"Mmm, sshiiit Q" Mari moaned as her body repeatedly jerked back and forth. His dick thrusting into her wet-slick walls from behind.
The firm grip on her waist ensured she wasn't running. She fisted the satin sheets, bracing for every stroke.
Her mind was dizzy as fuck.
His hips piston with a sharp aggressiveness, dickhead targeting her g-spot.
"Uhn! Ohhh God!" with a shaky breath, her head dropped onto the bed. Her plump lip slipped between her teeth.
The sound of skin slapping was louder than the r&b music playing at low volume. His eyes locked in on the thick, bouncy, flesh of her ass meeting his pelvis.
But he did notice her hand reach back in a desperate attempt at slowing his pace. Or halting it all together.
She was tryna tap out.
"Aye move dat hand."
She whined, doing as told and gripping the sheets again. "Baby!─"
"Nahh, take dis dick like you wanted."
He was beating her shit up with ease, hadn't even broken a sweat while digging her out.
"Take dat shit" he spat. He barely pulled out, balls slapping against her swollen clit.
"Uuuhn!" her eyes rolled behind her skull. Her mouth dropped open, speechless until a guttural cry escaped.
Then another.
And another.
Woulda thought she was being murdered from the outside listening in.
One of his hands sharply popped her ass cheek twice, making her skin ripple like waves.
"Ouuu you fuckin' me so good!" her words slurred, "─fuckin' love dat dick!"
"You love me?"
"I love you!"
"Daddy love you too."
He fucked her harder, if possible. Her moans reverberating off the walls.
She propped up on her elbows, big titties jiggling from the motion. He couldn't see her fucked out expression, like she was being possessed.
Her soul was being transported somewhere.
His dick relentlessly drilled her tight cunt, thick mass stretching her good. Her pussy lips suctioned around him like a vice.
Her cum formed a frothy ring at the base of his shaft, every pump making a squelching sound.
"Damn, that m'fucka talkin' to me" he murmured under his breath, sending another slap to her ass.
Every single stroke was gut-wrenching. Her heart thumped in her chest. That pit in her stomach deepened.
Shit, that's where it felt like he was.
Mari began to fuck herself against Q, his hands dropped to his sides as she threw her ass back.
"Fuck! Mmph.."
"Yea..throw dat m'fucka back. Get dat nut."
She went harder and faster, driven by the euphoric feeling that engulfed her.
He grunted here and there, rugged sounds of approval. His hooded eyes struggled to remain open.
She reached his base, stuffed full of his dick. Her hips rolled in circular motions, slow grinding "Ouu! Sss─ouuu! Fuck!"
Her warm, gummy, walls throbbed, contracting along his flesh.
So fuckin' close. Just a lil bit more.
She inhaled sharply, "you gon make me cum on that dick."
Not like he hadn't, several times over.
"Then do dat shit."
She couldn't hold back anymore, relaxing her walls as she came. Her thighs quivered from the intense orgasm.
Still, she rode it out until her energy depleted.
"Fuck daddy.." she panted, eventually coming to a stop. Her top half collapsed on the bed, round ass still tooted up. "Shit."
Q chuckled, "damn girl, you won't playin' wit' it."
He slowly pulled out of her. The creamy mess they made was disgusting. Her purple lips and his shaft painted in cum.
SUMMARY: You got to be good to me. I'm gonna be good to you.
SUGGESTED LISTENING: "Full of Fire" by Al Green, "Simply Beautiful" by Al Green, "dance song" by Dijon
WARNINGS: Language; NSFW Sexual Content
A/N: I have been very precious with these two and really contemplated when and how I wanted them to be intimate. They’re each other’s comfort people. And they’re mine too. With all that bullshit said -- Love y'all. Enjoy.
ICYMI: Rodeo Clown. / do you light up? / hunni. / head over heels. / You Make It Easy. / alley-oop. / Hypnotized. / In Dreams.
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Bailey leaned back in her chair and sighed in satisfaction. If it wasn’t for shame, she would have unbuttoned her jeans to give her full belly some relief.
“So, what’s the verdict? Good as Mama’s meatloaf?”
Scottie hid his nervousness behind a slow sip of his cold Jack and Coke. He had made good on his steak promise and was watchful over every bite.
There was never a need for him to worry. For the second time of a hopeful many, Bailey had licked her plate clean at his kitchen table.
“Shit, better! Don’t tell her I said that, though.”
“I’m a keeper then?”
Bailey smiled and watched Scottie’s shoulders ease. There was a timidity to him that she hadn’t seen before. Underneath the persona she’d watched for so long, there was a man, a tender one, hanging on her every word, longing for her approval.
“I think you’ll do.”
Bailey moved to grab his empty plate, but her hand was swatted away before she could fully reach.
“Aht! Don’t touch nothing!”
“Scottie, let me help.”
“You’re being celebrated. Turn your work brain off.”
Bailey rolled her eyes though she still smiled when Scottie grabbed her plate. He gently placed their dirty dishes in the sink and rinsed off his hands.
“How we feelings about dessert?” He asked, crossing his arms.
The white tank top seemed to be his home uniform, although he still donned his work pants and boots.
While Scottie continued to speak, Bailey’s eyes trailed the vein that ran down his left bicep and disappeared somewhere in the crook of his elbow. It reappeared on his hand as his fingers flexed and scratched against his forearm.
“I couldn’t eat another bite, honestly.”
“You sure? It’s chantilly cake.” He teased with his hand in the refrigerator door. “Homemade.”
“Oh, don’t do that…”
“I ain’t mastered cakes yet, but one of my uncle’s old girlfriends still does me a favor every now and then.”
Bailey threw her head back and groaned.
“I need to work some of this food down first.”
Scottie raised his brown and nodded.
“A’ight. Come on!”
“What? Oh my —“
In an instant, Bailey was jerked to her feet and clumsily fell into her lover’s arms. He treated her with soft but rapid kisses to the forehead before whisking them both into his living room.
“Stand right here…”
Scottie pushed his coffee table to the side and centered them on the rug.
“What are we doing?”
“You’ll see. You’ll see.”
After scrambling to find his phone, Scottie connected it to the Bluetooth sound system under his TV. He shuffled through his playlists for several seconds, leaving Bailey confused and anxious.
“Here we go!”
The swell of trumpets filled the room, introducing Al Green’s “Full of Fire”. Scottie shuffled back to Bailey with his arms outstretched, singing the song word-for-word.
With a little more coaxing and crooning, she fell into step with him, equally impressed by his dance moves and near-perfect falsetto.
“How do you even know this song?” She asked between spins and dips.
“It’s Al Green! That’s my boy!”
Scottie spun Bailey out, then back in with her back to his chest. He held her tightly and swayed them together to the tempo. His short beard pressed against her cheek and she felt him smile against her.
In his arms she felt adored.
It didn’t phase him that her work polo was splashed with various syrups and spirits or that the roots of her hair had started to revert from sweat. God, there was no telling what she smelled like.
He knew hard work and he appreciated it.
He knew her and he appreciated it.
The playlist moved on and transitioned into “Simply Beautiful”. Scottie slowed their pace and tightened his hold as the opening chords played. He didn’t sing this time, but hummed notes softly into her ear.
Bailey wanted to tell him that his plan wasn’t working. That she still felt full. Of love. Of desire. Of passion that was liable to spill over anytime he touched her.
His lips eventually found her neck. They lingered, then pressed deeply into her skin.
There wasn’t much to feel between their layers of clothes, but she pushed herself against him anyway, begging for closeness.
