“That’s my shit,” he said, as he gripped her chin and stopped their kiss to look her in the eyes. “You hear me?”

She nodded.

“No more answering the door for the pizza man in your panties and shit,” he said, as he kissed her, biting her bottom lip, gently. She laughed, as he pulled her on top of him and stared up at her.

“You know we can’t tell Ethic, right?” she said, her expression fretful.

“I’ll figure that part out,” Messiah promised. “It just might take me some time, but not having you is no longer an option.”

She reached beneath her and grabbed his dick, lifting slightly to guide herself down onto it. Her mouth fell open at his girth. Morgan was inexperienced and still so tight that it hurt a little. He flipped her on her back. “You’re not ready for that,” he said. He slid into her, slowly, rocking, giving her the dick inch by inch, until all 10 of him was nestled inside her. “Let me know if I’m hurting you.” He stared at her, his hands on the sides of her head. “I don’t want to hurt you, Mo.”

She could see the worry in his eyes. His words had a deeper meaning, but she trusted him. “You could never hurt someone you love,” she whispered.

He began to grind into her, the muscles in his entire body tensing, as she touched his face. She lifted her head to kiss him and he kissed her back. The flavor of her womanhood lingered on his lips. “I love you, Messiah,” she whispered.