THE INCARCERATED STRANGER

 

Chapter 28

 

She slowly opens her eyes, waking up in strong hands that hold her like a little baby. This is the best feeling ever—waking up next to her man and feeling safe in his embrace. She can feel his member poking against her butt, and she’s already wet and craving him.  

Yesterday, they stayed up late, with her demanding more rounds after rounds; he must be really tired. But she still wants him inside her right now, thrusting into her—that’s what she calls "morning glory." She reaches back, touching him, stroking him gently with her soft hands until Mangaliso opens his eyes.  

She turns to take his hand, guiding it to feel just how wet she is. He groans at the sensation, desire evident in his expression.

"Already went for me, my love," he says, not giving her a chance to respond. He begins teasing her neck, knowing all too well that it’s her weak spot. At the same time, he rubs her clit gently, eliciting soft moans from her lips. The combination of his touch and the warmth of his breath sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body.He onslaughts her with a passionate kiss and  removes the blanket to have access to her boobs,Within a minute and he’s sticking his one finger inside her while he is still rubbing her clit with his thumb.

“I love you,” he says, his voice sounding very rough against her ear. She pull him closer to her chest, She want to taste his lips. But he lifts his torso and stares down at her. His eyes are getting watery and smaller. She don't know when or how he’s already inside her very unexpected, He feel her core stretching to accommodate this unexpected member . He pulls, comes out creamy,He penetrates again, this time deeper. He looks at her in the eyes, She has her mouth wide open. He pulls out, she release a moan. He pushes in again, this time he starts pumping and humping. The whole time maintaining eye contact. 

“Mangalisoooo!” She can’t even moan and keep up with his speed. He’s just getting it, deep and fast. 

Her body trembles, when he pulls out there’s a splash. 

She is calling his name again.

 He pulls her legs up to his shoulders, both of them,he lets her legs down and lies on her chest. He’s grinding, body to body. His sweat on hers, she is breathing his air. 

“Stha…sthandwa sami,” he’s pressing his face very close to hers. 

His grip on her is very tight. His voice is trembling. 

She close her eyes and just listen to him falling apart. He’s talking on her ear, he’s professing his love even though she can’t tell everything he’s saying. He spills inside her, his body trembles. 

She watch his face changing, him floating in a different wave, then gaining composure and losing his strength. He drops his head, breathing very hard. 

She wrap her arms around his waist. She fels like she's one of the luckiest girls in the world. 

He lifts his face covered in sweat and smiles. 

“Was I too rough?” he asks. 

He knows he was, but that was what she wanted ,just rough.

“It was good,” she say. He smiles,

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They just finished taking a shower, and now they’re both dressed. He starts preparing breakfast while she sits and watches him with a smile.  

"Are you ready to go back to JHB?" he asks. She nods, grinning.  

"Yeah, I just can't wait to get back to my work," she replies, her excitement evident. He smiles and walks over to kiss her softly.  

"I can’t wait to see you in your casual clothes, getting ready for work," he says, and she beams at him.  

"You know, there’s something I forgot to give you when we were still in JHB," he adds, 

"What is it?" she asks, curious.  

"You’ll have to wait and see when we get there," he says. She nods, intrigued.  

"Mhhhh, okay," she replies as he leans in and sniffs her .

"You smell like me, babe," he says with a smile. "And I love my woman smelling like me." She blushes and chuckles at his compliment.  

"Stop it and go dish up; I have to head back home," she says playfully. He steals another kiss and then goes to dish up breakfast for both of them as they settle in to eat together.

After breakfast, he drives her home and drops her off. She takes a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling slowly before making her way to the house. As she walks toward the entrance, her father notice her. He approaches quickly and pulls her into a tight hug.

"I was worried about you, my daughter. Are you okay?" he asks, concern etched on his face. She smiles gently and nods.

"I'm okay, Dad, I am," she replies. He studies her intently, as if searching for something in her eyes, but she looks away, not wanting to start crying again.