“Bai…” Scottie’s fingers clawed against her arms. Bailey wondered if he could feel the little fires he was leaving behind.
“Hm?”
She leaned her head back to allow him more real estate. His wet kisses trailed upward until they met the corner of her mouth. She turned her head slightly to meet his and caught his mouth before he could speak again.
Their open mouths latched onto one another. The sound of their lips smacking took prominence over the track’s pumping organ. Al Green’s vocals pleaded and so did Scottie between kisses.
“Let me love you…”
Bailey broke from his hold and took control of his hands. She led them up to her breasts first, then down to her waist band.
Scottie unfastened the button of her jeans and gently lowered the zipper. Bailey held onto him as his hand slipped down her panties. His fingers moved in slow circles between her legs.
“Like that?” He asked, directly into her mouth.
“Ye…y-yes.”
Bailey had developed the terrible habit of denying herself pleasure. Things were too bad, or too busy, she thought she didn’t deserve to feel good just yet.
But she felt good now. Better than she had in a long time.
His hands returned her upper body and lifted her shirt over her head. With her back to still towards him, Scottie unfastened her bra and let the straps loosely fall on her shoulders.
By the time Bailey turned to face him, Scottie was removing his own top. He threw it to the arm of the couch where the rest of their garments began to pile.
He was even more beautiful naked. She admired the tone of his legs as he sat in front of her, thighs spread and dick hard against his stomach. His breath shook as he stroked himself with one hand reached for her with the other.
Bailey’s knees sunk into the soft couch cushions and Scottie wrapped his arm around her waist as a guide.
“Easy, baby. Easy…”
Scottie’s final syllables transformed into a hiss the moment Bailey lowered herself onto him. He held on tightly as she found a pace for her new fullness.
They were entangled. Brown skin against brown skin. Each escaped moan was met with an equivalent profanity or extra lick to fuel their flame.
“You’re so good to me,” Bailey managed to confess. She panted as Scottie started to take control, speeding her into completion.
“I know you’re close. Hold on for me, baby. Hold on…”
She nodded and buried her face into his neck. The feeling in her core was growing and creeping up into her stomach. Scottie’s fingers dug into her thighs as they began to shake around him.
Bailey loudly cursed into the empty room while her body convulsed. Tears welled in her eyes and streamed down her cheek before she realized it.
Scottie kissed from her neck to her chin, catching them on his own lips.
Honestly, it is a necessity more than ever nowadays for Black women fic writers to create. We aren't getting the real life media content we deserve. All these fine and talented Black women and men out here never being paired TOGETHER in interesting projects across various genres? A travesty. Please write that Blackety Black fic. Throw in whatever tropes you want. See your fellow Black writers creating similar stories on the TL? Who cares?! You are providing a gift that readers want and buying time for another writer to finish a story. No Black reader has ever said, "Damn, too many Alex Cross, Terry Richmond, Killmonger, whoever fics out here doing whatever." Black fic writers are such a small percentage in fandom writing that every story is an important patch to our collective quilt. Write that shit. Even if you think no one is reading it. I promise, somebody in the world quietly is, and they are grateful to see you post or update. Write for yourself so you can read your own words. I write for myself all the time because I rarely see stuff I want in the world. The world is anti-Black, but I'm creating pro-Black worlds. I get stoked when you are, too, like we're the Dora Milaje of fic writing. Thank you for coming to my Black Fic Writer Ted-Talk.
Like are y’all dumb!!!!! That midget was not Kelsey’s man. And she didn’t care that Meg slept with him. Cuz why were they still friends? The friendship didn’t end until the shooting.
Another #supersizedfic short. Filthy SMUT ahead. Ok, maybe not filthy cause I’m not that good but very explicit. Lol. Enjoy!
Snow drifted form the darkening sky, covering the beautiful estate. Many cars filled the circular driveway. All of the foreign. All of them paid for. The temperature was in the low twenties, ice freezing over the water of the fountain that centered the driveway. The sun’s warmth long gone.
Inside the warm home, everyone was busying themselves getting ready. The Udaku’s were big on celebrating holidays and spending time with each other. Every room held their own decorations, no matter how small the amount. Christmas music from various black artists filled the air, drifting from downstairs where the older women of the family and a couple chefs prepared dinner. The aroma of ham and desserts filled the air along with the voices of older men chatting about random topics.
Upstairs at the end of the hall was where you and Erik resided in your assigned bedroom. Moving about the room, you both pieced together your outfits for the night.
You stood in the full length mirror, trying to decide between the two outfits in either of your hands. Taking turns of holding each outfit against you. Sighing, you tucked your bottom lip between you teeth. “Erikk.. I can’t decide what outfit to wear. The white dress makes my ass look good, but the black one takes the attention off my rolls..”
Turning to Erik, you alternated the dresses against you once more for him to see. He rested back on elbows atop the bed. Sporting only his boxer briefs and unzipped dress pants. “I like you in white because it looks good against your skin.. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind having a nice view of that ass either.” He wore an amused smirk as he spoke, making you roll your eyes playfully.
He sat up from his relaxed position, watching your backside before you’d disappeared into the closet to put back the black dress. When you appeared again, your heels were in your left hand. “I should wear the black one in spite. Perverted ass..” The heels dropped to the floor before the bed with a soft thud. Before you could walk away again, Erik caught your hand. Pulling you to him.
“C'mere..” His hands found your hips, rounding to your backside. You mumbled a soft ’What, E?’. The golds you gifted him three days prior to arriving at his family’s house glinted as he smiled. He’d thanked you for them with three orgasms. Bringing your lips down to meet his, he nipped at your bottom lip. “It doesn’t matter which dress you wear, either way it’s coming off when we make it back up here..”
He growled into your skin as you straddled him. His hands gave your ass another feel as you felt his excitement beneath you. You didn’t realize it but your body always turned Erik on. Though it seemed a bit obvious when you thought about it. He’d always absent mindedly rubbed your belly before he’d fall asleep on you, or toy with your love handles as you both cuddled up. It was clear as day.
A soft moan escaped your lips as his teeth grazed your skin, biting into your neck just enough to apply pressure. His arms wrapping around you during his assault. Your eyes had closed at the feeling, hands pressing against his chest as you shifted on his lap. When he’d lifted his hips to push his erection against you and mumbled a soft ’princess’ against your skin, you shook your head before finding strength to push yourself away.
“Nuh uh, Erik. I gotta get ready..” You’d escaped his reach as he tried pulling you back. Sauntering to the bathroom to do just as you’d said. You heard his groan as you searched for your makeup bag and placed it on the counter.
When Erik had finally peeked his head into the bathroom, you were finishing your eyebrows. He’d eased into the bathroom, still half dressed as he found his place behind you. You only threw him a glance before smiling at your almost identical eyebrows. He’d snaked his arms around you as you dug through your bag for a lip color.
“I know what would look good on your lips..” He hummed, pressing a kiss to your neck. Your hands rested against the counter as he pressed his erection against your ass. The thought of him fucking you on the counter was tempting, but you were planning to wear heels tonight. And you can’t strut around with a limp and look graceful at the same time. That didn’t mean he couldn’t get his nut though.
Turning to him, you palmed him through his underwear. Smirking at the growl in his throat. Gently pushing him to step back, you squatted in front of him as you did so. His eyes watched eagerly as you freed his hardened girth. Wrapping your fingers around his thick base. Your golden nails that he’d chosen trailed down his thigh teasingly as you made eye contact with him.
“You promise to behave if I give you a little something to hold you?” You moaned before sticking your tongue out, running the flat of your tongue against the underside of his length. He growled a yes, baby as he licked his lips, brushing your coils from your face so he could see you better.
