Crazy but sweet

  JOLIE POV.

  I met Luke outside, he'd just arrived.

  "Help my wife with her grandfather's preparations."

  I didn't wait for him to answer because I knew he would do a better job.

  I walked to the blood center, my daughter was in a critical condition and I had to donate blood, they had texted my blood to see if we're a match before I went to get Lola.

  LUKE POV.

  I didn't know if I should have been happy for Jolie or sad, for the past months he'd been terrible, his grandfather had warned him never to go near Lola, by the moment he had a chance to get closer to her, both of the old men had died in an accident.

  I walked to Lola, she was still sobbing while trying to fight the nurses who were trying to take her grandfather away.

  "Let them Lola, let them do their work."

  She looked at me with that look that screamed, are you nuts, but I didn't give a damn.

  "Your daughter is in a critical condition, Jolie is donating blood."

  Those words were able to convince her, because she left running.

  Two weeks later...

  LOLA POV

  I wondered if I was being terribly selfish, that I had refused to talk to Jolie after the burial of our grandfathers, I had seen what a good father he is to our daughter Neila, today I'll be going to the hospital to discharge her, I hope I don't meet him, but knowing Jolie he'll not stop until he gets to stay with us.Jolie wasn’t someone used to not getting his way. He was ruthless in business. His grandpa had remarked on it many times. He’d admitted that if it weren’t for Jolie, their business wouldn’t be what it was now. I shivered realizing that Jolie was back, and this time he was going to keep me by his side either by force or willingly.

  I was unwilling, to allow Jolie to come with us, but he wouldn't. In fact he abducted us, immediately we left the hospital, now we're at the center of nowhere. And he is hugging me tightly, eager to make sure I listen to what he wants to say.

  "After you left," Jolie said, "I thought I would go mad. There was no place I could go to feel better. No person I wanted to be with. I wanted you to come back, I would have given my life for it. But at the same time I hated myself for your leaving. I hated everything. My own heart for beating. I had only one reason to not come and get you back, and that was to gain your forgiveness and see you again."

  His words moved and pleased me I was touched by the severe simplicity of his declaration. I had lived the past months waiting for him to come , but his grandfather had warned him, I couldn't even call him, I also knew that he had cut ties with his mother unless she apologizes to me.

  "Didn't your women help?" I asked softly. "Did it ease you to fuck them Jolie?"

  He shook his head. "It never occurred to me to fuck anybody again," came his soft reply. "Because they weren't you."

  I had been longing for him, for him to assure me again that I mean something to him, I let him kiss me, unable to resist his lips.

  He made sure Neila was fed, changed and had drank her medicine before putting her to the baby crib in the vast bedroom, he went ahead and put on a music, he asked for a dance and I didn't deny him, we danced until we found ourselves on the bed naked and panting from kissing and touching.

  I leaned over him, my hair falling across his chest and throat and arms. I stared into his black eyes. "I want us to be faithful to each other," I said gravely. "From this day forward."

  There was a brief silence, I continued to look deeply into his eyes.

  I felt as Jolie's chest rose and fell in a long, deep breath. "I'll be faithful to you," he said. "Forever."

  "So will I" I muttered.

  "Promise also that you'll never leave me again." Jolie said cupping my cheeks

  I lifted my hand from the center of his chest and pressed a kiss there. "I promise."

  He was busy smiling at me when I cupped his member below, Oh God! How I missed him, just like it knows it's owner, it reacted to my touch instantly. I squeezed him, so gently as I rolled the roundness of his shaft, I felt his teeth on my ear, his hot breath fanning my sensitive area as he endured my touch.

  Moving upward, I gripped the shaft lightly-too lightly. Knowing Jolie, he would have begged me to do it harder, I think he knew how much I had missed him, how much I had yearned for all this, that's why he could only wait, gasping. I turned and bent my head over him, covering him with my mouth. I gasped when Jolie lifted my hips and dragged them upward. He buried his face in me, his tongue working viciously until I moaned with his cock deep inside my mouth. He was indeed a good sucker.

  Licking my pussy, he sank his tongue deep, again and again. My legs stiffened, as if I was about to cum, But I wanted him to be inside me when it happened, my throbbing clit had to feel, grip and clench around him. "Jolie please, I want you to make love to me, I just want you fucking now!"

  He didn't hesitate, he toppled me carefully and eased me to my front, and he pushed a pillow beneath my hips.

  I moaned and parted my knees wider, he positioned himself, his cock slick with the moisture from my mouth. He massaged my clit with his fingers slowly while he fed his shaft into me, his fingers stroking faster with every hard inch that pushed forward, and when he had finally buried his full length, I came forcefully with a sobbing cry.

  I opened my eyes, when I didn't feel Jolie moving, he was staring at me , I licked my lips, my thoughts wandering, I am now in good hands. Jolie would be the best. I have absolute confidence in his ability to keep us all happy.

  I rubbed my hands on his buttocks, assuring him I was fine.

  “This time is for me,” he growled as he pumped into me. “You make me crazy, Lola. I swore I wouldn’t make you tired tonight. That I’d take things slow. But your hands on my buttocks broke every ounce of my restraint.”

  I smiled but my vision was hazy. All I could do was feel the power of his movements. His ownership of my body. He held my hips down, making my movement impossible. And I didn’t care. I loved this position. I loved everything, that I was as much powerless as he when it came to his words, touch and orgasms. It excited me, bringing me closer to the edge ones again.

  “So damn sweet,” he muttered, his face strained as he pounded into my needy pussy, mindlessly. “I’ve dreamed of this, Lola. Of you. And me. And our kid. Togethe

r. Finally together. I’ll never let you go, honey. I hope to hell you’re prepared for that. If you ever try to walk away from me, I’ll fight like hell to keep you right where you be

long.”

  No words were needed anymore in the erotic room, only the smooching, moaning and skin to skin slapping sound were enough as DOLLY PARTON song : About love, continued to play.