Free Lying Lips by Mahaughani Fiyah Page B

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    Quickly he backed me into the brick alley wall. He turned my body so that I was now facing him. He lifted me high, was holding me roughly using the weight of himself to keep me braced against the wall. We were eye to eye. Pissed, he spread my legs and wrapped them around him. He was close to me. So close to me that we were actually breathing the same air.
    I shook with fear.
    He shook with rage.
    “You want to talk shit, Legaci? He bared his teeth then ripped my blouse and exposed my breasts. “Talk shit now!”
    The words that were so eager to escape my mouth when he was on the phone, suddenly died in my throat. My voice was silenced by fear. I said nothing.
    “Tell me how grown you are now,” he demanded as I looked up at him wide eyed and astonished. I heard him quickly unzip his pants. Felt him hastily rip the crotch of mine. “Tell me how insane I am now,” he commanded as he stared angrily into my eyes. “I dare you to tell me how I’m overreacting!” He challenged me as he held my gaze and entered me.
    “Aaaaahhhhhh,” I screamed out.
    Scared.
    Petrified.
    Then I went into Asanti mode.
    I couldn’t help it.
    My legs tightened around him. My arms wrapped desperately around his neck. I crushed his mouth with mine. And raised and lowered my hips as I gave in to his anger with heat of my own.
    He thrust powerfully into me. Held me against the wall as if punishing me for being a bad girl.
    “Damn it, Legaci,” he said when he ended the searing kiss. “ I love you !” He was furious. “You’re mine ,” he spoke as he thrust wildly. “You belong to me !” The look in his eyes was deadly mixed with passion and possession. At that moment I knew my place. His actions made me know my place when his words couldn’t. I accepted it. He pounded me. The anger coursing through him had his body shaking. Teetering on the edge of madness. He gripped me tighter. Thrust harder.
    I loved it.
    “You’re my wife !” He practically yelled as he thrust. Harder. Faster. Almost viciously. “ Wife . Do you understand me?”
    “ Yes !” I shouted, shook my head weakly.
    I surrendered.
    “Tell me you love me, Legaci,” he commanded as he plunged into me with anger and force.
    “I love you,” the words tumbled out of my mouth.
    I meant them.
    That seemed to calm him down tremendously. But nowhere near enough. “ Damnit , I love you so much,” he said to me as he searched my eyes desperately.
    In them he must have found what he so feverishly sought.
    He pumped deeper into me.
    “Aaaaaaaahhhhh,” I screamed again.
    “That’s the only shit I ever want to hear you talking,” he instructed. “Say it again!”
    “Aaaaahhhhhh,” he made me moan.
    “That’s it, baby,” he soothed, “let that rage out.” Something in his words took me to a new fullness. I closed my eyes. His furious thrusts rocking me toward the heavens. My legs suddenly locked around him. My muscles seized. I screamed again. “There you go,” he pacified, “tell me just how pissed you are,” he ordered as he plowed through my core.
    “Oooohhhhhh,” I moaned deep and hard.
    “Just like that, Mami,” he cajoled. He bit into my breasts. Fed on my nipples. “Mmmm,” he moaned like I was delicious. “Mine,” he told himself, “ all mine.” I was nearing a breakdown. A mental and physical meltdown. He pounded me some more as if to prove that I did indeed belong to him. “All mine,” he repeated. “My woman. My wife . My world.” He continued talking to me. Letting me know who ran the show. I loved him. Hard. And Deep. At that moment I would have done anything for him. Anything. Quickly he gave me the chance to prove it. “Flow,” he ordered me.
    Smoothly.
    Commandingly.
    And I did.
    My release was so intense, so powerful that it completely consumed me. All I could see, think, and feel was Asanti as the juices he claimed poured from me like hot water from a fountain.
    “Now talk shit to Daddy,” he ordered as he plunged my