Yall I Got These Pictures From Pinterest (but I Need To Thirst About This Black King Really Quick)

Y’all I got these pictures from Pinterest (but I need to thirst about this black king really quick)

Lawd help me jesus, 🥵 if you are listening to me right now please send me a man that looks like him please. Y'all for the past two days straight I have been watching rebel ridge I can't get this man out of my head like I was at the gym today and none of these niggas look like Terrence James Richmond.....FUCKKK MY LIFEE 😭I am down for this man and I know in my heart, mind, body and soul that his dick is big 🧎🏿‍♀️🧎🏿‍♀️just everything about him is big 👀👀 and he has to be the finest nigga on this earth to walk today. I would put his ass down, purrr😈 I wanna bite his ears and lastly I need him in a love story with a black woman and he needs to a eater 👅 and hunching on our sista’s🙏🏿.

I can’t lie I’m enjoying writing these. 🙃 lowkey wish it was me

warnings: 18+, SMUT, edging, dirty talk, oral sex, fingering.

Summary: Aaron is having a get together at his home with his colleagues and his wife has had an attitude with him all day… he ends up fixing it tho.

30 Whole Days

He marched up the stairs and into the bedroom searching for her. His breathing was heavy, not from exhaustion but from rage. This was it, she had pushed him to the limit with her most recent emotional outburst. He understood how sensitive she was and that at times her emotions could get the best of her but he never thought she’d use this moment to embarrass him in front of his people.

Her attitude was far out of control and he didn’t know if he were to blame or if this was all on her. She had been short with him all day. Half assed answers, avoiding kisses and walking away when he’d reach for a hug. He couldn’t believe 30 days had done this to her, and had caused her to become so… bratty.

Attempting to lighten her mood, he had asked her to bring him and the guys another round of tequila shots. He knew his wife’s favorite thing to do was serve him, not only because he’d asked but because it was her love language, so he figured it wouldn’t be an issue.

She waited a few beats to respond then flashed a fake over exaggerated smile to him before heading to the bar that sat right outside on the back patio. She was over him at this moment. She was pissed, frustrated, angry and now after 30 days of holding back her emotions, she exploded.

She grabbed the bottle of tequila and took a few gulps of the warm liquor before storming back into the living room where the guests sat. They all laughed and sipped on their beverages as she walked directly to him, never taking her eyes off of him.

“Pour your own damn shots!” She stated through gritted teeth before slamming the expensive bottle onto the coffee table cracking the glass that held drinks and coasters.

The room went completely silent as they watched her walk away stomping up the stairs and slamming the door a few seconds later.

”We should get going, I think we may have overstayed our welcome.” Jamal, his colleague said, looking over at him with a worried stare. “I’ll see you later man.” Everyone stood and shook hands before departing all at a once.

Once the large horseshoe driveway was empty he immediately turned and shot up the stairs to the owners suite. She had officially lost her damn mind.

“Veronica!” He yelled, in a tone that demanded her presence right away. His voice roared throughout the whole house, there was no way she didn’t hear him. When she failed to appear in front of him, he knew she was purposely testing his patience. He walked into their adjoining bathroom to find her at the vanity casually fixing her hair and makeup.

“Have you lost your fucking mind? I have a house full of guests and you decide to embarrass me?” He asked standing in the doorway eyeing her reflection in the mirror.

“I didn’t embarrass you like I could have.” She shot back, sending a look of anger right back to him.

He paused for a few seconds before letting out a deep breath and nodding his head. “Alright, if this is what you wanna do, it’s fine with me.”

”Fine.” She responded.

As much as he loved his wife, he hated her stubborn attitude. Her need to prove a point, her desire to be right all the time, to be the winner of some game that only she’s aware of. Usually he would be the one to fold simply because he knew his wife and she’d thrown fits like this in the past to get what she wanted but tonight she had taken it too far. He decided that for the first time in the 4 years they’d been married, she would have to swallow her pride to get what she wanted.

He walked out of the bathroom and made his way to the walk in closet. He began smirking to himself wondering how long it would take for her to do the one thing that comes rare to her, beg.

He undid his tie first and removed his dress shirt right after. He kept his white wife beater on along with his dress slacks and dress shoes. After placing his tie and shirt in their designated areas, he left the bedroom and made his way downstairs to the study, making sure to close the bedroom door behind him.

She sat for a few minutes in confusion. He knew what she wanted and by now he’d be giving her just that but something was off about tonight. She got up from the vanity and went into the bedroom looking around for her husband. He wasn’t there.

She went into the closet to see if he’d be there deciding on an outfit for morning brunch with the family but he wasn’t there either.

“He really just left me in this room by myself.” She whispered to herself in shock. She knew he hadn’t left the house because the security system would have alerted her.

She looked over at the clock on the nightstand that read 9:40 p.m. in digital white font. He was going to make her beg for it but she refused to give in, not after he made her wait for 30 days. He owed HER and he was going to be the one to give in, not the other way around.

So she decided to turn on the tv and watch reruns of her favorite reality shows until he walked through the bedroom door, shirt off and dick swinging.

Two long hours had gone by and he still hadn’t made his way back to their bedroom. She couldn’t believe he’d actually decided to sleep in one of the guest bedrooms. I mean yeah she had thrown a tantrum and it may have been a bit much but he started it. How could he not expect her to react this way after going cold turkey for so long.

“I’m over this shit.” She threw the comforter off of her body and jumped down from their tall king size bed. She walked down the hall to the guest bedroom closest to the owner's suite, only to find the bedroom empty. “So now he’s playing hide and seek, how childish.” She mumbled to herself.

