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Hello lovelies... Those of you who have been following my works for a while have read this one before. It's be reworked a tiny bit, replacing Chadwick with Aaron Pierre. I really wanted to finish this story, but obviously, after Chadwick's death, I never did.

So I'm trying again. :) Reworking this to fit a different timeline and a different love. So bear with me. I hope you enjoy this.

OC: Nailah Monroe -name is African/Egyptian for 'Successful"

It had been a little over three weeks since he’d last seen his fiancee. Twenty-two days to be exact. Twenty-two days too goddamn long. Nailah left after a stupid argument a few days after he’d given the commencement speech at the London Academy of Music and Dramatic Art. She needed more of his time and between both of their work commitments, their relationship was suffering. And he couldn't blame her for being upset about it. Even though her work as a television writer took up a lot of her time, Nailah aways put forth the effort. She'd stay up late to FaceTime with him when he was away filming or rearrange her schedule to be able to travel to see him when he was on location. Shit was just hard. Things started to get hard right around the time all the promo for Mufasa started. He was traveling nonstop and all the flowers and phone calls in the world couldn't warm a cold ass bed. Their relationship was built around trust, affection and passion and she was genuinely his best friend and greatest champion. At the end of a long day, there was no one else he wanted to talk to except her. The way he’d bonded with her right off the bat just felt right. It felt like she’d always been a part of his life. Hell, his mother loved her from the moment he’d brought her home to meet his family. Her affectionate nature nurtured his need to be surrounded by those who looked out for him and truly loved him. Somehow, in the last few months, it felt like he'd lost his way. It felt like he'd lost her. As much as he valued her, not just as his woman but as his best friend, he could see the cracks in their relationship getting bigger. He thought that bringing her with him to his alma mater could be the beginnings of repairing their bond. Aaron absolutely adored her and there was no other woman he could imagine spending the rest of his life with. When he imagined his daughter's face, she was a mini replica of Nailah. There was no one else he'd ever imagined having beautiful black babies with. No one.

Aaron parked his car outside of the dance studio that his fiancee frequented several times a week to keep that beautiful body of hers in shape. Thursday nights were the stilettos dance classes and he knew that this would probably be the best place to find her. He’d tried to give her time, but he had run out of patience. Nailah belonged with him, in the home they shared, in his bed. It didn’t matter what it took. He was getting his woman back tonight.

After finding parking in front of the studio, he headed inside, nodding to the receptionist at the front desk. The sound of music led him to the main studio, where a group was finishing up a routine. Tugging his hoodie over his head, he stood towards the back of the room, his green eyes searching the dancers for his lady. He spotted her fine ass almost immediately. In a crowd of pretty women, his queen stood out from the pack. Nailah was in thigh high boots and black shorts showed off the chocolate skin of her toned legs. Damn…. he loved those long ass legs of hers, especially when they were wrapped around his face. Despite the fact that she was wearing a baseball cap, he knew the moment she spotted him when a small smirk appeared on her lips. Those dark eyes of hers that he loved so much were hidden behind the brim of her cap. As soon as the song started, he knew he was fucked. It was Tank’s "When We”. The first time he'd heard this song, she played it for him as they were driving to Palm Springs for vacation. The lyrics and beat were sexy as hell and it wasn't long after that the two of them were pulled over on the side of the highway and he had Nailah in the backseat showing her just how much of a savage he could be.

I like it when you lose it

I like it when you go there

I like the way you use it

I like that you don’t play fair

Recipe for a disaster

When I’m just try’na take my time

Stroke is gettin' deep and faster

You're screamin' like I’m outta line

Aaron was laser-focused on Nailah as she danced. He swore he could feel every rock and grind of her hips against his dick and was suddenly very thankful for the compression shorts he wore beneath his jeans. The last thing he needed was to get hard in the middle of a dance studio. Nailah slid smoothly into a split, popping her ass and he covered his mouth with his hand to hide the obvious lust on his face. He was going to wear her ass out tonight. If she took him back…

Who came to make sweet love? Not me

Who came to kiss and hug? Not me

Who came to beat it up? Rocky

And don't use those hands to put up that gate and stop me

When we fuck

Her full lips mouthed the lyrics as she looked right at him, lust shining in those dark eyes of hers. She smoothed her hands over her breasts and down her flat belly, continuing to tease him. Oh, it was going down. He was gonna get all in those guts tonight.

