Escape to Paris With Love (3 page)

“Hey! I just called because I was thinking about you.  I was wondering if I would get to see you today. Will you be over later?”

“Open your front door.”

“What? Are you...” Fabian stuttered, startled as his doorbell rang. “Is that you at my door?” He asked as he ran barefoot across the cold hardwood floors to the door.

“Why were you expecting someone else?” She teased as the large wooden door swung open.

Fabian said not a word. Snatching her in his arms he engaged her in a five alarm whorehouse kiss as his hands scanned her body like a TSA's wand. Quickly finding that she was as fine as hell he squeezed her ass as he devoured her mouth. Closing the heavy door with his foot he walked her backwards in the enormous foyer as he continued to molest her.

“Wow Prince Fabian. Apparently you are happy to see me.” She giggled as she made a fruitless effort to control his roaming hands.

“When have you ever showed up at my door and I wasn't happy to see you? Just tell me one instance that happened.” He smiled before he sucked her mouth back into his. “Damn I've missed this.” He confessed as he briefly came up for air.

Her eyes met his and she instantly remembered why she loved him so much. He was in total awe of her. He loved and adored
everything about her, from her long brown hair to her long brown shapely legs. Fabian loved her unconditionally and made sure she knew it whenever they found the time to steal away together.

“How much time do you have for me today?” He asked as he removed her jacket and began to unbutton her blouse. His eyes never once left her. He was afraid to look away, afraid she'd disappear into thin air. 

“He'll be gone all day. He had to go to the country to visit the family. What about you? How long do you have?”

The thought of her touching anyone's dick except his made his blood boil. His jaws immediately tightened and his brow wrinkled with displeasure. Needless to say a cold chill blew quickly through the room. “I cleared my schedule the second I heard you were free.”

She noticed the crinkled brow and clenched teeth as he spoke and instinctively knew the source of the artic breeze that caressed her shoulders as he removed her blouse. “Please don't start, Fabian.”

“I won't! But please don't bring his name up in my damn house!” He snorted.

“I didn't! You asked me a question and I... I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. You're right I should have answered without bringing... Can we please just start again?” She begged as she ran her hands along the front of his pants to see if he was still glad to see her.

“I called off my engagement for you. You know that right?” He raised an inquisitive brow as he scanned the love of his life. “Stop bullshitting me! When are you going to leave him? You promised you wou
ld. Just tell him about us. How hard is that to do?”

Her fingers drug slowly along the zipper of his jeans as she stared into Prince Fabian
Fabre′s stunningly handsome face. God, he as fine as the balls on a newborn tadpoles nuts. Her eyes blinked and her panties became moist at the thought of how skilled this man’s tongue was when unleashed on a greedy pussy like hers.

She sighed deeply. “Soon! I promise.”

“We've been dancing around this issue for far too long. I don't know how to impress upon you the need to resolve this issue as quickly as possible. Do you have any idea what would happen if the press got wind of this situation? My parents would be devastated to say the least.”

“I know... You know that I know...” She responded ashamed that she had strung him along for so long simply because she was a coward. A coward who was afraid to be portrayed as a home wrecking hussy with
an insatiable slit.

“Fab there's going to be a media backlash anyway we do this. Give me the time to resolve this equitably so that no one gets hurt and everyone wins. It has to be his idea to separate as much as mine. You understand that right?”

“And just when do you think he'll get to the point that he's ready to release a beautiful creature like you? Just tell me when? Cause I don't see it ever happening and frankly I can no longer afford to wait for it to happen.” He said as he grabbed her hand and pushed it away from him.

She racked her mind for something, anything she could say to that would appease him and buy her a little more time to make up her mind who she wanted more. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come.” She nodded as she picked her shirt up from the floor and put it back on.

Fabian's phone rang as he reluctantly watched her prepare to go. He pulled it from his pocket and answered. “Hey what's up, Armani?”

“Not much... Just checking in. Are you busy?”

“A little, I have a guest.”

“Oh really? Does this guest have her clothes on or off?” Armani laughed.

Fabian chuckled. “Who said it was a woman?”