She made her way to the opposite end of the hall to the second guest room to find it empty just like the one before. She tightened her satin robe out of pure frustration and trotted down the stairs. She was about to make her way to the living room when she saw a light coming from under the double doors of the study.

“So he’s working while I’m around this bitch playing cat and mouse.” She said, rolling her eyes.

She opened the doors to the study and marched right over to him, locking eyes with her husband. He looked up at her, meeting her gaze, awaiting an explanation. The two had a standoff for a few seconds but the tension in the room made it feel like hours. She was waiting for him to give in, not knowing that he had no plans to do so.

“You got something you want to say to me?” He asked in a low calm tone, never taking his eyes off of hers. He knew what he was doing. He was going to get her riled up until she really snapped. When her patience ran thin, her mouth became lethal.

”You’re not funny Aaron.” She spat leaning over the large desk that separated the two.

He continued staring at her. This time bringing a glass of Cognac to his lips.

“You owe me!” She hissed, leaning further onto the desk causing her robe to slightly slip open revealing her breasts.

He sat, remaining silent.

“It’s been 30 days, stop playing with me!” She warned, pointing her finger in his face.

He finished his Cognac before placing the glass down, his eyes still never leaving hers.

“Tell me what you want.” He commanded.

She smacked her teeth. “You know exactly wh-“ She started but was interrupted.

“You throw a tantrum in a room full of people embarrassing both me and you but now you’re too scared to tell me what you want from me?” He questioned. One thing he knew for sure about his wife was that she was far from scared. He was pushing her buttons on purpose.

“I’m not scared.” She shot back.

He stood up from his chair and slowly made his way to her side of the desk. She turned around to meet his eyes, they had yet to break this intense stare down. He stood in front of her planting his hands on the desk, right by her sides.

Their faces were so close she could smell the Cognac on his breath and that made her clit throb. She loved when he’d had a few drinks, the night would always end with her cries of pleasure. But she wasn’t so sure about this night, her tantrum had really pissed him off and he was really standing his ground.

“So say it.” He said, his voice deep and impatient.

Her breath caught in her throat at the sudden command. Aaron was usually very gentle with her. He’d treat her like she was fragile, like she was a priceless piece of art that should be handled with great care.

This Aaron was a bit dark, not in a scary way but in a way that made her regret her decision she’d made hours before. She wanted a reaction out of him but she didn’t expect this one.

‘Say it.” He repeated, this time through gritted teeth.

“I want you to fuck me.” She whispered.

“You were loud a few minutes ago, why you whispering now?” He questioned. “Say it, louder.”

She hesitated for a second, looking down at his lips. They were so soft and full, she wanted them wrapped around her clit.

“I want you to eat me til I cum and then fuck me, right here on your desk.” She said in a normal tone.

He smirked at her response simply because she truly thought she was the one calling the shots in this moment.

He used his knee to part her legs and wrapped one hand around her neck, causing her head to fall back. He snatched the belt on her robe making the thin fabric to fly open. He placed wet kisses down her neck to her shoulder before licking back up to her ear.

“You enjoy embarrassing me?” He spoke into her ear causing her to inhale sharply from the warmth of his breath.

“I wasn’t trying to.” She breathed.

He ran the tips of his fingers across her nipple, still nibbling on her ear. He knew tending to her sensitive spots at once would drive her crazy. He played with her left nipple, enjoying the feeling of its hardness in between his thumb and index finger.

“Then what were you trying to do?” His voice remained low and calm in her ear.

She was in so much bliss she couldn’t think straight. He hadn’t even fucked her yet and she was already feeling her first orgasm coming. Her first orgasm in 30 days.

Aaron had decided that they should hold out on sex for a month. It wasn’t due to any mishaps in their marriage, he just wanted to build some anticipation.

He had married a woman with a high libido and with him being the first man to ever make her orgasm, she was demanding sex from him damn near everyday. They would get breaks during that time of the month but even then she still wanted more.

”I don’t know.” She barely managed. Her body was feeling so many things at once, things she hadn’t felt in a while that all she could manage to say was “I don’t know.”

She hissed from pain as he pinched her sensitive nipples and bit her ear. He wasn’t pleased with her answer.

“I was mad at you.” She admitted , “I was just pissed but I’m not anymore.”

He gently brought her face up to meet his before saying “Well I am.”

He kissed her passionately, not leaving an ounce of emotion behind. He was animalistic. He had never been an aggressive man but tonight he decided to take his anger out on his wife, the one who had caused it. He bit her bottom lip slightly before pulling back and forcing her back to lay flat on the desk.

He wrapped his arms under her thick thighs pulling her hips to the edge of the desk. He placed kisses and bite marks on her inner thighs, the bites causing her to moan in pain and pleasure. He came face to face with her pussy, placing kisses around her lips to tease her, one of the things she hated.

She rolled her hips in anticipation hoping that one of his kisses would land right on her clit. He tightened his grip on her thighs making it hard for her to move from his hold.

“Baby please.” She begged.

He smiled to himself before placing his tongue in between her lips. He licked slowly from her entrance all the way up to her clit, making sure his tongue hit every inch of her pussy. When he got to her clit he carefully rolled his tongue in circular motions, sucking it ever so often. He didn’t want her to come anytime soon so he thought he’d enjoy edging her.

“Ooh yes!” She moaned, placing her hand on his head. This was her way of telling him he was doing a damn good job.

