After the Love Is Gone

After the Love Is Gone

by Daryl Moore

ASIN: B075831QBT

Publisher BookBaby

Published in Literature & Fiction/African American, Literature & Fiction/Urban, Romance/Multicultural, Literature & Fiction/Contemporary, Literature & Fiction

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Book Description


Pam was betrayed by her husband. He tried to sleep with her sister. Find out if Pam can stay in the marriage until the kids are grown or if Leroy can salvage the marriage and get things back to normal.

Sample Chapter

“No indeed no,” Pam said as she stood at the entrance to her bedroom. “I can’t believe this fool is standing in front of me asking for some pussy.” Pam’s fists were clinched, her eyes squinted. This fool has lost his mind, she thought. Trying to sleep with my little sister then running in my face acting like nothing happened.

“I’m getting tired of this bullshit,” Leroy, (Pam’s husband) said as he stepped forward. “Every time I approach you about sex you start looking and acting crazy.”

“Well you should have thought about that before you tried to stick your little dick in my sister,” Pam said.

“I was drunk,” Leroy said. “And I’ve apologized a thousand times for that.”

“Drunk my ass,” Pam said. “You knew what you were doing.” She sighed. “You invited my sister downstairs into the basement to smoke some weed. A few puffs later you were butt naked trying to get some ass. My sister said after she took a good look at you. She didn’t know whether to laugh or run.”

“Look here,” Leroy said. “You’re going to stop talking about my dick. I had enough to make you marry me.”

“Whatever,” Pam said. “I married you because you said I didn’t have to work. I could stay home and raise the kids.” She paused. “Your sorry behind couldn’t even keep that promise.”

Leroy backed out the room with a menacing expression. Pam slammed the door. I’m getting sick and tired of him coming at me for sex, she thought as she paced back and forth. Only four more years before my youngest child is off to college.

“This is my God damn house,” Leroy said as he stormed out of his room toward Pam’s room. “And you’re going to give me some ass.”

Bang, bang, he knocked on Pam’s bedroom door. She swung the door open. “Just look at you,” Pam said. “Banging on my damn door, talking loud, asking for some ass.” They peered into each other’s eyes.

“I’m the man up in this camp,” Leroy said. “And you’re my wife. You’re going to give me some pussy.”

“You need to lower your voice,” Pam said. “Before you wake up the kids.” She sighed. “I’m getting tired of you running up in my face talking about sex. You need to find yourself a side chick.”

“Fuck the kids,” Leroy said. “This is my house,” as he barged into Pam’s room.

Look at this fool, Pam thought. Who does this? Why can’t he find somebody and stay the hell out of my face.

“You are going to give me some,” Leroy said as his voice rose. Steam was rising off his forehead.

If this fool keeps talking loud he’s going to wake up the kids, Pam thought. “Sorry bastard,” she said. “Hand me the lubricant. And you better make this quick.”

Pam removed her pants and slid under the covers. Leroy disrobed and headed toward the bed. “I don’t know what your nasty ass think is about to happen. But you better put a condom on.”

Leroy stood naked beside the bed. “Could you at least remove your shirt?” he asked. “And act like you’re my wife,”

“No,” Pam said. “And you better hurry up before I change my mind.”

Leroy pulled the covers back. Pam was lying under the bed with her legs closed. “Could you open your legs?” Leroy asked. Pam grimaced and opened her legs a little.

Leroy got on top. Pam closed her thighs and turned her head toward the TV. Leroy struggled to get his rod inside her. “This is just pathetic,” Leroy said as he tried to pump.

“I told your nasty ass, I didn’t want to do this,” Pam said as she looked up at him. Leroy was struggling to keep himself inside of her. “Hurry up I’m not going to be down here all day.”

Leroy thrust back and forth. Pam clinched her thighs as she tried not to look at him. Leroy’s heart rate sped up. He climaxes. “That was just sorry,” he said. “Nobody’s going to want you.”

“If it’s so sorry,” Pam said. “Why are you always in my face trying to get some?” Leroy stood there with a blank look on his face. “Get out of my room.” Leroy turned around and walked toward his room.

Pam slammed her door. I don’t know if I can take another four years of this, she thought. She got into the shower and lathered from head to toe. Everything was all good with us before he tried to sleep with my sister? She rinsed the soap subs off. I hate him.


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Author Profile

Daryl Moore

Daryl Moore

I was born and raised in Washington D.C. I have a Masters Degree in Organizational leadership. I've always had a creative imagination. After completing my first writing assignment in school I was encouraged by my parents to continue writing stories. My parents brought me a motorcycle at an early age. And I've been hook on them ever since. Being a native Washingtonian I've partied with the best. I've rode four hours down the road on my motorcycle with friends to cookouts. We have attended parties after the cookout. Then we would jump back on our motorcycles and head home. I've always been a good listener. And I've heard and seen some wild things hanging out in the city. I write fictional stories based on the simple truths I've learned while living in the city.

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