His thick fingers tightened in your hair as you sucked him. Your hands stroking whatever couldn’t fit. Bringing a hand back down to balance yourself against him, you hollowed your cheeks how he liked. You pulled him from your mouth suddenly, spitting on his dick to make it wetter. Just like those girls did in the videos you’d watched while he was in the shower one night. You’d wanted to make his knees buckle. Maybe even snatch his soul.
He’d hissed as you slipped him back between your soft lips, twisting your hand as you stroked him slowly. The praises that left his lips were encouragement, hushed there you go’s and keep sucking that dick just like that. That evoked a moan from you and it’s vibration made his hips jerk. His eyes met yours when he’d calmed himself enough to look at your pretty face.
A soft ’fuck’ escaped his parted lips as his hands fisted your coils. You could beat his ass later. He began thrusting his hips gently a couple of times, watching your reaction. When you didn’t scold him, he groaned softly. “Can we try something, baby?”
You’d nodded, tightening your lips as he slipped from your mouth a bit to let you breathe. He grinned at that. His freaky princess. “Cup my balls against my dick for me..” When you’d did so, he exhaled with a nod. “There you go.. Now open that mouth and stick out your tongue, baby.”
You held your grip firm but gentle, easing him back into your mouth. Erik let his head fall back, eyes closing as you’d slipped him in enough that your tongue tapped against his jewels. The longer you did it, the easier it became to handle him. Spit began dripping around his glossed dick, coating your fingers as you sloppily slurped him.
You stopped as he neared the back of your throat, closing your eyes as you stroked him with a double handed twist. He cursed a bit louder as you pulled him from your lips. Yet your hands still worked on him. “You wanna give me that cum, baby?” You brushed his tip against his your lips, moaning as you seen his stomach tighten. Ab lines appearing and fading a bit. “Don’t I deserve it?”
That sent him over.
He whimpered, moaning as he mumbled his warning to you. Your hands never stopped their twisting as you grinned up at him. Sending a teasing wink before he groaned. You hummed as he came on your tongue and lips. I love you’s falling from his lips repeatedly. Smirking, you hummed your acknowledgement before wrapping your lips around him again. Payback for all times he’d used over stimulation against you. He cursed as his legs weakened and he laid back to hold onto the counter. You laughed as you stood from your squatted position, licking any traces of him from your lips as he eyed you hungrily.
“I swear I love your fine ass..” He chuckled as he pulled her to him, landing a smack on her ass. You gave him a smile before he rewarded you with a kiss. Though you needed a change of underwear, you were satisfied that he was satisfied.
A knock interrupted you as you both passed small kisses back and forth. Erik yelled out a yeah? but was met with silence. When they chose to instead knock again, Erik gave an annoyed eye roll.
You stepped back, giggling as he admired you once more. Humming in satisfaction as he fixed himself. “We aren’t done, baby. I’ll be right back..” You chuckled at him, watching him walk away to answer the door. Laughing aloud when you’d heard the door open and T'Challa scold Erik for being half naked.
“Drop the sheet, Davis,” he demanded. “Drop it right now.”
Emoni gaped at him. “W-what? Erik—”
Erik reached forward and yanked the sheet from her grip anyway, baring her to the world once more. Then, before she could bolt and find something else to hide behind, he took hold of her shoulders in a firm grip and forced her to stay put.
“Erik, let go of me! I’ll kick you in your balls! I’m serious!” she threatened in a high voice, attempting to yank free. Emoni dug her fingernails into his forearms, embarrassed by the way he was simply staring at her. "Let go!"
“Be still,” he countered. “Stop! Just…stop fighting me, please.”
Maybe it was the 'please' that did it, since Emoni knew Erik would rather tear out his own toenails than plead for anything. Unsure what he was after or how far to trust him, but concerned by how grave he suddenly appeared, she reluctantly did as requested and stopped struggling. She watched him instead, looking for clues as to what might be the matter, but his face gave nothing away.
He didn't move, didn't even seem to breathe. He just stared at her naked breasts in complete silence. Emoni felt an instant shiver down her spine from his penetrating eyes and slow, even breaths. She could feel her nipples hardening with anticipation.
“What is it?” she asked after a while, her insatiable curiosity needing to be eased before she popped from the suspense.
What was wrong? What did he see that she didn't?
Finally, he said, “I bit you.” He released her shoulders and lightly feathered over the bite mark upon her left breast. “Right here.”
The light caress made her body instantly react. Her heart started pounding, and she went tight from head to toe with a sudden, throbbing sexual need. A small moan escaped her lips.
Erik froze, finger still on her nipple, and she could feel his body shudder in answer. Cursing under his breath, he glanced up at her.
“I didn't just fuck you. I bit you. And not just here,” his fingers ghosted between the valley of her perky, upturned breasts to her abdomen, “And here…and here…I was rough with you…do they hurt?”
“I-I don’t feel pain…Erik, are you okay?” she asked, voice breathy, body tingling and trembling. Between her legs, she could feel the trickle of her arousal as it flowed through her bare lower lips, preparing her body for him.
Erik’s nostrils flared as he inhaled and smelled her arousal. A rumble of pleasure rolled through his chest. He closed his eyes, clearly struggling to maintain some control. “ I’ve Done it. Crossed a line...”
Emoni knew exactly where his mind was taking him. He’d thought his actions last night weren’t consensual.
“Erik, no, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sure this was on a mutual basis. I—don’t go blaming yourself for our lack of memory. I’m sure it’ll come to us soon enough.”
“…This just…it feels off. Not what happened between us…because I’ve always wanted that to happen…it’s just the gaps in memory…”
“That's what I've been saying,” she said, practically panting now as her body went slick with desire. “Things are s–strange.”
“Emoni…” He breathed a greedy sigh and the hold he suddenly took on her right wrist to anchor him tightened just the tiniest bit. “Fuck, you smell wonderful,” he sighed. “I want–” His lips clamped into a tight line and he shook his head. “I want…”
When he opened his eyes, they burned with a dark, fiery lust.
He leaned towards her, his mouth tilting to catch hers. As his lips parted, Emoni caught the glimpse of his teeth. The gold slugs against white teeth.
The thought was instantly lost, however, when his mouth careened into hers. Erik claimed her with a languid, deep kiss, and the hand at her breast cupped her supple flesh, kneading it. His fingers gave her nipple a little series of pinches guaranteed to make her ache for more. Spine bowing in response, she arched her back, offering more of herself up to his touch.
Dizzy with sudden need to feel him between her thighs, Emoni manoeuvered them over towards the top of the bed, plundering Erik’s mouth with her tongue, licking every crevice and claiming ownership of it.
He groaned in response, allowing her to take him where she willed.
They made it to the pillows, and she reached up to fist his hair in her hands to pull him down on top of her as she laid back into it. Pressing her into the mattress with his greater weight, Erik nudged her legs open, insistent that they part to make room for him. His hands were everywhere on her, searching, finding, exploiting every sensitive spot, and then fingers were in her, spreading her open once more for him.
Emoni winced with the twinge of discomfort that came from her swollen, hot body being stretched open once again. The night's activities had left her sore and a little achy. In tune with her on a level she couldn't mentally comprehend, but still felt deep inside her heart, Erik sensed her body's tenderness and slowed, gentling his hand's movements. His fingers leisurely eased in and out of her as his thumb lightly brushed over her soft, delicate clit instead, sending electricity arcing up her spine.