“Yes daddy right there.” She moaned, indicating that her orgasm was near. Right when she could feel it build in her stomach, he’d slow down, making her come back down from ten. He done this a few times and she was becoming frustrated but that's exactly what he wanted.

“After what you did, you think I’d give it to you that early?” He asked, planting kisses up her body. He licked and sucked on her nipples one at a time. He carefully pushed two fingers into her pussy while still focused on her breasts. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, making sure to hit her G-Spot, sending her back up the orgasm ladder.

“Oooooh fuck!” She cried out. “Like that baby, just like that.” Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she prepared to send her wetness all over his fingers.

He felt her pussy tighten around his fingers and he slowed down, stroking in and out of her at a snail's place.

“Oh my God.” She moaned. “Why are you doing this to me?” She cried out in pure frustration.

He let out a deep chuckle before pulling his fingers out and placing them in her mouth. She sucked them, moaning at the taste of her on his hands. He undid his pants with his free hand, dropping his underwear in a swift motion. She was so into sucking her juices off of his fingers, she couldn’t brace herself for the dick she hadn’t had in a month.

He slid inside of her, giving her a quick and hard thrust causing her to let out a loud moan. He paused for a few seconds, taking in the tightness of her wet pussy. It had been so long since he’d been inside her, they both needed to adjust.

“Shit.” He managed.

He pulled out of her, slapping the head of his dick onto her throbbing clit. He needed a moment to prepare himself for this ride. If he was going to give her the punishment she deserved, he'd have to last long enough to make it worth his while.

He pushed inside of her slowly, admiring the way her eyes rolled into her head. He loved the faces she made when he fucked her, she was so fucking pretty.

He lifted both of her legs up resting them on his shoulders. He held onto her full hips as he thrusted in and out of her slowly. She frowned from pleasure, lust written all over her face.

“That dick feels so fucking good.” She moaned, her eyes shut tight.

“Look at me.” He demanded.

Her eyes fluttered open landing right on his. As soon as they locked eyes he picked up the pace. He was testing her, he knew that if he quickened the strokes she'd struggle to keep her eyes open.

Just as he thought, her eyes closed and when her eyes closed he slowed down.

”Okay baby, I get it.” She moaned in a pleading tone.

“Close your eyes again and I’ll stop.” He said, looking down at her.

She fixed her eyes on him again, her eyes low and lust filled.

He picked up the pace again, rolling his hips into hers making sure to hit her spot. He wasn’t going to let her cum until she begged him.

He was fucking her into oblivion. There’s was no way he expected her to keep her eyes locked on him when he was fucking her like they would never see each other again.

“I’m sorry daddy, I swear I’m sorry.” She cried out, her eyes beginning to roll again.

“Open!” He warned.

“Please baby.” She cried again.

”Please what?” He asked, never missing a beat. He could see in her face he was hitting the right spot. It was only a matter of time before she gave him what he wanted. He bent down, bringing his face to hers, still stroking her pussy.

“I wanna cum.” She begged.

He sped up the pace staring directly into her eyes.

“Please I wanna cum.”

“Let it go baby.” He said, giving her the okay to release her treasures onto him.

“Fuck yes!” She screamed out in pure ecstasy.

He watched as her body jerked from the orgasm it was experiencing, the way her pussy increased in wetness damn near sent him over the edge but he wasn’t done with her just yet.

“That’s right baby, get all that shit.” He said into her ear, placing kisses on her neck and cheek while she came down.

She moaned, still trying to catch her breath and relax her body underneath him.

After a few more seconds, pulled out and walked backwards until he found one of the large chairs in his study.

“Come here.” He demanded, his eyes still never leaving her. He sat down, placing his arms on the rests of the chair as he watched his wife struggle to get across the room.

“My legs are a little sore.” She whined as she walked to him.

“Come. Here.” He repeated impatiently.

Finally crossing the room, she stood directly in front of him and dropped her robe.

“Sit on this dick.”

She climbed onto him, her coffee colored skin tainted in sweat, her large breasts decorated with nipple rings that complimented her large dark brown areolas, she was a sight to see. She positioned herself right above his dick and sat down slowly, staring down at her husband.

She rolled her hips into him as she looked for pleasure in his stare. All she could find was lust and a hint of anger. She didn’t know what to expect from him, he was actually fed up with her tonight.

She rode him anyway, deciding that she’d take this moment to be selfish and get her pleasures regardless of the stern look on his face. She closed her eyes and dropped her head back as she held onto him, her hands on the back of his neck for support.

“Mmmmm.” She moaned in enjoyment, her hips rolling at a steady pace as she felt the wetness from her pussy spread to her inner thighs.

He sat back and watched his wife take control. He loved that she wasn’t afraid to take full control to reach her orgasm. He appreciated the fact that she was a sensual woman and proud of it.

But he was the one calling the shots tonight. He snaked both of his hands up her body reaching for her neck, gripping her throat.

“Yes daddy.” She moaned, still caught up in her own pleasure.

Without warning he began thrusting his hips into hers, making her eyes open in surprise. He had let her have a few minutes to come down from the last climax but it was time to remind her who was really running the show.

“Yes, fuck me baby.” She cried out. She held onto his wrists as he fucked her. Her cries became louder as he continuously hit her spot with every single stroke. She looked down at him again as he brought her face to his, still stroking in and out her pussy.

“You like making me mad don’t you?”

“No.” She replied out of breath.

“You wanna embarrass me again?” He asked, his lips touching hers.

“No Daddy.” She cried, as she felt her climax coming.

