Moving On

"So how does it feel being Elizabeth Castle again," Antoine asked. They were out at a restaurant, their first "real" date now that Elizabeth was officially single.

"Like a breath of fresh air," Elizabeth said. "It just ended so badly. How about you? How does it feel to be dating Elizabeth Castle?"

"Like a dream come true," Antoine said smoothly. "Life with Ladonna was just ... chaos. Kids with full diapers. Burnt dinner. Coming home after a 16 hour workday and her just bitching, bitching, bitching. Her getting fat and not giving a fuck. It just wasn't worth it anymore. But this. This is what I always wanted." He tipped his glass to her, and sipped the wine. Elizabeth smiled.

"Well, you'll have diapers to change too, if you stay with me," Elizabeth said, her big blue eyes gleaming.

"But your kids are well-behaved. But you need some with more melanin in them," he said mischievously.

***

The couple kissed hungrily upon reaching Elizabeth's bedroom. She reached down, rubbing the cock that she had grown to lust for ... that she could now grow to love, stroking it with her left hand, now unadorned with a ring.

He pushed her down to her knees, and she pulled his underwear off, the 45 year old buck already fully erect. She pulled the shaft up, pausing to kiss and suck at his heavy nuts.

"That's it, baby. Suck on those baby makers," Antoine commanded. She slurped at them, until they had drool dripping off them onto the floor. He pulled her up, laying her on the bed and then mounting her eagerly.

"Whose pussy?" he asked, her, slapping his fat cock on her pussy.

"Your pussy," Elizabeth said, moaning breathlessly.

"You're damn right," he said huskily, pushing into her pussy, making her eyes roll back as he burrowed his bare cock into her sopping wet pussy. She was on the patch again, for now. He fucked her right, his balls popping her asshole with each stroke, his big black cock owning this white divorcee.

"What kind of dick you like?" he whispered to her.

"Big black dick. Big black cock. Big black -- oh," Elizabeth said, squealing as she came.

"Black preference ... or black only," he said, close to his own peak.

"Oh God. Black only. Black only. Black only," she moaned in succession, as he gifted her with his seed, filling her cunt up to the brim. If only Douglas were here, Antoine thought darkly. He'd be so proud of his ex-wife.