Without words, he bent his head to press adoring, lazy kisses upon her throat, then lower, at her breast. As his lips brushed over the bite mark he'd given her the night before, a rush of magic passed between them, filling Emoni with its sweet, quickening pleasure. Her heart slowed in her chest and her body loosened, surrendering to him.
He was so gentle with her, so...loving.
“Erik,” Emoni shut her eyes tightly, unable to gaze into his own that was so intense.
Erik nibbled on her jaw, pressed his plump lips against the pulse in her neck, all while fingering her to a creamy mess. It was so obscene how loud her pussy is. Her face grew hot with bashfulness all while trying to fight back loud moans.
“No need to fight it, pretty girl. I see what you wanna do. Give it to me…I’m in this pussy and I can feel you gripping…this tight, wet pussy…”
Emoni pressed her face into Erik’s chest and she moaned unabashedly.
“There you go…good girl…I want you to make the biggest mess on my fingers…it’ll make it easier for me to fit all this big dick in you, Princess…”
“Oh, my god…”
Emoni’s thighs closed around Erik’s waist tightly. The sensation of release crept over her body sending shockwaves through her. Emoni arched her back, incoherent noises spewing from her pretty lips while she leaked all over Erik’s thick fingers.
“That’s what I like, baby…” Erik peppered soft kisses along Emoni’s sweaty temple, “Nice and slick for daddy to slide in…”
Emoni couldn’t believe she was doing this with Erik. Although she’d dreamt of it many times, to actually be in bed with him, skin-to-skin, she couldn’t put into words how thrilled and scared she was at the same time.
Erik lifted to look down at her. Emoni mustered the courage to gaze into his beautiful eyes. She watched as Erik brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking all her juices off with languid strokes of his tongue.
“Are you okay?” Erik questioned with a deep whisper.
Emoni slowly nodded her head, hyper aware of her hard nipples and quivering pussy. She wanted more. Erik knew it from the lusty look in her eyes.
“Emoni—”
“Please fuck me, stop talking.” Emoni quipped.
Erik paused, a sly smirk painting his lush lips.
Erik kept his eyes on her, positioning himself above her and Emoni’s eyes danced down to his third leg. Erik pointed his wide tip at her entrance and Emoni adjusted her hips so he could slide right in. Their eyes connected again and Emoni wasn’t prepared for the the long, slow glide of his big dick. The thick heft of him tenderly stretched her open, and her body adapted, easily accepting all of him. She held onto his shoulders as he lay over her, spreading her knees as far apart as they could go and welcoming him inside her.
When he was seated to the hilt, he paused, shaky and panting against her throat. His mouth lifted to her ear. “My Emoni,” he softly growled, laying claim to not just her body, but her soul, too.
“God, Erik,” she gasped in pleasure and wrapped her arms tightly around him, burying her nose in his throat as he began moving.
And as he began, something shifted between them.
Like a freight train, the recollection of the previous night hit them full force.
——
The Night Forgotten:
“Let’s get married. No stress, no family pressure. Real and authentic.”
Emoni looked over at Erik with upmost shock. He didn’t tell her where they were going exactly. But the vision of A Little White Chapel told her all she needed to know.
“Stop playing,” Emoni playfully shoved Erik although he didn’t budge, “Ha–ha–ha. Very funny, Stevens.”
Erik caught her hand in his and something shifted between them when he touched her. Emoni froze. Their eyes held on a little longer because realization kicked in.
“Erik…you’re serious?”
“Dead serious. As serious as I can be. I…”
Erik glanced at the chapel with nervous anticipation. Emoni didn’t look away from him for a second. This night was full of surprises, but Erik N’Jadaka Stevens-Udaku proposing to her was not on her bingo card.
“It’s the drinks. You’re drunk,” Emoni shook her head, “Let’s go—”
“I may be a little under the influence, but I mean what I say, Emoni. Will you marry me? Right here. Right now.”
Emoni scrunched her face up with disbelief. She wanted to slap him in his pretty face.
“What kind of proposal is this?!!! You don’t even have a ring!”
Erik glanced down at his lap. He started bouncing his leg anxiously. Emoni exhaled and she placed her hand on Erik’s knee.
“Hey…listen. I’m sorry. But…you want to marry me? Do you hear what you’re asking me right now? You could have any woman in the world. Hell, you have one waiting for you in Wakanda—”
“I don’t want her. I want you.” Erik replied.
“Erik, this is crazy—”
“Emoni, listen to me. It’s my decision to find a wife. A princess. And I want you to be my wife. I can see myself spending the rest of my life with you.”
Emoni watched as Erik turned away from her, hiding his face. She didn’t know what to do as she stared at the back of his head.
“I want you to be my wife. I’m serious, Emoni. I’ll give you the fairytale wedding of your dreams, I promise that. But…I just…I can’t explain it. It just feels so right. All of it…”
Emoni sat back in her seat. She couldn’t deny that it did feel right. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but at that exact moment, she could picture herself walking hand-in-hand inside the chapel to marry Erik. As wild as it may seem, she’d say yes. She knew she would—
“Ask me again.”
Erik slowly looked at Emoni.
“Erik…ask me.”
“…Will you marry me? Emoni Davis?”
“Yes. YES. I’LL MARRY YOU.”
Emoni clamped a hand over her mouth, so shocked by her own words.
“For real?!” Erik needed further clarification.
“YES!!!!” Emoni shouted.
A smile crept up Erik’s face and his cheeks deepened with dimples. Emoni palmed her cheeks, bewildered and surprised. She couldn’t control her shaky breath or the nervous tremors. Erik leaned over and smashed his lips into hers. They kissed in a frenzy, grabbing and squeezing each other desperately. Emoni broke the kiss and cupped Erik’s handsome face. His chest was heaving up and down like he was chasing oxygen.
“We’re really going to do this?”
“As long as you’re okay with it. Yes.”
“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” Emoni smoothed her curls from her face, “Wow…”
“We can turn around and go back to my place. Your call. But just know this,” Erik stroked her chin with his thumb, “I plan on making you my wife and my Princess. If not today, soon. I mean that.”
Emoni knew he meant it.
She exhaled, “Okay…if we’re doing this, no games, Erik. Don’t hurt me. Don’t you ever take my love for granted. Respect me always. If you don’t I swear to God I will castrate you—”
“I’ll never harm you in anyway, Moni. I promise. I put that on my parents grave. I’m dead serious about you. No fucking games. No misleading. I’m speaking from the heart and not because of the alcohol. I want you and you only, girl.”
Emoni stared into his soul. To see Erik Stevens like this…it blew her mind.
“Let’s go get married.”
Emoni smiled with all her teeth and Erik laughed. He rushed out of the car and towards her side. Emoni didn’t wait for him to open the door, she rushed out and grabbed Erik’s hand. They walked towards the chapel, nervous energy radiating from them. Erik held the door opened for her and Emoni stepped inside. It smelled like an old church to her. She fiddled with her handbag while following Erik further inside.
“No ring…we need a ring—my belly ring! Oh shit! I don’t have a ring for you,” Emoni stopped in her tracks, “Erik—”
“Look,” Erik pointed to a vending machine filled with ring pops, “This feels like some shit out of a movie. They have ring pops. One for you and one for me.”
Emoni rushed to open her handbag and she was able to get two quarters. She placed it in the machine and turned to switch. A green and blue ring pop came out and she retrieved it. As they were about to enter, an officiant appeared from a room, startled by their presence. It was a short man with kind eyes and a bald head. He was wearing a cheap brown suit with a red bow-tye.
“Oh! Why hello! I’m Noah. Are you two looking to get married?”