The way he was fucking her, the way he was talking to her had unlocked another level of sensual satisfaction. The hold he had on her neck, the way he caressed his thumbs against her lips, his deep sultry tone of voice and spicy smell of liquor on his breath was a combination that would send another orgasm through her body.

“You cum when I tell you to.” He barked through his teeth, daring her to climax.

“I can’t hold it anymore.” She cried, a small tear of ecstasy running down her face. She came harder than the first time.

“Yes!” She screamed out, unashamed and completely out of body. Her pussy pulsated and slightly stinging from pain due to his size. He let the tear run down her face as the rest of her emotions ran down his legs. She squeezed her eyes shut as her body responded to yet another orgasm.

“I knew you’d beg me for it.” He smirked with his cocky ass attitude.

”Fuck you.” She whimpered, taking in every moment of her peak.

”I know, baby.” He said, soothing her after ruining her. He caressed her cheek as he watched her come down from yet another orgasm. He had to admit to himself that this tantrum she had thrown earlier had unlocked a different beast inside of him. He kinda liked it.

“You okay?” He asked in a calm tone, he could never fully get rid of the gentle side of him.

She nodded her head slowly then finally collapsed onto his chest still struggling to catch her breath.

“Please don’t make me wait that long again.” She said in between breaths.

“I won’t.” He kissed the top of her head and the two laid together until night became dawn.

Please excuse any mistakes! 🩵

(Y’all ate that last one up so I thought why not write another one. Thank y’all! 🥹)

BOOOMM SHAKALAKAAAAAA🚨🚨 yass queen when first saw this I did a little praise dance and I need this man like a crackhead feining for crack…Amazing work this was soooo good my kitty was purring the whole time 🥰🥰🧎🏿‍♀️

Hi could I request one Terry x female reader. He needs someone's help from the past that he left behind with no explanation He knows that she is the only one that can help him . Tension so much and even angst

Save Me

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!Fem Reader

Warning(s): 18+, SMUT, oral sex (fem receiving), angst, dirty talk.

Summary: After years of no contact, Terry shows up on your doorstep in need of help.

Word count: 3.1K

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The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with purples and deep blues. The air was heavy with the smell of pine and earth. As the forest grew darker around your small cabin, a slight chill set in. The only sounds were the distant rustling of leaves and the gentle hum of insects.

You stepped onto the porch, scanning the shadowed tree line with your deep brown eyes. The shotgun in your hands felt solid and familiar, but a sense of dread you couldn’t shake made your heart pound.

The crunch of leaves beneath heavy footsteps broke into your thoughts. You instinctively cocked the shotgun. Despite a surge of fear racing up your spine, your hands remained steady.

“Who the fuck is there?” you called out.

There was no response. The sound of footsteps grew louder and closer. You squared your shoulders, aiming into the darkness. Your grip on the shotgun tightened. You held your breath, listening hard for any sound beyond the pounding of your heart.

A figure emerged from the trees, limping and bowing his head. For a brief moment, you wondered if he was a lost hiker, but then he looked up. You froze, recognizing him.

“Terry?”

It was Terry Richmond—him. The sight of him after all these years felt like a punch to the gut. Dirt and exhaustion etched his features. But his piercing hazel eyes were unmistakable. Mixed emotions twisted your stomach. Relief and anger fought within you. A deeper feeling, long buried, stirred.

“Took you long enough,” Terry muttered. The familiar, sarcastic tone sent a shiver through you.

Terry stumbled closer, blood oozing from between his fingers. He clutched his shoulder with one hand and held a gun at his side in a relaxed grip with the other. You fixed a tense gaze on the weapon, your jaw clenched.

He caught your glance and let out a sigh. He slid the gun into his waistband, wincing from the pain. “Ain’t here to cause any trouble. I need some help.”

Your mind reeled as you fought the urge to shove him back into the night. But the pain in his eyes, the desperation in them, still had a hold on you, damn it, and you couldn’t help but wonder why.

“Jesus...” You lowered the shotgun, the air thickening around you as you took in his condition. Sweat and blood mixed on his skin, the sharp metallic smell of it filling your nose.

“You gon’ keep standing there or let me in?”

As you set the shotgun aside, your hands trembled. Anger and concern both flared up in your chest, hot and strong.

“You disappear for years; don’t call or write. Now you show up bleeding all over my porch?” You tried to sound cold, but your voice cracked.

Terry staggered inside and collapsed onto the couch. “I didn’t have anywhere else to go…”

You slammed the door shut behind you and propped the shotgun against the wall.

“I should’ve left your Black ass out there,” your words burst out, the bitter tone catching even you off guard.

“Wouldn’t be the worst thing today.” He leaned back, peeling off his bloodstained shirt. It revealed bruises and wounds on his arm. Each one told a story of the hell he’d been through. “Got any booze?”

You gave him a look, irritation and worry battling it out inside you. “What the hell happened to you, Terry?”

You quickly left the room to grab a first-aid kit from the bathroom.

When you returned, you knelt beside him, your hands gentle as you examined his wound. His skin felt warm beneath your touch. The heat radiating off him heightened your awareness of how close you were. He turned his head, and his eyes met yours.

“Crooked cops in Shelby Springs. I got into some shit trying to bail out my cousin. It didn’t go well.”

You worked in silence, cleaning the blood from his back. The antiseptic smell blended with his earthy scent, a mix that filled your heart with sadness. As you bandaged the wound, his breathing slowed, and the tension in his shoulders eased. But when the alcohol touched his skin, he let out a hiss, and his whole body stiffened.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Why did I come here?”

You paused, your fingers tightening around the bandage in your hand. “That’s a damn good question ’cause you sure as hell didn’t come back for me.”