"Please, Dad, stop staring at me like that. I don't want to cry," she says with a hint of frustration. He kisses her cheek softly and holds her close.

"Can we talk?" he asks, his tone serious yet gentle. She nods in response, and he takes her hand, leading her to the couch where they can sit down and talk.

“Cupcake, you are my daughter, and you will always be one,” her father says firmly. She looks at him and nods, feeling the weight of his words.

“I don’t care about all this madness. I’m your father, and it will always be like that,” he continues. “And it doesn’t change how much I love you as my own. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Tata,” she replies, her eyes glistening with tears.

“Now come here, my big cupcake,” he says, pulling her onto his lap as if she were weightless. She giggles; in her heart, he will always be the best father, no matter the circumstances. He’s her dad, and nothing can change that.

“Now tell me, who is this man you’ve been crying to these days?” he asks, a hint of hurt—or is it jealousy?—in his voice. She giggles again.

“You’ll know him when the time is right, Dad,” she teases.

“Mhhhh,” he responds, pretending to be serious. She laughs at his expression.

“I’m sensing jealousy, Dad! Come on, he’s my boyfriend, and you are my father—the best father!” she says playfully, feeling a warmth between them that only deepens their bond.

He raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk appearing on his face. “Jealous? Me? Never! I just want to make sure he treats you right,” he says, feigning a stern look.

“Oh, Dad! You know I can take care of myself,” she replies, rolling her eyes but smiling at his protectiveness. “Besides, you raised me to be strong.”

“True, true,” he concedes, nodding with pride. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t have my fatherly instincts kicking in when it comes to boys.” 

She chuckles, feeling a mix of amusement and warmth in her chest. 

“You’re not going to scare him away, are you?”

“Not if he’s good enough for my cupcake,” he replies, winking. “But if he gives you any trouble…” He trails off, pretending to crack his knuckles, and she bursts into laughter.

“Okay, okay! I promise to bring him over soon so you can meet him,” she assures him, her heart racing at the thought of introducing her dad to her boyfriend. 

“Good! And remember, I’ll have questions,” he adds with a mock serious tone. “What’s his favorite color? What does he do for fun? And most importantly—how does he treat you?”

“I’ll make sure to prepare him for the interrogation,” she laughs. “But seriously, Dad, I know you just want what’s best for me.”

“Always,” he says softly, his expression shifting to one of genuine love and concern. “I just want to make sure you’re happy.”

She leans in and gives him another hug, feeling safe in his embrace. “I am happy, Tata. And having you in my corner makes it even better.”

He hugs her back tightly before gently pushing her away so he can look into her eyes. “Promise me one thing.”

“What is it?” she asks curiously.

“Promise me that no matter how old you get or what happens in your life, you’ll always come back to me when you need advice or just someone to talk to.”

“I promise,” she replies earnestly. 

“You’re stuck with me forever.”

“Good,” he says with a satisfied smile. 

"I'm leaving today, Dad," she reminds him, and he nods slowly.

"I know, my child. I'm sad you have to leave," he replies, his voice tinged with emotion. 

“But I'm not deeply sad because I have to leave tomorrow too. I need to go see your grandfather and then head back to work.”

"Are you going to fight Grandpa?" she asks, her eyes widening with concern.

He shakes his head firmly.

 “No, I'm not. But we need to talk. I have to tell him that he will never be your father—not even in his wildest dreams. He will always be your grandpa, and that's it.”

A smile spreads across her face as she nods in agreement. She leans in and hugs her father tightly, and he wraps his arms around her in return.

"Where is everyone?" she asks after a moment.

"They left with your mother yesterday. I kicked her out," he says with a hint of weariness. “I just needed some time alone.”

She nods thoughtfully, wanting to ask if he plans to leave her mother for good, but she decides against it. Some questions are better left unspoken for now.

They ended up having breakfast together. She didn’t want to spoil the mood by mentioning that she had already eaten, so she sat down and enjoyed the meal her father had prepared. As they ate, they talked about various things—lighthearted topics that made them both laugh and reminisce—before she finally excused herself to go pack her things.

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