“Y-yes,” Emoni spoke before Erik could, “We are.”
“We want to get married.” Erik responded with a confident smile.
“Great! You’re my second couple tonight. Uh—any rings?”
Emoni and Erik shared a look.
“Well…not quite at the moment…um…”
“We have these,” Erik presented the ring pops, “This was a spur of the moment thing. No access to the real thing. This should be sufficient enough, right?”
“Yes! We can definitely go forward with the ceremony! Any witnesses?”
“None. Just us.” Erik said.
He squeezed Emoni’s hand affectionately.
“Okay! Let’s make it happen then! Follow me!”
They followed Noah into his office. It was a cramped space with lots of photos of previous newly weds. They took a seat at the desk while Noah gathered some paperwork for them. Emoni gripped Erik’s hand tighter and he soothed her with his thumb stroking it. This was all real and not a dream.
“The Little White Wedding Chapel Las Vegas is a popular destination for many couples. From celebrity weddings to spectacular packages, there are many reasons why couples choose this location as their matrimonial spot. The best place in Nevada for a taste of Sin City’s wedding vibe. I highly recommend…”
Noah presented some forums to them to fill out. They each put their personal information down and afterwards, Noah asked them which package they would like for photography.
“Uhh…we can just take pictures from our phones if that’s okay.” Emoni decided.
She took one look at Erik and they both burst into a fit of laughter.
“Very well. We can get started if you’re ready!”
Noah stood to lead the way into the chapel at the podium where they would be wed. Since it was just the two of them, they walked down the aisle hand in hand. All smiles and giggles. They reached the podium and Erik helped her up before he stood before her. Noah cleared his throat to speak.
“Dearly Beloved and Honored, Invisible Guests, We are gathered together here to join Emoni and Erik in the spiritual union of marriage…”
Emoni gave Erik a megawatt smile and he winked at her.
“This contract is not to be entered into lightly but thoughtfully and seriously, and with a deep realization of its obligations and responsibilities. Please remember that love, loyalty, and understanding are the foundations of a happy and enduring home.”
Noah focused his attention on Erik. Emoni released a shaky breath while holding onto Erik’s hands.
“Do you, Erik take this woman, Emoni, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto her for as long as you both shall live?"
“I do.” Erik said.
Emoni blinked back tears but her smile and laughter remained. This was so crazy and spontaneous. Something she’d never think to do. But it felt so right.
“Do you, Emoni, take this man, Erik, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.” Emoni replied.
“Erik and Emoni will now exchange rings as a symbol of their love and commitment.”
They both fumbled to open the ring pops and Erik almost dropped his but his quick reflexes saved the day. He had the blue ring pop and Emoni the green. Erik placed the ring pop onto Emoni’s finger first. She couldn’t contain her smile and her joyous laugh. Erik’s fingers were too thick so the ring pop only went on over his knuckle. He snorted a laughter. Noah watched the both of them with a content smile.
“By the authority vested in me by American Marriage Ministries and the State of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
Erik swept Emoni off her feet and wrapped his arms around her waist. His lips crashed into hers and their tongue’s danced with a sloppy motion. Wet smacking filled the silent space between them, and it became awkward for Noah to stand there and watch. Way too intimate. They were in an intense lip-lock with their heads swiveling.
“Congratulations! You two look great together.”
Erik paused their kissing to look at Noah. Emoni buried her face into his neck.
“Emoni Stevens-Udaku.” Erik said.
“I’M A WIFE!” She yelled.
——
They pulled up to a hidden gem in the middle of the oasis in the desert. It was fitting for a Prince and his Princess. It’s surrounded by water, and secluded enough for privacy. Erik didn’t waste any time parking his car in one of his many garages. He wanted and NEEDED to be with Emoni. The overwhelming feeling within him called him to her. His wife. Erik climbed out of his car and practically ran to her side. Opening the door, he picked her up bridal style, shutting the car door with his foot.
Emoni’s squeals of delight made him smile. He twirled her around in his arms, careful not to trip over the grass in his front yard. He made it to his front entrance and placed Emoni on her feet so he could open the door. His heart was racing within his chest cavity. Erik pushed the door open and grasped Emoni’s small hand, pulling her inside. Emoni pressed forward, her eyes gazing around her in wonder.
“This is beautiful, Erik…”
She looked so beautiful.
“You’re beautiful…”
Erik pressed the front of his body against her back and then he curved his arms around her trim waist. Her rump against his groin sent sparks throughout his body. He was so infatuated with her. So enthralled with her. Obsessed with her. He was so thrilled to finally have her like this.
“I’m so happy you said yes…”
[say it]
“I love you, Moni. I always have…I always will…”
“And I love you, Hubby.”
Emoni turned to stare up at him as they stood within the dimly lit foyer. Her face reminded him of a fairy. Her curly hair mesmerized him. Her intellect drew him.
“Come on,” Erik guided her towards his stairs that led up to his room, “We’ve got some unfinished business to attend to, Mrs. Stevens-Udaku.”
Emoni slithered away from Erik, making her way up his stairs as if she were racing him. Erik gave her a playful look before following her, taking his time so she could have her fun. He had plans to imprint her frame into his luxury bed all fucking night long. She needed the endurance. He made it to the second landing, his eyes following a trail of her clothes. He picked up her dress, then he picked up her Dior heels, and then her handbag.
It wasn’t hard to find her, she was exactly where he wanted her to be. Erik pressed forward into his room, and his eyes lit up with absolute desire at the vision before him. Emoni was standing on his bed in her naked glory, skin glowing radiantly. He’d painted a picture in his mind many times how that frame looked like, but to see it in person…
“Damn…you got a body on you…”
Erik dropped her things on the floor and made his way over towards her.
“You got right down to business, huh?” Erik questioned.
Emoni giggled before climbing down from his bed. She made her way over to him, Erik grunting the closer she got. Emoni smiled up at him through those lashes and the innocence of her eyes didn’t match her actions. She was a true freak. He could tell.
“Why waste time? You need me…and I need you…”
Emoni started unbuttoning Erik’s shirt. He watched her intently, even took note of the little whimpers she made. Emoni smoothed his shirt from his body and then she smoothed her small hands beneath his white beater, lifting it over his sculpted body. Erik helped her remove the rest and he tossed it to the side.
“So sexy…” she whispered.
Erik let her have her fun. The sensation of her lips all over his chest and abs made his dick painfully hard. He knew she was aware of his stiffness because it was pressed against her lower belly. The gasp she released and the way she looked up at him caused Erik to pick her up and wrap her legs around his waist.
“Time to eat this pussy—”
“WAIT—I’m hairy down there—”
“Emoni. I don’t care about hair. I want my mouth on that pussy—”
“Shave me first. I wasn’t expecting you to—to eat me out—”
“Are you serious?” Erik arched a brow at her in disbelief, “You thought I was just gon’ fuck you and not taste what I’m sinking my dick into? All the times I’ve fantasized about making you cum with my mouth?”
Emoni blinked up at Erik in awe.
“Aight, I’ll shave you. But only because you asked. Otherwise, I’m eating it no matter how she look.”
Erik led Emoni into his master bathroom and sat her down on the sink. Emoni watched him open one of his cabinets and he grabbed some shaving cream and a fresh razor. He turned to retrieve a small towel from a shelf and placed it beneath Emoni’s butt.
“Okay…spread your legs…bring your knees to your chest.”
Emoni giggled. Erik shook his head at her silliness.
“You’ve had way too much to drink, pretty girl.” Erik teases.
“I can’t believe you’re about to shave me!”
“Your request, remember?” Erik said with a chuckle.