His lips curled into a faint smirk devoid of humor. “You think I forgot that night?” He turned to look at you, his piercing gaze settling on yours.

Heat rose to your cheeks, and you looked away. You concentrated on the wound, trying to ignore the emotions in Terry’s eyes. “What happened with your cousin?”

“He’s dead. They killed him. Those motherfuckers got the whole town in their back pocket.”

You froze, your hands motionless. “Terry... I’m so sorry.” Your heart ached for him, for the pain written all over his face. “Now they’re after you too?”

“Yeah. They’ll find me too if I don’t keep moving.”

You let out a deep breath, your shoulders sagging under the weight of the past few minutes. “You’re safe here... ‘for now,’ you whispered, speaking more to yourself than to anyone else.

A small, wry smile pulled at his lips. “You for real thought I came here to hurt you?”

You crossed your arms, leaning back against the couch, trying to keep your emotions in check. “Considering the gun, yeah. Can’t blame me for being cautious.”

He let out a low chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Figured you’d remember me better than that.”

“Still got that big ego, I see.”

“Nah.” He looked at you with intensity, and something in his stare made your heart skip. “I messed up, leaving like I did. No explanation, no goodbye. I know I fucked up, and I’m sorry.”

The apology hung between you; its weight was heavy and real. You swallowed hard, the words catching in your throat. “Yeah, you did. You left without a word, Terry. You were my best friend, and you… disappeared.”

“I thought I was doing the right thing, but I only ended up hurting you. I’m sorry for everything.”

The rawness in his words tore at you, the vulnerability he rarely showed breaking through. You took a shaky breath. You tried to hold onto the anger, the bitterness. But it was slipping through your fingers like sand.

“You can’t show up here and expect everything to be okay. You can’t… I don’t know. Say sorry, and it will fix what you broke.”

“I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I needed to say it. Leaving you was the biggest mistake I ever made.”

His words hung in the air, heavy and full of regret. You felt your chest tighten, the pain and anger you’d buried for so long rising to the surface. You had rehearsed this moment in your head countless times, the things you’d say to him if he ever came back. But now that he was here, everything you’d planned to say seemed to crumble.

“Do you have any idea what it was like?” you whispered in a harsh tone. “I waited, Terry. For years, I waited for a call, a letter, anything. But you vanished. You left me alone to wonder if you were dead or alive.”

Terry’s face twisted with guilt. His shoulders slumped under the weight of your words.

“I know I hurt you. I thought leaving was the only way to protect you. I didn’t want to drag you into my shit. But I see now that I was being a coward.”

His confession sliced through the anger you were clinging to, leaving behind a raw ache. You gazed at him and noticed the pain, the regret, and the hope in his eyes. He was different now. The years and the scars had changed him. But a part of him was still familiar. It made your heart beat a little faster.

“You can’t show up and say sorry, Terry. You broke everything we had, and you think you can fix that?”

He pushed himself up on the couch, wincing as he shifted position, his eyes fixed on yours. “I know I fucked up, but I’m here now. I’ll make it right.”

You scoffed, bitterness welling up in your throat. “Make it up to me? How?” You threw your hands up, frustration boiling over. “You think you can waltz back into my life and—”

“I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll do anything to make things right between us.”

His words hung heavy in the air, the sincerity in them striking a chord deep inside you. You stared at him. Anger and hurt warred with your lingering care for him. You had missed him despite everything.

“You’re going to do that. How, exactly?”

For a moment, he was silent, his eyes locked on yours. He stood up, his movements careful, as if he didn’t want to startle you. He took a step closer. His presence was overpowering. The warmth of his body radiated into the small space between you.

“I’ll show you,” he whispered. He reached out, his hand cradling your cheek, his thumb tracing your skin. The touch was both gentle and electrifying. “I’ll show you how sorry I am for leaving, how much you’ve been on my mind.”

His intense stare made your heart race and your knees feel weak.

“Terry…” you began, but the words died on your lips as he leaned in, his eyes locked on yours.

“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. If you want this, if you want me, say so.”

Your mind screamed to pull away, but your body stayed rooted. “I...” The words caught in your throat. “I don’t know what I want.”

“Yeah, you do.” His voice was steady and confident. “I can see it in your eyes.”

You moved close before fear and anger took over. Then, you kissed Terry, a long-awaited moment. As your lips met, the world faded away. Only the two of you remained in the dark, charged silence.

The bitterness and hurt melted away, replaced by the fierce intensity of the kiss. Terry’s warm, somewhat rough mouth pressed against yours. His desperation matched your own as if you were both drowning. This kiss was the only thing keeping you afloat.

Terry’s large hands found your waist. His fingers dug into your sides. He pulled you close as if he couldn’t bear to let go. You felt the heat radiating off his body. It mingled with your own. The scent of him—cologne, sweat, something definitely Terry—filled your senses. His warm, ragged breath mixed with yours in an unsteady rhythm. Each exhale carried the weight of unsaid words and unhealed wounds.

You kissed him back with fervor, pouring years of hidden feelings into it. The kiss was messy and intense. Your teeth clashed, and tongues tangled, trying to say what words couldn’t. Feel and acknowledge regrets, longings, and missed chances as they surge up.

He groaned against your mouth, a deep, guttural sound that sent shivers down your spine. His grip tightened as if anchoring himself to you, as if afraid you might disappear. The sound, the feel of him, his heartbeat—it pounded against your chest. It was strong and steady, grounding you in the chaos. You craved more and pressed your body closer to his.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. Your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath. Your foreheads touched, eyes locked. The air was thick with unspoken words. Terry’s eyes held yours, the raw emotion in them making your stomach twist and your heart race.

