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Page 1 of Pieces of Us

Morgan

T he Past

My spine curled as the first orgasm hit me.

“Oooh fuck!” I yelled.

Jolts of my climax ran from my toes to my head like strikes of lightning as I gripped the wings of his tatted back and held on to him tightly.

This was wrong, but it felt so right in my moment of weakness. My first love…my soulmate…he was the only man that could bring me this type of pleasure. I always knew he could, and I should have stayed away. However, in my vulnerability, I allowed what used to be to become what is.

“Stay with me,” he whispered in my ear.

The slight desperation in his tone caused my eyes to mist. I pressed my lips to his shoulder and closed my eyes. If my father knew what I was doing in this moment, he’d douse me in holy water.

He wanted me to stay, but I couldn’t. As much as I wanted this life with him, I couldn’t leave my old life until I closed that chapter for good. It felt wrong to want this, but if I was being honest, he was my home…my destiny.

“Say you’ll stay.” He was still rock hard inside of me, rolling his hips slowly, riling me up again. My belly toiled as the tears I tried to suppress rolled down my cheeks.

“I-I can’t.”

His head lifted as he looked into my watery eyes. “You can…You will always be mine, Mo Boogie. I ain’t living without you no more, baby. You belong to me.”

“Hemi!” I called out as his thrusts became quicker.

My heart was crying out to be set free from these conflicting feelings I’ve had since seeing Nehemiah again. I just wanted to love who I wanted and not have to choose. My choice should have been easy.

My marriage had been falling apart long before this very moment of having my first love between my legs, separating me further from my lying, deceitful husband. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t help the longing I had been feeling since seeing his face again.

“Morgan…” he called out as he gripped the headboard, thrusting deeper as he reached his climax, and his seeds spilled into my unprotected womb. Once his racing heart settled, he looked down at me with misty eyes. “Tell that nigga goodbye, and stop playing with me. If you don’t, I will.”