“You did when you said you were busy. Fabian I know you.”
Armani chuckled. “So which one is it? Huh? Clothes on or clothes off?”

Fabian grabbed her arm and pulled her close. His eyes met hers and they apologized for the handsome prince and begged her to stay. “
Um, a little of both. Yeah so like I said...”

“Say no more. Give me a call when you are free. Maybe we can hang out and kick back some brew later.”

“Yeah! I'd like that. I'll call you later for the details.” Fabian said as he turned her around and unzipped the back of her skirt. “Okay I got to go!” He said and abruptly hung up the phone on his baby brother.

Instantly forgetting the source of his irritation Fabian dropped to his knees behind her and carefully peeled her skirt over her toned, bubble ass. A scarlet red thong disappeared between
two perfect mounds of delicious bronze flesh.  Fabian exhaled deeply as he nuzzled his cheek against it. “Perfection at its finest.” He breathed as he kissed one of her butt cheeks.

A long groan of relief trailed from her lungs and through her vocal cords as she realized their lovers' quarrel was officially over and it was love making time. Her skirt fell around her ankles. She gracefully stepped out of it and kicked it to the side.

“Bend over.” He hissed with his lips still pressed to the flesh of her smooth ass. She said not a word as she bended at the waist. “Good, now grab your ankles.” He commanded as he watched her ass cheeks spread to reveal her pretty pink pussy. “My God! That's a beautiful thing!” He groaned very pleased at what he saw.

Dipping to fingers between the wet fold
s he retrieved a sample of her sweet sticky ichy. Tasting his fingers he savored the taste as she remained spread before him like a Christmas dinner with all the fixings. He groaned as he popped his wet fingers out of his mouth with a loud popping sound. Shaking his head he conceded, “That's the best pussy I've ever had the pleasure of tasting.”

Her legs trembled with need and anticipation. She wanted, no she needed him so much she could hardly stand. She tried to be a lady,
but unfortunately the lady in her did not come inside when she came in. “Lick me!” She hissed loudly. “Lick me... Lick me hard!”

A slow devilish smile stretched across his face. “Be patient my love. We'll get to that in a minute.”

“I can't! My legs are weak and the anticipation is killing me! God, I want you. Fuck me!”

Slipping two fingers into her wet pussy he teased. “Ah is this better? Does that help?”

“No! Stop playing Fab! Please... This isn't funny! I feel like... Oh God! Please!” She begged. Her need was palpable and it was apparent that she was ready to come at the mere thought of fucking this drop dead gorgeous young prince.

A wicked grin slashed his handsome features as he removed his fingers and
pleased her with a lick from the tip of his tongue. She stumbled forward as his hot tongue made contact with her inflamed pussy. He chuckled as he rolled his tongue into a log and stuck it in and out of her wet pussy. Taunting her further, teasing her closer to a complete nuclear meltdown.

She responded with short,
brisk pants and a growl that got caught in her throat and threatened to strangle her to death. Desperate for gratification she ripped her blouse open and clawed at her full breast through her red lace bra. Playing with the nipples by pulling and squeezing them roughly seemed to help for a moment.

Fabian was deliberately being cruel. He was determined to make his point. She belonged to him and he was fed up with sharing. “This is my pussy! And I'm no longer willing to
share! Fuck that!”  He hissed as he licked her hard like a chocolate ice cream comb that was quickly melting in the hot summer sun.

“Ahhhhhhhh
yes… That’s it… Don’t stop!” She whimpered as the sensation became too great for her. She heard what Fabian said but she was too caught up and too turned out to process the ramifications of it.

“Who's pussy is this?” He demanded as he sucked the juices that freely flowed from it.

“Yours.” She softly whimpered. “It’s yours.”

“Whose?” He asked again.

“Yours.” She repeated a little louder this time.

Hollowing his jaws and
slurping her entire pussy in his mouth he swallowed her. Tugging hard he sucked on her needy and greedy pussy as if it was a pacifier. She struggled to steady herself. She struggled to speak. And she struggled to breathe. “I said whose fucking pussy is this? Huh? Who does it belong to?” He demanded.