“I’ll make it right,” he cooed, his words brushing against your lips. “I promise.”

You let out a soft, breathless laugh. “Talk is cheap, Terry. You think you haven’t said enough?” Your eyes locked onto his. “Prove it.”

Without a word, Terry guided you to the couch and laid you down. He positioned your legs at the edge with care, tilting your hips at a slight angle. Holding one leg, Terry pressed his lips to your ankle, calf, and thigh, leaving a trail of kisses. Then, he knelt in front of you, resting your leg on his shoulder.

Your breath caught, and your senses went on high alert. Everything seemed to speed up, leaving your brain struggling to keep pace. You bit your lip as Terry lifted your legs onto the couch, spreading them apart. Your nightgown slid up, exposing your black lace panties.

“Remember that night after the bar?” Terry’s voice was a low rumble as his fingers slid your panties to the side, the touch sending a shiver down your spine.

His eyes never left yours, dark and intense, holding you captive. “Took you home and tasted this pussy for the first time,” he rasped, his breath warm against your skin.

“Been addicted ever since.”

“Oh, yes,” you moaned. “I remember, baby.”

The flashback gave you goosebumps. It left a shiver of anticipation that lingered. You still recall the feel of Terry’s juicy lips and thick tongue on your pussy that night. Each touch sent waves of pleasure through your body.

You couldn’t believe you were about to relive it all again and then some.

You watched him with hooded eyes. Your breath caught as his thumb slipped between your folds. His finger teased your entrance. It paused, making you ache with eagerness. Then it glided up to your throbbing clit.

Terry’s eyes locked on you. A dark intensity filled his eyes. He began to rub your clit in small, torturous circles. The pressure was perfect. You couldn’t help but arch into his touch, moaning low.

His other hand gripped your thigh, holding you still. It was as if he wanted to savor every twitch, gasp, and noise from your throat. It was maddening and blissful at once. A delicious torment that left you trembling and craving more.

“Let’s see if this pussy is still as sweet as I remember,” Terry murmured. He leaned in, then he let a slow stream of saliva drip onto your pussy. It mixed with your own arousal, creating a sloppy mess.

“Mmm,” you hummed, sitting up on your elbows to get a better view. Your eyes locked on the scene before you. The sight of Terry between your legs, with his complete focus on you, made your pulse race.

You gasped, and your jaw dropped. Terry’s lips sealed around your clit. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine. His tongue flicked and swirled against the sensitive bud. Precise and deliberate. Your eyes shut, giving in to the sensation. Your hips bucked.

“Fuck, Terry,” you cried, your voice breaking with pleasure. “That feels so good, shit.”

Your legs tensed, and your toes curled as his rhythm built. Each teasing stroke coaxed you closer to the edge.

Terry hummed against your clit. The low vibration sent ripples of pleasure through your core. Your legs trembled as his mouth and tongue moved together.

His long arm slid up from your thigh. His rough fingers trailed over your skin before reaching your breast. He squeezed and groped with a firm, possessive touch. His thumb teased your nipple while he devoured your weeping pussy.

Somehow, you found the strength to open your eyes and look down at him again. His stare zeroed in on you, deep and fervent. His tongue moved with calculated skill, lapping up your wetness like a man starved.

Terry was like a panther at a stream. He was intent and starved. His every move showed a primal hunger that quickened your pulse. His devouring of you was both mesmerizing and overwhelming. It sent waves of heat through your body.

“Oooh, Daddy, I’m cumming!” you screamed, gripping the back of his head, holding it in place. “I’m right there, fuck!”

It was like a dam breaking. Tension in your belly unraveled. Then, a wave of pleasure coursed through your body. You came hard, the intensity of it surprising you, as you felt the hot rush spilling over Terry’s lips and tongue. His eyes locked onto yours, unwavering, as he continued to coax every last drop with his mouth.

Your chest rose and fell. Each breath struggled to regain composure. Your body still trembled from the aftermath.

“My God,” you breathed, your voice a mix of shock and lingering pleasure.

Terry pulled away, savoring your reaction. He moved at a relaxed pace. Rising to his full height, he loomed over you, the evidence of his effect on you still glistening on his lips. His gloomy, piercing eyes locked onto yours. A triumphant glint danced within them.

A cocky grin spread across his face, highlighting his sharp jawline. His thick, pink lips, still wet from you, curved. He dragged his tongue across them, savoring each drop with pleasure. The gesture was mischievous, almost teasing. He relished both the flavor and the power he held over you at that moment.

“Damn, baby,” he groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction and desire. His dark, hungry eyes roamed over the slick mess he had made between your thighs. The low light made his passion gleam.

“That pussy is sweeter and juicier than I remember,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on the sight. He reached out. His fingers brushed your sensitive skin. They spread the wetness. He let out a low, appreciative hum. The touch was deliberate, almost reverent, as if he were worshipping you all over again.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin, the heat of his body overwhelming. "I could eat this pussy for every meal," he whispered, his fingers brushing your thigh. His words vibrated through you.

You sat up, gathered your strength, and grabbed his shirt. Pulling him down, you kissed him with intense passion. Your taste, a mix of lust and intimacy, painted his lips and tongue. It sent shivers down your spine. Your mouths moved in a frenzied dance, both moaning into the kiss. The sound vibrated through your body.

Terry pulled away from the kiss and stared at you with not only lust but also love.