“I know. This is wild.”
“A night of firsts. A night to remember. Now, relax…”
Erik applied shaving cream carefully and then he turned on the water. After rinsing the razor, he focused on shaving away, staring intently at her pussy lips spread open and covered in foam. The brown hue of her folds against the pink of her flesh had his pipe pressed against his zipper. Emoni looked so edible sitting there on the edge of the sink watching him.
“You’re lucky this shaving cream isn’t edible, otherwise I would be burying my face in it,” Erik said.
“I love how insatiable you are, Stevens.”
Erik finished one side and moved onto the next. Without the hair, he could see vividly how fat her pussy lips are and how her clit poked out. Maybe shaving was a good idea. Now, he can lick, suck, and kiss all over her pussy.
“Almost done,” Erik rinsed the razor before going back in, “After this, I want you to lay on your back for me. I’m serious, Moni. I’m close to drooling right now. It’s best you do what I tell you…”
The warning in his voice made her body tense up. He had to grip her thigh to still her movements. When the last bit of hair was removed, Erik took his time using a wet cloth and light soap to clean her up good. He studied his canvas with ecstasy before dabbing her lips dry. He held Emoni down and he could tell from the look in her eyes she was nervous. Erik tilted her chin up so she could stare at him.
“I’m gonna take real good care of you, Emoni. I promise…”
“I know…It’s just…we’re really about to have sex…”
Erik exhaled slowly, “And it’ll be worth it. For the both of us.”
Emoni smiled at him.
“You ready?”
Erik held his hand out and Emoni placed her hand in his. Erik flicked off the bathroom light and they entered his room, the only light coming from the hall. Emoni climbed onto Erik’s bed and relaxed back against his pillows. She watched Erik take off his pants and his briefs, her eyes widening at the sight of his big dick and hefty balls. She knew he was packing, but to see it in person…
“Wow,” Emoni’s eyes were glued to his heavy dick, “Just…wow…”
“Wow? I got you that speechless?”
Erik got into bed and he was on his knees between her legs. Emoni was mesmerized. She timidly reached out to stroke the protruding veins that decorated his long shaft with her fingertips. The sensation caused his dick to involuntarily jump. That motion caused Emoni to wrap her hand around him. She squeezed slightly, stunned from how bricked up he is.
“I just—it’s so thick…and long—you fuck with all this?”
Erik laughed. Emoni was dead serious.
“Moni…are you scared?”
“No!” Emoni’s eyes were wide, “I can take it.”
“I’ll be the judge of that—”
Emoni had her lips around his tip before he could even finish speaking. Erik’s brows snapped together and he closed his eyes. The feeling of her lips snug around his tip had him lost for words. Erik opened his eyes to look at her, and the sight of her lips on him was a vision he’d begged for.
“My dick is in your mouth….”
He was stunned and happy. FINALLY.
Emoni sucked slow and steady, afraid to go too low and choke. He could sense her resistance. Erik stroked her hair to calm her.
“Don’t force it if you can’t take it all. I’ll train that throat soon enough, baby…you’ll get used to this dick in your mouth in no time.”
Emoni relaxed and sucked what she could, one hand on his shaft, head bobbing, glossy lips stretched over his shaft. This mouthy, sassy girl had his big dick in her mouth. Drooling all over his dick. Erik had to clench his fists to refrain from throat-fucking her.
“You’re such a nasty girl, Moni. You couldn’t wait to put this dick in your mouth.”
She surprised him with her lips on his balls. She put her face all in it and flicked her tongue on the underside of his dick. All while looking gorgeous. He could prematurely ejaculate from that visual alone.
“You love this big dick, huh?”
“Mhm,” Emoni’s expression said it all, “My big dick, Prince…”
Her lips were around him again. Erik couldn’t control his hips thrusting forward to meet her mouth halfway. The glossy look in his eyes and the pout of his lip was evident of his undoing.
“You’re gonna make daddy cum, baby…”
It was best she stopped. The closer he got, the more his dick sank down her throat. Emoni gripped his thighs with her nails digging into his skin. Tears trickled down her cheeks when Erik thrust forward, touching her uvula.
“I told you to suck what you could, now look,” Erik grabbed her by the hair, “I gotta feed you some more…”
“Mm!”
“Fuck!”
Erik cradled Emoni’s head and shot a thick load down her throat. She gulped it down while cleaning him off and it made him cum some more. A bead of sweat dripped from the tip of his nose as he stared down at her with primal desire. Emoni licked her lips as her eyes connected with his.
“I don’t have to ask if you enjoyed it. That was a lot of cum, Erik,” Emoni spoke with a quiver. She was still trying to recover from his dick being in her throat, “And you taste so good.”
Erik didn’t say a words as he lowered between her legs. When Emoni spread her thighs, Erik could see a dribble of her creamy essence just leaking. Before he put his face in it, he wrapped his lips around her nipple and startled sucking. They were too hard for him to ignore.
“Yes.”
“Yeah?” Erik kissed between her breasts before bringing his lips to her other nipple, “How bad you want it?”
“So bad, daddy,” Emoni clawed his back.
Erik hissed before sinking his teeth into her right nipple. Emoni gasped, the mixture of pleasure and pain so good she couldn’t control the flutter between her legs. Erik did it again to her other breast, enjoying the way she cried out. She clung to him like she wanted to live in his skin. His pulse was deafening in his ears. It felt as if all the blood in his veins rushed to his dick. The hardest he’d ever been. Like a concrete center block.
“Lower…please…”
“Beg better than that, Moni.” Erik teased.
“I’m so wet…I can’t take it…”
“You can take it,” Erik kissed and nibbled his way down her body, “You’ve been such a good girl for me…”
“Yes, I’m your good girl,” Emoni spread her legs wider, “Erik, please.”
it was her anxiousness. She kept rolling her hips towards his face like a sex-crazed woman. Erik had to give her what she wanted. Seeing Emoni so uninhibited and horny like that was breathtaking. Erik gave her what she wanted. He pressed his lips on her clit and kissed all over it before doing the same to her outer lips. Emoni threw her head back and raked her fingers through Erik’s locs.
The taste of her. He could bottle it up. She tasted heavenly. He found himself sucking and licking in tandem. Emoni sat up on her elbows to watch. Those unruly curls and doe eyes with a mouth full of her sweet pussy could make him cum again. The sound of his lips smacking sensually was akin to someone lapping at water. She was so wet. His spit wasn’t even a factor. Erik slurped her up like a famished man. With so much vigor and emotion. Emoni’s stomach almost caved in from the creeping sensation of her orgasm.
“Huhhhh! Oh! Oooo—”
Erik didn’t stop. He refused to stop. It didn’t matter that she was squeezing his head with her thighs. It didn’t matter that she was writhing and begging him to stop. It didn’t matter that she was yanking on his hair. He flicked his flat tongue up and down. Up and down. Back and forth. Back and forth. In a circle.
“Can’t hide this pussy from me,” Erik spoke against her folds.
“ERIK!”
She went to lay on her side and Erik followed. Somehow, she ended up straddling his face. Emoni had a fist full of his locs and she rode his nose, bucking her hips and grinding that fat puss into his mouth. Erik had a handful of her cheeks and he pushed her to keep going. Emoni spread her legs and tugged on Erik’s hair, forcing his head from the bed. Emoni was slow grinding and feeding Erik pussy. The unabashed cries of pleasure from her was beyond words. She was sweaty and filled with so much lust. The opposite of her controlled demeanor.