“Yours! It's yours!” She screamed as she lost all control of her senses. Her orgasm was pressing hard against her and lust was all over like two crazy
monkeys fighting over a damn banana.

Continuing to gobble her goodies he showed her no damn mercy as he screamed loudly. “Who's fucking pussy is this? Tell me now!”

Coming hard and fast she screamed. “Y-O-U-R-S!”

“That's what I thought! So why in the FUCK do you keep giving it to him?” He g
rowled as he wrestled to his knees, snatched his pants open and buried his hard nine inches of molten hot steel into her wet grotto. “You belong to me! I am Prince Fabian Fabre′ and I fucking do not share anything! Especially not my pussy! Do you understand?” He asked as he pounded her unmercifully.

Hanging on to her ankles for dear life she accepted his scowling and his pound
ing. What else could she do? She was in a vulnerable position and she was as wrong as two dicks on one man. Actually that could work, but anyway she was wrong for stringing him along for so many damn years.

If there was ever any doubt who she wanted to spend the rest of her life with it was immediately
dispelled. “This pussy is yours. I'm yours! I love you and I will never make you share me again!” She screamed loudly and definitively as she squirted her juices all over his hard dick.

Her juices where hot and careened down her thighs as Fabian continued to wreck shit in
Ladytown. Yes, she said what he wanted to hear, but he had heard it all before.  Showing her no damn mercy he entered the Erotic Zone and he showed his natural born French- African ass!

He fucked her harder and pumped faster. Her climax intensified and barreled over her in and unending squall of pleasure.
Two humps and a bump from an epic second release she clamped down hard on his dick with her pussy in an attempt to counter his assault.

“Ah fucking shit, that's it! We're fucking now!” Fabian snorted as he ben
t her over further. Grabbing her by her small waist he lifted her from the floor and hammered her even harder as he slammed that big dick of his into her slick pussy.

Losing
control again, she struggled to scream out, but sound would not come. Either that or she was screaming at a frequency and pitch so high that it could only be heard by dogs. She had never seen Fabian so crazed with animalistic lust. He was like a damn madman who had never had pussy before in his damn life.

Stroke after stroke he went balls deep.
Plundering her pussy and hammering her G- spot he continued to fuck her silly until she succumbed to her second release. Momentarily seeing stars and briefly losing consciousness she was overtaken and left twitching, trembling and hanging like a rag doll in his arms.

Suddenly
Fabian released a deafening growl that closely mimicked the sound of a wounded wild mythical beast. His body stiffened and his stroke became oddly erratic and off beat. Seconds later he pounded her violently as he screamed loud like a conquering caveman who had just defeated a dinosaur. He was coming and he was coming hard.

She tried to brace herself but she had nothing to hold on to
. Digging her finger nails into his forearm she held on to him as he wrestled with the monster of an orgasm that slapped him hard against the rough side of Pleasureville. His semen flooded her womb, a stalk reminder that in their passion they neglected to use protection. But she didn't give a good damn! He was hers and finally she could concede that she was his.

EJ rolled over to find herself alone in bed as usual. She stared blankly at the pillow where Paul should rightfully be. Tears swell quickly in her eyes and a lump formed deep in her throat as she tried to suppress her emotions. Seven damn years had passed since he was killed and she still had this God awful damn dream that he was lying in her bed and proposing marriage.

“Why can't I get pass this man God? Please don't let me live another hour in regret. I just can't do it!” EJ felt the room close in on her as she unraveled like a cheap, second hand
crocheted bikini, hit by a rough wave. “Damn it I can't do it anymore! Send me somebody, anybody Lord to take the sting of this man out of my heart! Please God Please! Cause I can't live another single second without him. I just can't!” She screamed.

Prissy and the twins, EJ's and Paul's
daughters were in the kitchen making pancakes when they heard her cries for divine intervention. It was a sound that they had unfortunately become all too familiar with. The three of them looked at each other and tried to pretend they didn't hear her. They knew she just needed a moment to vent and then she'd be okay. For some reason recovery wasn’t coming quick enough and her outburst was beginning to disturb the girls.