“You gon’ let me stay so I can make you cum like this every day?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you breathed, your voice soft and low.

“Good girl. Now get in that room,” he said with a playful smirk, “I got some more making up I need to do.”

A thrill ran through you as you moved to the bedroom. Anticipation made your heart race. Tonight was beginning, and you knew Terry wasn’t holding anything back.

The queen that you are, sis this was too good I can’t get enough of this man

kitchen’s closed | t. richmond

About: Terry catches you in the kitchen late at night and has his own idea of a midnight snack. [word count: 2.1k] Warnings: Explicit language. 18+ Readers Only. Oral (female receiving), Unprotected PIV (wrap your willy, pls). I had concepts of a plot. 

It was well past midnight in North Carolina, and you could hear the crickets and other critters abuzz outside of your bedroom window. You stared at the sliver of moonlight cast between your curtains, realizing the clutches of insomnia had sunk its sneaky fingers in you yet again. 

Your boyfriend, Terry, rarely stirred in his sleep, and kept a hefty arm draped over your waist every night. Being that he was ex-military, it was sort of ironic how heavy of a sleeper he was. Some evenings you tried to count the rise and fall of his chest instead of sheep, but rather than lulling you to bed it just disgruntled you. You wanted to poke the bear awake and damn him for leaving you so smitten. 

The room was quiet aside from the bustle of the outdoors, and you thanked God your man didn’t snore or else this would feel like a torture chamber. You flipped through the rolodex of your thoughts and landed on recapping your day; you went to work, Terry picked you up and made a stop at Kroger, then you two watched some sitcom reruns for a bit. House rules were to grab takeout after grocery shopping so neither of you had to bother with cooking something. 

All that thinking of food must’ve sent a reminder to your stomach. You exhaled as it grumbled. While very cute, you would rather not see Terry’s grumpy face should he discover his miso soup missing. You perked up at the memory of slipping a pint of ice cream in the shopping cart earlier. 

It was counterproductive, solving sleeplessness with sugar, but you hoped Ben & Jerry’s would be your saving grace tonight. You peered over your shoulder to find your boyfriend as sound as ever, eyes fluttered closed like a saint. 

After a silent prayer, you wriggled from his hold and toed out of bed. You pattered around the twilight of the room, starting your mission to the fridge. Past the master bathroom, the thermostat, (which nearly broke the two of you up), and to the far right of your living space was your destination. Thankfully, the range hood light was on so you weren’t too sore of eyesight. 

You opened the freezer and plucked out your reward. After grabbing a spoon, you settled in, sitting on top of the counter. The granite was cold against your bare thighs, your body only blanketed by a worn t-shirt that hung off your shoulders. 

That first mouthful was instant gratification and you nearly rolled your eyes back in delight. 

“Baby, what are you doing up this late?” You were startled by Terry’s voice, the tone more gruff from the interruption of his slumber. 

You were caught red-handed, spoon in mouth, so you shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep. Wanted something sweet.” 

He hummed. Terry made his way closer, no longer a distorted shadow in your peripheral vision. He had come to bed in only his sweatpants and socks. 

Terry had a glow about him, even in the dim of your surroundings. He slipped comfortably in your personal space, stepping right between your legs. You relished in the warmth. 

You had to look up even with the extra height the counter gave you.

“Sorry to wake you. I know you have to go for your run in the morning,” you said. 

Terry gave you a lazy smile and shook his head. “Nah, it’s fine. Everythin’ okay?” You nod wordlessly. 

“Hey!” You protested when he nabbed the pint from you, his hands quicker than your reflex to reach for it back. It was a battle you would more than likely lose anyway. 

He successfully hushed you by taking a scoop from the container to raise to your lips. 

“Open.” 

You held his gaze as you took what was given, inciting a groan that rumbled low in his chest. 

Terry obliged you once more and made notice of your tongue swiping to the corner of your mouth to catch what you missed. His own hunger dwelled in his underbelly. Between your job returning to the office and his growing trucking business, you haven’t made much time for intimacy as of late. 

“I think I’m in the mood for somethin’ sweet too.” The spoon and tub clattered by your side and he disappeared from your view. 

“Terry--” 

“Open,” he demanded once more, kneeling toward your feet, causing fire to crawl up the back of your neck. He did not take kindly to being ignored, and you wanted this to be an easy night, so you let your legs spread apart. 

He tossed one behind his shoulder, mumbling something inaudible to you. A kiss to your ankle, the inside of your knee, then your thigh. 

A yelp pierced the air when Terry’s large hands claimed the curve of your hips, tugging you closer to the counter’s edge. Your clammy palms braced themselves on the flat surface beneath you. You could feel his smirk and goatee rubbing on your exposed skin. 

Your breath quickened with the anticipation of what was next. His mouth ghosted over your center, blowing on your clit through your dampening panties. 

“Oh, fuck,” you shuddered. 

He was a merciless man, dropping open-mouthed kisses to your clothed center. He retreated as you tried to furl into his touch, reaching underneath your shirt to roll your nipple for more stimulation.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Terry inhaled your scent without shame. Finally, the cotton of your undies was torn from your pelvis to who-knows-where. You felt the coolness of the air over your exposed skin for a brief moment, the absence of touch not lasting long. 

You jerked, feeling his tongue swipe a slow strip up from your wet entrance, gathering your slick. He lewdly spat it back over your clit and sucked until you cried out. Terry ate you without abandon, with little regard for any manners, overtaken by his own greed. --

“I missed how you taste, baby.” Voice muffled in between your legs, his eyes flitted up at you, earnest as always. Terry’s grip maintained the underside of your thighs, keeping your legs spread so he could continue to steal all breath and sense from you. 