Erik sucked skillfully and Emoni froze above him with a bounce of her thighs she couldn’t contain. Her arousal mixed with Erik’s spit dripped down his chin and neck.
“Ohhhh g–g–goo–ood–da–daddyeeeeeeeeee!”
Emoni fell forward over his face and Erik allowed her to ride out her intense release. He could feel her sticky fluids on his lips and chin. Erik gently placed Emoni onto her back and he kissed up her body until his lips were on hers again. They shared the taste of her cum and moaned into each other’s mouths. Erik broke the kiss to look at her. Emoni had tears in her eyes. He thumbed her tears away.
“That was amazing,” Emoni spoke through sniffles.
“It was. Exactly what I dreamed of doing to you…now I gotta feel you around me.”
Erik lifted his hips and with one hand he aimed his tip at her drenched folds. Emoni placed her hands on his shoulders and held his gaze. Erik pushed forward and his dick sank inside to the hilt in one motion. Emoni’s eyes widened at how stretched she felt. Her walls were so taunt around his girth. Erik clenched his jaw and fought the urge to paint her walls. He needed to see how his dick looked inside of her. He sat up above her so that they could both watch.
“You fit so perfect around me, baby…”
Erik kissed Emoni while thrusting in and out slowly. He had to stop kissing her to see. It felt so good but the sight of his dick coated with cream set something off inside of him.
“That’s…that’s so good,” Emoni whispered with a tremble in her voice.
“Relax, I gotchu…”
She was shaking. He knew it was his big dick making her do that. He could tell from the way his dick split her open that it was a lot for her.
“Spread them legs, Emoni…”
Erik picked up the pace. She buried her face against her knee and just felt. Erik rocked into her warm center with his eyes locked on her. His balls slapping her ass mixed with the sound of her wet ass pussy was music to his ears.
“Damn, I’m deep in this. You hear that? This what you kept from me?”
“Fuck, Erik, FUCK.”
“I asked you a question.”
Erik went faster. Emoni wasn’t prepared. She looked up at him with tears streaming from her eyes. Erik had her folded up so his dick could dig deep and right where he wanted it with no running. He’d waited too long for this moment and she wasn’t going to escape his wrath.
“Erik, oh my goodness—”
“Answer me,” Erik growled.
“YES!”
“You played a lot of games, girl. Too many fuckin’ games. Got that ass now, yeah?”
Emoni bit down on her bottom lip and her eyes crossed. Erik felt her clamp down on him and it took all of him not cum. He made her cum though. Emoni’s lower lip quivered when he slipped out. Erik was on that pussy with his mouth to clean her up. Emoni was too weak to fight him. But she could feel herself squirting. It was an out of body experience.
“That’s okay, I like that, baby…”
Emoni finally regained consciousness and she sat up. Erik soothed her with his lips and rubbed her pussy lips with his fingers. He couldn’t help himself when he pushed inside of her. She was weeping on his fingers. The most he’d ever seen.
“Damn, baby. I got this pussy soaked. Listen to that,” Erik’s fingers going in and out of her created a gushy sound, “That’s what I like to hear. All because of daddy’s big dick…and daddy got more for you.”
“I want more…”
“You want more in this wet—wet?”
“Please…”
“Didn’t I tell you I was gon’ get you right?”
Erik wanted to hear her say it.
“Yes, daddy. Yes…”
She was in a dicked-out daze.
He didn’t ask her how she wanted him. Erik arched Emoni’s back and he was standing behind her with his dick pointed at her spread-open lips from the back. He sank back into that creamy pussy and Emoni buried her face into the sheets. Erik slipped out to see how his dick opened her up. Something in him, maybe a voice, some type of unknown force, had him putting his face in her pussy. He left teeth marks and hickeys all over her beautiful ass. With a lick of his lips he pumped that big dick in her again.
“Give daddy that pussy, Princess.”
“ERIK! erikerikerikerikerik—”
He was cracking her back so good Emoni couldn’t get a complete sentence out. To see his big dick disappear inside of her little body made him fuck her harder. Erik hooked his hands in the crease of her elbows and drilled her.
“You’re taking my pussy from me, daddy!” Emoni cried out.
“It’s my pussy, Moni. I’m taking my pussy.” Erik corrected.
“Ima cum on this big dick again!”
She glossed his dick and Erik simply chuckled.
“You’re so leaky for me.”
He was back inside and feeding her pussy what it wanted and craved with slower strokes. Emoni looked back at him with puffy eyes and an equally puffy pussy from Erik’s pounding. He stared into her eyes while he fucked her.
“Stay right there…that’s daddy’s baby…uh-huh…all night long in this pussy…”
Emoni’s eyes drifted shut and her back bowed when Erik went deep. He simply fixed her arch and pumped her with two more strokes that had her cumming again. Erik got down on the bed behind and fucked her slow from the side with a hand around her neck and his lips against her ear. He would thrust up into her and hold his dick there for a few seconds before sliding out to the tip and repeating. He buried his nose against her neck to smell her perfume. Emoni interlocked her fingers with his and lifted her leg more for him.
“I love you…and I’m so happy to have you, my Princess. I wanna make love to you in my Royal chambers…on my throne…beneath the Wakandan sunset…”
Emoni stared down between her legs to watch his dick go in and out. His words had her gripping him.
“This how I want you when I put a baby in you…I want you just like this,” Erik whispered in her ear, “Get that leg up nice and high…fuck into you slow…bury my fuckin’ dick in you…give this pussy what she wants…and cum so deep…just slide in and out of this wet pussy just like this…you loving that, huh? Having my babies? Taking this big dick whenever and wherever? Huh?…” Erik placed his thumb in her mouth to suck on, “Huh, Princess? You got a little frame but you take big dick…”
Erik held that leg up and fucked her long and hard. He multitasked by rubbing her clit with his other hand. She was at his mercy. That beautiful body. She pouted her lips and whimpered with each upstroke of his big dick.
“This angle…I’m a squirt…”
She didn’t have time. She was leaking all over his dick. And it added more slip. His dick glided between her folds and up in that pussy with such precision and ease she couldn’t even form words.
“Daddy about to nut…I can’t hold off…can’t hold this nut off—”
Erik’s fingers gripped her thigh hard and after two more thrusts he came inside of Emoni. She looked back at him and Erik tongued her down. He slowly pumped his seed into her pussy, making sure to keep it there.
——
Present Day:
Eyes connected and hearts pounding. Like a picture book, everything came back to their minds. It took for Erik to connect with her through sex for them to remember it all. And when they did, Emoni was overcome with emotion.
She told him that she loved him. And as crazy as that sounds, she did. She indeed loved Erik. And he felt the exact same way. She could feel that spark between them. And then she remembered…
They got married. She’s a wife now. The sex. They had sex all over Erik’s bedroom. He’d given her love bites, he shaved her pussy, he got a tattoo of her name, she got her belly button pierced. All of it happened last night. And she’d enjoyed it all. The emotions she’d felt at that time came back and it felt real and genuine. She could tell from the look in Erik’s eyes that he felt the exact same way. All of it so overwhelming but exactly what they wanted.
Once the tremors subsided, Erik kissed her gently, sweetly.
“You're mine, finally,” he sighed against her mouth. "All mine."
His fingers trailed between their sweaty bodies, finding the bellybutton piercing and stroking over it.
“My wife...my mate.”
The words registered, but Emoni was too enthralled with his distracting hands and lips, and with the slow rocking motion he made with his hips to stop and have a conversation about it. He was still so hard inside her, determined to prove his possession of her, and she found her body responding again.