“Aunt Prissy why won't Daddy just come and see about Mommy?” Paris asked as her eyes glassed over with tears.

“Cause he's busy in America working hard, Paris! You know this. Why do you keep asking the same dumb questions?” Parisa answered before Prissy could speak. “Isn't that right Aunt Prissy?”

Now that same hard lump choked the life out of Prissy. She couldn't stand any of it a second longer. She hated lying to the girls about their father, but EJ
adamantly refused to tell them that Paul was dead. They were seven now and Prissy felt that they needed to know the truth, that Daddy was never coming home. She went along with it at first because she hoped and prayed that EJ would find a substitute father for the girls and the sting of his absence wouldn't be so tremendous. Unfortunately, EJ wouldn't even consider dating another man.

“This shit has to end and it has to end today!” Prissy hissed beneath her breath. “Look wait here girls I'll go check on Mommy. Stir the batter and get rid of all the lumps okay?”

“I still don’t see why Daddy can't take a vacation and spend some time at home for once?” Paris continued.

“Shut Up Paris! Don't you get it Daddy doesn't love us anymore
!” Parisa countered.

Prissy heard her. “Stop it!
Don't you ever say that again! Your Daddy loves you so much. He would defy God and the devil just to see your pretty little faces. Do you understand me! No one could ever love you and Mommy more than Daddy. You'll see! One day you're no just how much your Daddy truly loves you. If he could be here he would be. So stop talking like that, okay Parisa?” Prissy stared the seven year old in her face and waited for an answer. Tears kissed her faced and rolled down her cheeks as she pleaded with her namesake to believe her. “Okay Parisa?”

“Yes Aunt Prissy.” She conceded as she wiped the corners of her eyes.

Prissy gathered the two girls in her arms and kissed both of them on their wet, tear stained cheeks. “Good! Let me go get Mommy so we can have some pancakes! I'll be right back.”

Prissy ran down the hall to EJ's room. The two of them shared a Duplex and responsibility of taking care of the girls. She loved EJ more than she could love any one on earth but damn it, enough was a damn enough! Snatching EJ's bedroom door open she burst in and locked it behind her.

EJ was in full on tantrum mode at this point. She was slinging and throwing and tossing any and everything she could get her hands on. Stuff was every damn where. The room was in complete shambles.

“Stop it right now! Stop it! You are upsetting the girls!”

“I can't, I just can't live without him! I tried Priss, God knows I tried! But I can't I just can't!”

“Stop talking like that you have
no choice. Just calm down. Okay?”

“No! I do have a choice.” She said as her eyes pleaded with Prissy to say that it was okay.

“You don't have a damn choice! No, and stop talking like that! You are hysterical and you don't know what you are saying. Things will get better.”

“How Priss? How? Huh? Paul's gone and he's never coming back and I have two not one but two daughters that keep asking for their father.
So tell me, how is this shit going to get any better? Huh Priss?”

“EJ I don't really know! I just know that it will!”

“Oh you don't know huh?” EJ sobbed. “What do you know huh Priss? Like I thought... You don't know Shit!” Prissy was silent she knew that EJ was just venting. She bite her lip and willed herself not to speak as tears burned her cheeks like acid. “Well, let me tell you what I know Priss! Okay?”

“EJ please stop.” She begged as the pain of losing her twin brother strangled her and threatened to choke the life out of her.

“No! Let me tell you what I know! Your brother, my damn Baby Daddy ruined my FUCKING LIFE! That's what I know! Okay? And it's not going to be all fucking right! Never! Never, ever again will it be all right! So don't ever, ever, ever say that bullshit again.”

“OH FUCKING NO YOU JUST DIDN'T!” Prissy hissed so the girls could not hear their fight. “My brother ruined your life, Huh? Well there are two of the prettiest little angels that ever descended from heaven in that kitchen that carry my brothers DNA! My brother, your Baby Daddy did not abandon you by choice! Okay? He was killed at twenty two fucking years old! He never wanted any of this damn
bullshit for you EJ! He fucking loved you and you fucking know it!”

“Priss I never said he didn't...” EJ began to back
pedal, recognizing that Prissy was pissed to the nth fucking power.

