her, he’d explored every kink and every desire. The safety he felt in her embrace was like no other and going without it for any length of time was literal torture. She was his perfect mate in every way, proven by the way she held his heart safe in her hands. From their very first time together, the sex had always been a mix of explosive and restorative, whether he was making sweet love to her or fucking her through the mattress. And right now, in this moment, Terry was in need of more than a little restoration.

Savannah’s eyes were halfway closed as she looked down at her husband, watching the way he was devouring her pussy and reminding her just why she missed him so much. His eyes were on hers as he dragged his tongue from her dripping entrance to her clit, sucking hard enough to make her squeal. The hand gripping her ass cheek held her in place, not letting her run from his wicked tongue.

“Terry… oh fuck, baby.”

He growled against her pussy, quickening the pace of his fingers against her g spot.

“Cum in my mouth, mama. Let me taste it.”

Savannah felt the muscles in her belly clench and tighten as her orgasm loomed. Her head fell back and she wailed his name as her pussy gushed around his fingers. Terry eagerly lapped up her sweet juices, not letting a single drip go to waste. Her body shivered in his arms and he gently pulled her down into his lap.

“I got you, mama…”

Savannah slipped her arms around his neck, moaning softly as she tasted the remnants of her orgasm on his lips. The way his hands gripped her, anchoring her to him, made her feel like the safest woman in the world. Terry smoothed his hands up her back, drawing her in close for another kiss. Savannah moaned as he kissed her so passionately. Tasting the two of them mixed together was one of her favorite flavors.

“I need you inside me, baby. I need it so bad.”

“You missed me, princess?”

“You have no idea.”

She rocked her hips against him, feeling the steel hard length of him dragging along her inner thigh.

“You gonna make me beg for it?”

“Not tonight, baby girl,” he murmured, lifting her a bit and slotting his fat dick against her slick pussy. “I need you too bad right now.”

Savannah tightened her arms around his neck as he slowly began to lower her onto him, his nostrils flaring like a bull as the battering ram between his legs forced her open.

“Keep your eyes on me, Sav.”

She whimpered softly as she took more of him, moaning loudly as he pushed halfway inside of her, giving her a moment to adjust to him. Terry groaned, gently rocking his hips up. Being inside her again after so long was pushing him to the edge and he fought to keep it slow for now. He gripped her wide hips, eyes on hers as he began to push deeper.

“Fuck, you feel so good, mama.”

Savannah tightened her arms around his neck as she rocked her hips experimentally against him, her body relenting and letting him inside. She ground her clit against his pubic bone, moaning loudly. Terry watched her through heavy lidded eyes, loving the sight of her riding him. Her full breasts swayed with every rock of her hips. His eyes drifted down to her flat belly and he remembered just how feral he’d been when she was pregnant. He hadn’t given her a moment of peace once she’d started showing. And Terry would be lying if he said he wasn’t itching to do it all over again. His wife had always been the most beautiful woman in the world to him, but pregnant? A pregnant Savannah had been glorious perfection. Glowing. Filled with the promise of life. A goddess.

Terry held her close, leaning in to press his lips to hers.

“I love you so much, baby,” he whispered against her lips.

“I love you, Terry.”

His hands gripped her ass, rocking her on top of him. He pressed up, making sure she was taking him all the way to the root. He grunted before leaning in and suckling a nipple into his mouth.

“Mmm... careful. They’re full.”

His eyes met hers and he smiled around her sweet flesh. He gently hefted her heavy breast before sucking a bit harder, rewarded with a gush of her sweet milk. Savannah moaned his name as he drank from her, cradling his head in her hands. Ever since her milk had come in around the seventh month of her pregnancy, he’d been fascinated by her breasts and what they could do now. They’d gone from belonging solely to him to providing for the son he’d given her. When her milk first leaked on him while they were making love, Savannah had been absolutely mortified. Until her husband assured her that he loved her and her body…. And everything it was doing. He'd asked to taste it and been hooked ever since. While he always made sure there was enough for Elijah, he never turned down the opportunity to drink her sweet milk. A shiver went through her body as he switched nipples and the letdown had never felt so good. Savannah rocked her hips, loving the way her man felt inside of her. So fucking thick and long enough to kiss her cervix with every hard and deep thrust. His hands gripped her flesh, rocking her back and forth on top of him.

“Fuck… you take me so well, mama. Every inch in that sweet little pussy.”

Savannah moaned softly, digging her nails into his broad back. His answering growl was met with a gush of liquid from her. Making love with her husband had always been something held dear to her heart, something sacred between them. From their very first time together, Savannah had been hooked on him. Terry made love with the same intensity that he gave to everything in his life. Whether they were having a wild fuck session in his truck or passionate love making sprawled across their bed, it always ended the same. With the both of them sprawled out, drained and unable to move. She cried out his name when the blunt head of his dick dragged across her g-spot. Terry’s grip on her hips tightened as she ground down on him, twisting and taking him deep. His eyes drifted over her body, loving everything he saw. From her full breasts that swayed softly with every rock of her hips. To the flat belly with the hint of a curve at the bottom of it from carrying their precious child. To the stretch marks that tracked along the curve of her hips, his favorite part of her body. She used to complain about the marks that had appeared during her sixth month of pregnancy until her husband made sure she knew how much he loved them. How much he loved her body. How fucking obsessed he was with her.

“Terryyyyy….”

The way she whined his name, her head lolling on her neck as she rocked her hips on him, made his his dick jump. He pushed deep, loving the way her tight little pussy clenched around him.

“Make me cum, baby.”