His hips were relaxed as he rolled them, sliding forward again without haste, swaying in and out like the waves beneath them. He took his time loving her, his hold on her absolute as if she were the most precious thing in his life and this the most important moment he'd ever known. Tears pricked her eyes as she felt the first surge of desire sweep over her senses, taking her into the clouds, and with a cry, she gave herself over to it.
"More," she moaned, pressing her knees tighter against his sides to keep him from pulling out and moving off. "I need more, Erik. Please!"
His lips trailed a path down her throat, over the delicate bones of her shoulder even as he slowly worked his hips in a rocking motion that had him hitting at the right spots, making her see stars. When he wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked, licking over the bite mark he'd left upon her breast, Emoni’s whole body shuddered in response. Nibbling electric shocks of pleasure ran the length of her spine and had her arching her back, offering herself up to him again, even as he bottomed out inside her, bringing them fully together again and again.
"Oh, my god. Don't...stop!"
A growling sound emitted from his chest again. Then, wrapping his arms around her, he rolled them so she was sprawled atop of him in a gloriously disheveled heap. With a firm grip, he resettled her over his big dick until she could feel it throbbing deep within her.
“Your turn,” he offered, and with a firm grip on her hips, he guided her to move over him for his pleasure. “Take all of it.”
Tossing her head back, Emoni closed her eyes and rode him hard, wanting to possess him as thoroughly as he'd done her. Every glide forward was met by his upwardly surging hips, forcing him deep into her slick, wet pussy.
His hands were everywhere, exploring her waist, her belly, cupping her breasts and thumbing her nipples. He traced the mark he'd left on her, played with the piercing in her belly, circling the proof of his claim upon her and causing a ripple effect of heat throughout her body in response.
“You're beautiful,” he whispered as she dug her nails into his chest, leaving behind reddish-purple, crescent-shaped divots in his skin. “So fucking beautiful, my Princess.”
There it was again—that arrogant, lordly persistence of ownership over her. Was it a declaration of his intentions, or simply a reiterating of the truth? She had to know...
Heavy-lidded and trembling with insatiable lust, she continued her relentless pace and pinned him down, meeting his warm, onyx gaze.
“We’re married, aren’t we?”
He pursed his lips and stared at her, clearly on the fence between confession and diversion.
“I’m your wife now? You saw it too, right?” she persisted.
“Emoni…”
She reached up one hand and palmed her left breast, stroking over his bite mark, presenting it as proof of her theory. Her whole body shook, tightened as she lightly fingered over the two, small piercings he'd made with his teeth. “I feel different now,” she admitted. “I feel...so much. Everything.” Desire slammed through her as she pinched the skin, pulling her nipple, and she threw her head back and wailed, “I can't stop!” Her hips were moving out of her control to a frantic pace now, fucking him so hard, the bed creaked ominously under them. “What have you done to me, Erik?! I feel so…unh!”
He reached for her. “Emoni, I‒”
She shoved him back down as he made to sit up, and bent so their mouths touched, preventing him from evading her question, again. “If you did this to me, and I'm yours now, then you're just as much mine, Erik. MINE!” She groaned now, feeling savage and powerfully possessive of her lover. She'd done her share of dating over the years, but this...this was a level of attraction that far exceeded anything she'd ever felt before. “And I don't share. Understand?”
Wonderment, then relief reflected in his face, and then there came a sudden and very final shift, as if some piece of the puzzle that had been them for so long finally notched itself into place in his brain and within his soul. A dark, feral intensity seemed to come over him.
His eyes gleamed like diamonds in the sunlight coming in through the round window nearby and his fierce smirk stole her breath.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled. “Fuck me and make me all yours, Princess. Mark me up and claim me.”
So, she did.
She rode him, sucked on his neck, wrapped a hand around his neck. Erik popped her on the ass and encouraged her to keep bouncing and fucking that dick with that tight pussy.
“I need you to shoot that cum in my pussy!”
She could feel him throbbing. Erik parted his lips and moaned her name.
“Give me what I want…I feel that big dick…let it out for me…give me all of it, daddy.”
“Ahhh, fuuuuckkkk—”
When all of the fucking and biting and scratching and moaning had reached its peak and tossed them into the storm together once more, when it was finally done and they were irrevocably mated to each other with full consent on both sides, Emoni slumped over Erik exhausted and thoroughly sated.
Quietly, she lay within his arms until her breathing evened out and her blood returned to its normal courses. Only then did she allow her mind to retake the reins.
As rationality returned, so too did the answer as to why she could remember all of the events after the reception. It hadn't just been something to do to stave off loneliness, or an itch to scratch, but because there was an undeniable, powerful connection between them...something that promised forever.
It didn’t feel on a whim. Yes, they were extremely sexual and weren't concerned about sleeping around, but as far as love and domestication were concerned, Emoni wasn’t expecting that. What had it been?
It seemed Erik’s inner jaguar had decided she was his one and only.
She couldn't deny it, either: the sex had been good—really, truly good. Mind-blowing, in fact. It had never been like that for her before, and she was guessing by Erik’s reactions during their love-making and now, with his light, affectionate caressing of her skin in the afters, that he felt the same. He radiated contentment, the same as her, and he was holding her close as if he didn't plan to let her go.
Well, that certainly explained everything, didn't it? From the office flirting to the jealous feelings every time she saw him with another women to the orgasms she'd given herself in secret while thinking of him. No wonder she'd been an absolute basket-case where Erik was concerned.
Surprising her quite suddenly, Erik drew her even closer to him, nuzzled into her hairline, and shushed her. “You're thinking too much again.”
She frowned, pushed back a bit, and rose up on her elbow to look down at him. “And how would you know what I'm thinking?”
His eyebrow twitched and a slow, mysterious smile wound up his cheek. “Because I know you, my Princess.”
He reached up and brushed her fringe out of her eyes. “Between worrying about who might have seen us leave together last night, whether we would be the talk of the office under some scandalous headline, and why it was you couldn't recall a thing we did after hitting the dance floor at the reception, I thought my head would explode. The only time that fantastic brain of yours was relatively quiet this morning was when I was fucking you.”
She gaped at him. “You… so now you have psychic abilities?”
He chuckled and in a quick move, rolled them and had her on her back again. “No. I just know you.”
“Is that so?” She didn't believe a single word coming out of his mouth and the expression she shot him made sure he knew it. “Then what am I thinking right now?”
He chuckled, and the wicked sound shot straight through her like electricity.
“You want me to propose properly, despite the fact we're already married.”
That gave her pause. She recalled the chapel and then exchanging vows. Was that really a marriage?
Sliding a hand down her belly, he played with her piercing. “I love this piercing on you. And I must say the tattoo of your name on my hip is perfect.”
She ran her fingers through his coarse hair and arched into him. “And when…will you give me…a real ring?” she asked, feeling a bit breathless from his amorous attentions.
He shrugged, dipping his mouth lower to place tiny, nipping kisses to her hips and thighs. “I have a ring back home. Waiting for the right time.” He circled the wet lips of her pussy with his tongue. “Guess my inner Jaguar decided he'd waited long enough.”
Emoni whimpered and raised her hips, silently begging him to stop torturing her and to just get to the part where he sucked her clit already. “You...you wanted to marry me before last night then?”
Onyx eyes glanced up at her as he placed tormenting, open-mouthed kisses upon her tingling flesh. “For years and years,” he admitted with an impish smirk. “Now shut up, and give me this sweet pussy again.”
She widened her legs and threw her head back on the pillow as he pressed in, making room for himself, taking her over...making her head spin.
“Oh, fuck!” she moaned, accepting that she was so utterly his.
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