“Shut the FUCK UP! I'm talking. Paul worshipped your ass! All you had to do was tell him that you were pregnant! But no! You ran to Paris and me like a little dumb ass followed you and kept your damn secret! My brother died never even knowing he was going to be a father. So don't fucking ever, ever, ever, ever say that my brother did anything to you except worship the ground you walked on! Do you understand?”

EJ was quite as reality hit her. She looked around the room and realized what a damn mess she had made of their Saturday. She immediately begin to pick up things and straighten up the room.

“DO YOU U-N-D-E-R-S-T-A-N-D?” Priss asked as she confronted EJ, drawing the words out for emphasis.

“Yes! Okay! Yes, I'm sorry I was just upset. You know I didn't mean it Priss. I'm sorry... Please forgive me okay?” She begged as she dropped everything and hugged Prissy tight. “You've been a God send. I couldn't do this, any of this without you. Okay? Are we okay?”

Priss sighed as tears burst from her eyes at an alarming pace. “Yeah! We're good. I just... I miss him too! And I can't for the life of me wrap my mind around the fact that I'll never see him again. I just can't.”

EJ held her tight and let her cry. Priss had grown callous, tough as a snail shell from the second she found out Paul had been killed. They had their struggles over Teddy as well and she felt guilty that she was harboring some bullshit animosity when he died. She'd give anything to talk to him just one more time. Still over the years she forgave herself and realized that Paul loved her enough to forgive her as well.

A faint knock could be heard at the locked door. “Mommy, Aunt Prissy the pancake batter is ready.” Parisa announced.

“Are you okay Mommy?” Paris asked.

“Yes babies! Mommy and Aunt
Prissy will be right out! Right Aunt Prissy!”

Prissy wiped her face with her hands. “Yes we
’re on our way!”

Prissy looked at EJ. They nodded simultaneously. “I need you to say it.”

EJ smiled. “Everything is going to be okay.”

“Great, now
let’s go finish making breakfast! I have to get packed and get to Austin’s before one o'clock. He threatened to leave me if I didn't.”

“He loves you. You know that right?” EJ asked as she stared her best friend in the eye
s.

“Yeah... I know. EJ I think he's going to ask me to marry him.”

“Oh I know he's going to ask you to marry him.” EJ giggled.

“How do you know that?”

“He told me.” She snickered. “The question is what are you going to say?”

“I don't know. I mean... I don't want to hurt him.”

“Prissy! You'll destroy him if you say no. I think you should say yes! He's a really nice guy and admittedly, one of the finest white men I've ever met.”

Prissy snickered. “He is fine as hell and got a big old kielbasa for a dick. You know how I love the thick ones!”

“Okay TMDI! Too Much Damn Information! Prissy say yes! Please say yes! He's good with you and he's good for you. And the girls and I absolutely adore him. Okay?” EJ pleaded.

Prissy looked at EJ for a long breath and nodded. “Alright... I'm going to say yes on one condition. I want to prove to you that we can move on and be happy. So I'll say yes if you agree to start dating.”

“What? Hell no! I'm not ready for all that!” EJ shook her head indicating she wasn't with it. “No Damn Way!

“Yes! Say yes and I'll say yes to Austin! I didn't say you had to screw anybody just go on a few dates. That's all that you have to do. Okay? I'll say yes if you do.” Prissy bargained. “If not we'll just be two
bitter old maids living together, scooping cat shit out of litter boxes and our hair until we die. So what's it going to be?”

“You know that I'm allergic to cats!” EJ protested.

“Then I suggest you’ll start dating, or you’re going to be one itchy, frigid bitch!” Prissy laughed.

“Oh alright! What the hell... Okay, no sex, just a few dates. I can do that!” EJ agreed.

“Best Friends swear?” Prissy asked as she held out her pinky finger.

“Best Friends swear!” EJ agreed as she hooked her right pinky finger around Prissy's and they shook three times before hugging each other tight to seal the deal.

It was official, Prissy was getting engaged and EJ was going to start accepting dates and the world as they knew it would never be the same again.