Forever Mine Box Set (BWWM, African American, Interracial,and Multicultural) (3 page)

Maybe she came to realize all the talk I was spewing was right. It was just talk on my part. I never wanted anyone the way I wanted her. Now I’m sitting here waiting for her to come home to me and she is out there fucking Seth instead of me.

I sat hurt and angry, smoldering, full with come, and my dick wanting her pussy. I blame myself. I should have taken her and claimed her cunt when she wanted me to. Now Seth is lying somewhere filling her with his come and eating her pussy. My imagination ran the gamut. I visualized him forcing his big dick inside her virgin opening.

I
t was Saturday morning about nine o’clock when I came in. Matthew sat on the sofa in his pajama bottoms, his taut muscular upper body bare, making me hot and aroused. The slight beard from lack of a shave made him handsome beyond my wildest dreams and I wanted him to fuck me hard for making him jealous. 

“Did you sit there all night? I could swear you were in the same place,” I said teasing him, and kissing him on the forehead. “I going take a shower and we can go to the Marina if you want. I feel like some seafood today.”

“Where have you been?” His mouth closed in a hard line. “You should have called and said that you wouldn’t be home. I’m responsible for you. I’m like your guardian.”

“You aren’t a fucking guardian. Don’t try to make it sound like something it’s not. You are my man. I am your woman. And not fucking me is not going to make that change,” I said angry with him. He wanted me but he wouldn’t take me and make me his.

“All that talk about me finding someone was just rhetoric to justify never making love to me.”

“It wasn’t just talk. I did want you to find a young man. Fall in love with him,” he said his voice breaking. I walked away and turned back and stood in front of him with my hands on my hips.

“But now when you think I’ve fucked a man, and let him eat my pussy, you don’t want that anymore?” He glanced at me closing his eyes for a second.

“You didn’t answer my question. Where have you been?”

“Are you asking as my guardian or you asking as my man?” He stared at me. “Now you aren’t answering my questions?” I headed to the shower and stripped my clothes and dropped in a trail leading to the shower. He picked them up and followed me into the restroom.

“If you must know, I stayed at Seth’s house. The concert was close to his place, and I decided to sleep over there. You told me to find some friends,” I said standing before him naked. “So I did.” I open the shower door and turned on the warm water and stepped in. Then he stood looking at the door for a second, he opened it, reached into the large shower, turned off the water and gathered me into his arms.

With his breathing erratic, and he looking into my eyes, making me so hot for him he said in a low soft growl, “You are forever mine. You want to be fucked then I will fuck you like I would my woman, hard. If you can’t take it hard let me know now.” Inside I smiled, but I kept an apathetic look on my face as if I didn’t want him.

Matthew placed me on the bed with water sliding off my body making the spot where I lay wet. I lay waiting for his promise as he discarded his pajama pants. He stood before me naked his dick erect. “You asked for this. You want to be my woman and I want you beyond anything I can think of.”

Leaning over me, he held his weight with his hands on both sides of me. Then on one hand he held his penis and tried to place it into my opening. He glanced up at me in surprise, “I thought you were no longer a virgin.”

“I was waiting for you,” I said with a sly smile. “Do you think I would let another man have me before you? You are all I’ve ever wanted in life.”

“Then you are mine forever,” he said. His mouth lowered on mine as he tried putting his penis in again. I was so hot for him my flowing juices cleared a path for his hard cock to slide into my needy pussy. “I need to fuck you hard because I’m angry with you.”

“I’m angry with you for being such a hard tight ass white man. You know you want me, why did it take you so long? Fuck me hard. I want you to. I want nothing to come between us. I want to give you everything you want in bed.” 

I opened my legs wide and he pushed in me hard, as if he was making up for all the times he could have had me and didn’t take me. I met his hard thrust with my own. I was tight and I could feel me bringing him to an orgasm. When I felt the pulsating of his cock, I moved away from him. I didn’t want him getting it too early because he had held back so long.

“Let me suck you and when you’re ready then you can fuck me and come in me.” I pushed him over and he lay there enjoying me sucking his dick as I had always done before.