When we fuck

The song faded out as the group of three dancers made their way off the dance floor. Nailah made a beeline over to him and Aaron schooled his face, not wanting her to only see the lust. Once she reached him, she took his hand, leading him outside of the dance studio so they could have some privacy. He relished the way her small hand felt in his, his thumb stroking back and forth across her soft brown skin.

“What are you doing here, Mr. Pierre?”

Not a good sign. She only called him Mr. Pierre when he was in trouble. Her arms were crossed across her chest and her head was tilted back a bit so she could see his face. He reached out and gently pulled her cap off, one hand smoothing out her hair as his eyes drank in her beautiful face. She would always be the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

"I needed to talk to you, Nai. I miss you.”

Thick lashes hid her eyes from him.

“I miss you too…”

Aaron stepped forward, reaching out to grip her waist.

"Look, I know you need more of my time and I'm telling you that I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy, Nai. I don’t care if I have to fly home every weekend when I’m working. I can’t keep doing this shit without you.”

She let him pull her close, resting her forehead against his as he tightened his hold on her waist. She took a deep breath of his scent, a mix of teak, leather, and his favorite cologne, her heart calming.

“I mean it, Nai. None of this matters if I can’t share it with you. Bottom line. I need to know that you’re still going to marry me.”

“Of course I’m marrying you, Aaron. You’re the love of my life. Just because I was pissed at you doesn’t mean I was going to throw away the best two years of my life. I was angry but I’m not crazy,” she said with a small chuckle as she pulled back to look at his face. “I just needed you to know that I was serious.”

“I know you are, baby girl. And so am I. I love you more than anything.”

“I love you too…”

Nailah tilted her face up to receive his gentle kiss, feeling her nipples peak against his chest as he kissed her. No one had ever kissed her the way her man did. Passionate yet tender… thorough and teasing…. and those damn lips of his. He tasted like mint and something that was uniquely Aaron. Nailah moaned softly against his lips, giggling softly when one big hand slid down to grip her ass firmly in one hand.

“Mmmm… let’s go home, baby,” she murmured against his lips as she reached up to cradle his face in her small hands. “I need you to remind me who I belong to.”

“You keep talking like that and I’mma get your fine ass pregnant before the wedding.”

Fifteen minutes later….

“What was it you were saying about getting me pregnant?”

Aaron chuckled against the soft skin of her cleavage as he carried her inside their Los Feliz home. He held her in his arms, those long legs of hers wrapped around his waist as she nipped at his throat. He kicked the front door shut behind them, damn near stumbling on the way to their bedroom when she moaned in his ear.

“You're asking for it, girl,” he growled as he carried her into the bedroom. He let her body brush against his as he sat her on the bed in front of him.

Nailah stared up at him as he stood between her spread legs. She smoothed her hands underneath the black tee he wore, licking her lips as her fingertips brushed his hard abs.

"Maybe I want it…. daddy…"

Aaron pulled his t-shirt off, tossing it to the floor behind them. Nailah looked up at him through her thick, dark lashes and he felt his heavy dick jump in response. All she had to do was look at him as she had him hard as a rock. From the very first moment he saw her, he thought that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Now, looking up at him with lust and love in her eyes, she was even more stunning. Nailah drank in the sight of his big thick body, rubbing her hand across the scar that marred the perfect skin of his lower abdomen. The slight sprinkle of hair on his chest turned her on so fucking much. He reached down and pulled her tank top off, groaning when he saw her dark brown nipples straining against her sheer lace bra.

“Take your hair down for me.”

