He grunted, as he fucked her slow; each stroke deeper than the one before, as if he was trying to dig his way to her soul. He didn’t believe anyone could love him. Nobody had certainly ever told him, and the melody of her voice…that rasp, the sincerity. Fuck, if he didn’t love her too. “Tell me again, baby,” he said, as she threw her body back at him. Like waves in the ocean, crashing against one another, they rocked the boat. “Oooh,” she moaned, her face twisted in an ugly pleasure, as she bit into her lip as he took control of her body. He was straddling the line between being delicate and going beast inside her. He had flirted with the idea of this night many times in his mind, but nothing was like the real thing. “I love you, Messiah,” she groaned. “Fuckkkk,” she screamed, as the sound of their skin meeting, slapped throughout the apartment. Her pussy sucked him in and spit him out, massaging his manhood again and again. When she had been raped, they had robbed her of her virginity, but Messiah was the first man to enter her by choice. She wished they hadn’t stolen her gift before she could give it to him, because the way he was working her body over, made her never want to know what it was like to have someone else inside her ever again. “I’m cumming,” she whined, as she pulled him into her, gripping his ass and locking her thighs to keep him there in her depths. He knew he should pull out. He wasn’t strapped up. He was never this reckless, and he was about to press eject until her heard her say it again. “Messiah,” she moaned. This fucking girl gon’ be the death of me, he thought, realizing he had found his weakness, and in the same thought, deciding that he had to keep her hidden because there were niggas who had been searching for his soft spot for years. If it was ever discovered that she was it, she would be a target. Messiah groaned, as he planted his seeds inside of her, and then moved her hair out of her face to see that she was crying.

“I love you,” he finally answered. “I’ve never done this before, so if I start loving you wrong, you got to let me know.” She nodded. He kissed her tears away and then rolled onto his back, pulling her on top so that he could hold her. He had never wanted to be this close to a woman, never trusted them enough to stay after sex, but this was different. It scared him. That’s how he knew it was real.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

“That’s the pizza,” Morgan said, standing up and heading to her door, naked.