“I’m ready to come, but I have to come in you and not your mouth.”

“What’s wrong with my mouth?”

“I want to have children with you. You aren’t going anywhere and I don’t want anyone else to have you and you can’t sleep out anymore away from me,” he said looking down into my eyes. Then pushing in me hard. Sinking inside of me then touching my core and causing us to come at the same time.

When Matthew fell to the side of me, my opening was sore, and wanting more.

We lay in bed with me leaning my head on his hard chest and we discussed the idea of children and our age difference. Nothing and no one mattered anymore except we would make each other happy and we would be able to make love to each other night and day.

The End of Part 1

Thank you for reading my books. Below I have included Chapter 1:
Swept Away

All my books have a bonus chapter of some of my books at the end of each Part. After the bonus chapter, read further for Part 2 of Forever Mine.

Swept Away

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R
achel

“Hurry, I’m going to be late for my flight.” Rachel Morgan threw on her blue jean short shorts and a white tee and glanced into the mirror checking her ample figure, her small waist and a supple rear end, her best asset she thought as she headed down the winding stair case. She tottered just slightly in her Christian Louboutin, then holding on to the banister she wiggled down the steps. The sound of her black studded stilettos muffled on the carpeted stairs. Her maid and butler glanced at each other.

“Why are you wearing those short shorts and those shoes? They make you look like a tramp or worse yet...” She whispered the word, “A Ho.”

“The word is whore and I heard what you said, but that’s not going to stop me from being me. After all I’m a diva,” she said tossing her long curly hair to the side, “and everyone expects me to wear something provocative.”

“Well, you can’t get more prevaricated than that.”

“The word is provocative, Uncle Grant. I swear if I stay around you any longer I’ll probably be eating grits and cornbread next, and talking like you two,” Rachel said taking another look in the mirror and putting on another sliver of lipstick.

“And what’s wrong with the way we talk?” Her uncle Grant asked. “You didn’t seem to mind when you were a little kid when you couldn’t spell cat if I spotted you the c and t. You was always asking me things. Always running your mouth. What’s this Uncle Grant? What’s that? Always talking never taking time to listen. Now you think you know everything.”

“I was a kid then. I didn’t know any better. And it was you I had to spot the C and T to spell cat.”

“I can’t help if I didn’t get a good education like you. We were poor folks from Louisiana, had to work in the fields when I was coming up,” He said walking away with his head down head for the kitchen.

“Girl you act like you are ashamed of us. Go on and give your uncle a kiss and apologize. If it wasn’t for him working at that plant all these years you wouldn’t be able to get those singing and dancing lesson to make you a big star.”

“I’ll apologize.” She rushed to him as he sat at the kitchen isle and kissed him on his head and then gave him a big hug.

“I’m sorry Unk.”

“Apologies accepted,” he said to her and gave her a tired smile. Her uncle was in his seventies and he had worked years at the same refinery and now he was sick and plain exhausted.

“I know about all those things and I don’t want to be reminded. I thought if I bought this house and brought you out here...” Rachel glanced at her aunt and uncle and they shook their heads.

“We don’t need all these things. They’re just things. More things for me to dust. Look at all those brick-a-whatcha call it. And those clothes. No one need to spend that kind of money on one pair of shoes and that other stuff. Girl you know you can go broke if you keep spending like this. Remember what your manager says.”

“Oh him that cheap BS.”

“Watch your mouth, you,” Uncle Grant said. “Anyone cussing in here will be me.”

“Rachel you’ve changed. Look at you. False eyelashes, skimpy clothes and what else? I remember when you were a little girl...” her aunt said marching behind her.

“Are we going to start that again? Please?” Rachel said turning around and standing in the foyer on the black and white Italian tile glancing out of her antique beveled glass doors. “I remember when I was a little girl and now I’m twenty-one and I’m a millionaire. You wouldn’t have a house like this to take care of and live in if it wasn’t for me working my ass off as a child, singing and riding Shetland ponies from California to Texas in every God forsaken mall in this country. Singing to snotty nose teens and perverts who came to hear the little girl with the golden voice.”