Terry leaned in, swallowing her moans as he reached between them. Her hips jolted when his thumb firmly circled her swollen clit. Between the broad head of his shaft dragging along her g-spot with every deep thrust and his fingers on her clit, her body dove headlong towards pleasure. Savannah moaned his name, her hands tightening on his flesh as she rocked her hips.

“C’mon mama.. come on this dick.”

Terry grunted when he felt the familiar fluttering of his wife’s pussy around his dick. He kept going, wanting to make her orgasm as many times as she could. He growled, yanking her down hard against him. He could feel his balls draw up against his body as Savannah moaned his name, her pussy spasming around him. Her long nails dug into the muscles of his shoulder and she felt his dick jump before starting to paint her walls white. Terry panted softly as he held her close, his hips still rocking against her, drawing out both their orgasms. He nuzzled her neck, nipping the soft skin teasingly.

“Mmm… it’s so hot," she whimpered, whimpering as she felt his come pooling deep inside of her. “Terry!”

Savannah yelped his name as Terry pushed himself to his feet, still lodged inside of her. He held her securely in his arms as he reached over and flipped the shower off.

“Think I can get one more out of you…”

He shifted her in his arms, cradling her bridal style as he walked into their bedroom. He tossed the towel he’d grabbed haphazardly on the bed before sitting her on shaky legs, turning her away from him. His big body wrapped around hers, holding her tight against him as he trailed soft kisses along her shoulder. She could feel him pulsing against her ass and had never been happier to be with a man who could come multiple times in a single session. The first time he’d done it, he’d worn her ass out. And it felt like Terry wanted a repeat of history today….

A large hand smoothed down her back, urging her to bend over the side of the bed. Savannah braced herself on her forearms, glancing back at her husband. He towered over her, his hand stroking the thick shaft that was slick with both their juices.

“You good, mama? Can you take more?”

“I’ll take whatever you give me, baby.”

The wicked grin on his face was the only warning she’d get. He leaned in, bending his knees a little to rub the wide head of his dick against her dripping entrance. His eyes were laser focused on her pussy as he began to push inside, giving her every inch with a slow deep thrust. His seed and her slick squelched out, lubing the way as he thrust deep. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her back into his thrusts, starting off slow and easy.

“You look so fucking good, mama. So sexy taking all this dick.”

Savannah whimpered as he pressed in deep, his wide dick dragging along her walls in a way that made her legs shake. Terry's eyes drifted over her body, going from the sleek muscles in her back as they rippled beneath her skin, to her nipped in waist, to the wide hips he was currently gripping… down to the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Him, thick and covered in her cream, plunging deep into her sweet little pussy. Perfection. He let his head fall back as he grunted loudly, loving the way she clenched around him in response.

“Fuck, that's it baby. Squeeze me. I love that shit.”

"You're so deep, Daddy."

"That's right where you wanted me, isn’t it?” Terry grunted as he pressed deep, feeling the head of his dick just touching against her cervix. “Remind you who you belong to.” He leaned over her, bracing him arms on either side of her body. Savannah shivered as she felt him rest more of his body weight on top of her. There was nothing she loved more than the the feeling of being caged in by her big ass husband. When those big arms came around her, holding her in place, she knew she was in for it. Flat on her belly now, Terry was in complete control. Just how he liked it. He nudged her legs a bit wider and started to grind against her, giving her all of him. The familiar flutterings around his dick let Terry know his wife was close again. And he was determined to make up for all the time he'd lost with her. All the nights she’d had to go to bed not wrapped in his arms. All the days she’d spent alone, taking care of their little one. But she didn’t have to do it all alone anymore. Daddy was home now. Savannah mindlessly moaned his name as he thrust against her round ass, his arms wrapped tight around her. The constant jabbing against her g-spot set her off and she cried out as she came hard again, hot liquid squirting out of her. Terry grunted, pressing in deep when her body tried to push him out. He felt the tightening in his balls and knew his orgasm was imminent.

“Gonna cum in that pussy, Sav.”

“Yes, baby,” she whimpered, her voice weak after that last powerful orgasm.

“Mmmm… gonna fill my little pussy up. Put my daughter in your belly. That’s what you want?”

Savannah clawed at the bedsheets, her body trapped under her husband’s as he mercilessly fucked her, not giving her a moment to recover as he chased his own orgasm.

“Say it.”

“Cum inside me, baby. Pleeeeeease…”

Terry buried his face against the side of her neck, inhaling her scent as he thrust hard and deep one last time. He groaned her name as he started to come, his seed shooting from him in heavy, hard spurts. He ground himself against her as her perfect pussy milked him of his seed. Savannah shuddered as she felt him fill her to the brim and then some, his hot cum spilling out around him. Soft kisses to the back of her shoulder let her know her husband was back.. the animal inside of him having retreated for now. He tenderly nuzzled the side of her neck, breathing in the scent of her sweet sweat. He pushed himself up off of her, eyes on their joining as he slowly started to pull out of her. He would always love the sight of her pussy filled with him. One hand gripped her ass cheek, spreading her open so he could see the evidence of his ruin.

“I’ll be right back, angel..”

Savannah hummed softly in response, pulling her body further on the bed and rolling onto her back. Moments later, her gloriously naked husband walked back into the bedroom and gently began to clean her up, murmuring softly to her. Savannah’s eyes were low as she watched him, biting her bottom lip as he slowly wiped between her thighs. After tossing the damp rag in the hamper, he reached down, sliding his wife further up the bed before crawling in with her and pulling her close. Legs tangled together, heartbeats slowing down to a matching beat, they just held one another.

“I’m so happy you’re home, baby.”

Terry smiled before pressing a kiss to her temple and tightening his arms around her.

“So am I, ladybug… so am I…”

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