“Oh my God,” you moaned. Your brain and your body sounded an alarm, reeling with the increasing need for release. His name fell like a chant from your mouth. 

Two fingers pushing into you caused the band to snap, Terry immediately seeking the button that left you gushing. He was unaffected when your heel dug deep at his shoulder, urging his face further in your pussy as if it was possible. His fingertips sped in pace, turning your mewls into high-pitched squeals. 

Soon enough, your back bowed with the intensity of your orgasm. He tightened his hold, keeping you steady as the current flowed through you. “That’s my girl,” he kissed and licked you through it. Pleasure never reached a precipice when you were under his care, and you shouted to the heavens.

When your legs eventually deflated, your hands found his ears, rubbing behind them gingerly. A grunt slipped from his mouth.

Terry staggered to his feet, hooded eyes glazed over your heaving body. His teeth nipped between your breasts over your shirt, up to your collarbone and your neck. You hooked a leg around his waist, pulling him in to feel his erection prod at your inner thigh. 

Instinctively, he rutted up against you and you sighed. You were warm all over, sheeted with sweat and clenching around nothing, wanting only to be full of him. 

His lips left your jawline and found your mouth, luring you into a mind-numbing kiss. You cradled Terry’s face in your hands and took control, allowing your tongue to slot against his. It felt all the more indulgent, the lingering taste of chocolate on your lips mixed with your own arousal. 

He was still rubbing on your leg and it only intensified your need for connection. Like a minx, you curled into him, purring in his ear. “Terry, I need you. Please.” 

Your hands lowered to explore the solid planes of his body, all of its beautiful ridges and scars. He leant down so his forehead was touching yours. “Fuck, I need you too, baby. Been losing my damn mind about you,” he breathed.

Terry yanked at the waistband on his joggers and his dick sprung free. You two didn’t usually forgo protection but your cycle was around the corner, and desperation made your judgment very foggy. 

His fingers splayed under your shirt to grasp at your plush waist, thumbing the folds of your belly from where you sat. Terry pushed his way inside, coating himself to about half of his length. You sighed into his hold, legs locked at his torso, trying, and failing to meet him in the middle. 

Without much effort, he stilled your movements. Terry pulled out slowly, and slapped himself over your clit twice, leaving you to squirm pitifully. “Stop teasing and just fuck me, already,” you whined.

Terry did as told and burrowed into you in one, deep thrust. You ate your words in a choked gasp. His head cocked back as he felt your walls squeezing him, putting the cords of his neck on full display. 

Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you tried desperately to hold on to the thread of resolve you had left. Terry trampled on it when he set a brutal pace, drilling in you like you owed him something. Your ears were ringing with your own moans and the sounds of skin slapping against each other. It all felt like too much, far too soon. 

You pressed a hand to his chest feebly and whimpered. He promptly grabbed your trembling forearm and kissed your wrist. “I’m fucking you like you wanted, huh? Why you tryna run from me?”

“It’s t-too, m-much,” your words were slurring and you frowned through the pleasure, hoping he’d give you relief from his punishing strokes. That all too familiar storm brewed in your belly again and you couldn’t stifle any noise that left your lips. Each thrust brush on that sensitive spot within you, and you try your might to stave off your climax. 

His stare was focused on you, utterly enamored by your carnal state. “Terry!” You wailed, slapping at granite behind you and shifting to scoot away. The crack of his hand on the side of your ass rang loud and welled your eyes with fresh, salty tears. Terry landed a sweltering kiss on your lips to pacify you. 

He gripped you by the coils at the nape of your neck, and you blinked at him, huffing out shattered breaths. You wanted to ask him why he was fucking you like this, and my God what did you ever do to deserve it. But your brain could only compute expletives. You clenched and unclenched around him greedily, and his teeth gritted at the sensation.

“Stop holding back, I can feel it. Let that shit go.” And under his spell, you did, surmounting to a shaking ball in his arms. Your toes curled at his sides and his rhythm didn’t falter, his own release not far behind. You keeled with overstimulation, the air feeling sticky on your skin.

Terry’s hands abandoned your waist to cup your ass, bouncing you on his dick in hardy, final thrusts. You bite down his shoulder so you don’t scream loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood. His head is buried in the crook of your neck now, sweat dripping on your collar. 

“‘Gonna cum all in this tight pussy, fuckk,” he groaned, ropes of his release starting to spurt inside of you. Your body was taut around him as his hips slowed to a halt. You were filled to the brim.

“My pretty baby did so good. So perfect for me,” Terry was panting like he just finished a mile-run, and still chose to sing your praises. He softened and pulled out, a part of you now missing. You sat there for a beat to catch your breaths, limbs still tangled together.

“Mm..’can’t stop shaking,” you whispered.

His actions had left you exhausted, drowsiness coated in every blink of your eyes. Terry separated from you for a second and he had his pants back on, scooping you up in his arms. You latched onto him like a bear, nuzzling into his chest.

If it was up to you, you’d pass out right there and crawl to bed in the morning. Something squished against his foot on his trudge out of the kitchen. 

“Shit, my socks are wet…what is that?” 

Ice cream.

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Author’s Note: Just wanted to drop my contribution to the Terry Richmond industrial complex.

P.S. This was supposed to be Trainer!Terry but my hormone monster won. 

As always if you made it to the end, thank you bunches!

Missionary cus his eyes pretty and face is handsome 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

need him to sling me over his shoulder and carry me away