“Girl someone needs to wash your mouth out with soap,” her aunt said tapping her foot.

“Aunt Alice, you sound like my mother and I haven’t seen her in years and I don’t want to see her.”

“You know your mother has a problem and you need to have a little more sympathy for her.”

“She’s had that problem since I was a girl. Bad choices of men, booze and drugs,” Rachel said standing and prancing in the mirror. Turning around to show off her behind with her cheeks slightly showing from underneath her shorts, and getting another volley of faces from her aunt. She put both her hands under her breasts and pushed them up.

“And you think that choice you made over in the Bahamas is any better? You’re one of the most ungrateful little shits...” and she caught herself. She wanted to give Rachel a piece of her mind. “Look at you. You think that Bahama man want you for your body and looks, or because you have such a lovely personality, why he...”

“Don’t you say it or you will be looking for a job tomorrow.” Rachel threatened. She knew it was an empty threat. There was no way she would consider getting rid of the only people who raised her and kept her on the straight and narrow since she was a child. But it sound good, at least to her.

“I’m not afraid of you, I put diapers on you when you were a baby. You better hope that somebody is around that cares enough about you because that fiancé of yours...”

“Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I know you have been promising to leave me Aunt Alice since I was a child. You had your chance now, let me get out of here, the limo is ready.” Rachel threw her purse over her shoulder and reached for the gold door handle and her aunt stopped her.

Jet. People don’t bring food with them when they travel on jets. “I’ll be Ok.” She turned leaning in giving Aunt Alice a kiss on the forehead.

“Tell uncle bye.”

“I put them there anyway. In that expensive bag of yours. No one should pay over ten dollars for a purse. Whoever heard of spending thirty thousand on a purse? Why back in my day you could get a house for that much.” Rachel kissed Aunt Alice a second time and shook her head. “Don’t sleep with him until you’re married,” she shouted to Rachel as she climbed into the limo.

“I’m just going to the Bahamas for some sun and a rest. I’m too tired to do anything. And besides men and woman...” She didn’t dare tell her that she had plans to marry and she was going to Hawaii.

“You’re just a child. You just made twenty-one.”

“And you’re old. You need to rest and stop worrying about me. Tell Uncle Grant bye.” Aunt Alice glanced at all the bags that the driver had loaded in the trunk of the limo and it filled it where he could barely closed the trunk.

“That’s too many bags you’re carrying on that small plane,” she stood warning her.

“It’s a jet. It’s a jet,” Rachel said lowering the window and kissing her aunt’s cheek and holding her hand. She raised the tinted window and stared at her. She was missing her and she hadn’t left yet. Aunt Alice had always been there for her. Traveled with her on the road. Took care of her and disciplined her when she needed it.

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M
ason

“This is fucking unbelievable. My father has disinherited me,” Mason murmured as he threw his belongings into a soft canvas bag. He believed in traveling light since he lost his fortune. “They took away the cars, my clothes, then they had the nerves to confiscate my home. Leaving me with this fucking rundown apartment that I can’t pay the rent on,” he murmured tossing the rest of his belongings on the floor.

Mason stood watching all that he had left. “Nothing. I have nothing. Yesterday I had it all, a girl, money, and a mansion. Now look at me, I look like a beach bum. Well, now I am. Pretty soon I’ll be staying in a trailer park somewhere and it won’t be here because I can’t afford to stay in California. I hope that cheap old aristocratic bastard is happy. He never wanted me here in the first place.”

“What’s going on?” Chad said peeping out of his bedroom door. “I hear you talking to yourself like a mad hatter and I find you packing to go somewhere,” Chad said with a smirk crossing his face, the whole time glad to get the apartment to himself where he can have some privacy.

“If I were you, I would pack too. My apartment is being foreclosed on.” Mason threw his PlayStation into a canvas bag. 

“What?” What the fuck happened to the rent I’ve been paying you for the last six months?” Chad asked walking into the living room to see what Mason was carrying away.