Nailah glanced down, licking her lips when she saw him straining against his jeans. Her man was most definitely blessed by the cock fairy. His blessing was her blessing and she planned on reminding him why marrying her was going to be the best decision of his life. She reached up and took her hair tie out, her thick hair falling over her shoulders. Aaron loved to feel her hair against his skin as they made love. He also loved pulling the thick curls when he bent her over the side of the bed and fucked the soul out of her.

“C’mon, girl. Stop teasing me.”

Nailah snickered as she unzipped his jeans, biting her bottom lip as she reached in and pulled his thick flesh free. Fuck, he was intimidating. Even though the two of them had made love hundreds of times over the course of their relationship, every time he got naked, the dick had her a little shook. In the very best way of course. His groan echoed loudly in the room as she took his crown between her lips, her tongue coming out to lap up his essence. She teasingly trailed her tongue along the large vein that ran along the underside of his throbbing dick. One large hand came to cradle the back of her head, his hooded eyes watching her please him. The vibrations of her quiet moans had the heavy muscles in his thighs clenching and he struggled to let her go at her own pace when all he wanted to do was fuck that pretty little mouth of hers.

“Been thinking about this for weeks, Nai.”

She moaned her approval as she hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper. The hand in her hair flexed, the sharp pain sending an answering gush between her thighs. The crotch of her matching lace panties was soaked with her desire for her man. She reached up, using one hand to stroke what didn’t fit in her mouth, while the other cradled his heavy balls. Aaron’s green eyes narrowed on her naked ring finger.

“Wait… stop.”

He pulled away from her sucking lips with a pop and Nailah frowned when he turned and walked over to their dresser. His ass distracted her just long enough for him to grab something off the top and make his way back to her. Naked, he knelt on one knee in front of her, taking her left hand in his.

“Aaron…”

“‘I can’t promise you that there won't be tough times in our life together. I can’t promise that I’ll never make a mistake. But, I can guarantee that I’ll never stop fighting for us. There will never be a moment, as long as my heart is beating, when I’m not madly in love with you. Not just the idea of you, but you, Nai. The woman who puts her cold ass feet on me to warm up in the middle of the night,” he said with a crooked smile. “The woman who flew across the country to surprise me for my birthday even though you could only spend a few hours with me. The woman who constantly challenges my mind. You make me happier than I ever thought I could be. My soul knew you were it for me long before my mind did and I know that’s because God sent you to me. I asked for someone to love and there you were…”

“Baby…” she whispered softly, tears spilling over her cheeks.

“Nailah Ivy Monroe, I’m asking you again to be my wife. Will you marry me and let me spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I love you? Give me beautiful babies who look just like you?”

Tears shined in his dark eyes as he looked at her, his voice thick with emotion. Nailah nodded, cradling his face in her hands as she pressed her lips to his, tasting the salt from both their tears.

“Yes, yes… of course I’ll marry you, baby.”

Aaron took her left hand in his, sliding her engagement ring back in place where it belonged.

“Don’t ever take this off again.”

The large diamond, the one that felt a hair too heavy when he’d given it to her six months ago, suddenly felt just right. She stared at the beautiful ring for a second, thinking about the promises it symbolized. When he knelt in front of her that night six months ago, he’d promised her forever. He promised to love her through anything. He’d asked her to be his wife and the mother of his children and she didn’t hesitate to say yes. No was never an option.

“Promise me, Nailah,” he murmured, cradling her cheek in one hand.

“I promise, my love,” she whispered against his lips as she kissed him tenderly, using her thumb to wipe his tear away.

Her fiancé urged her back onto the bed, lying between her thighs. She moaned as he nipped and teased the sensitive skin of her throat, his hands at work pulling her shorts off. She lifted her hips as he hooked his hands in the waistband and pulled her shorts and panties off. With practiced ease, he undid the front clasp of her bra, freeing her sensitive breasts to the night air. The hot lash of his tongue against her pebbled nibbles had her nails digging small crescent moons in the skin covering his broad shoulders.

“I can’t believe you just proposed while your dick was hard,” she said with a giggle that ended with a groan when he teasingly bit at the hard nub.

“Honestly, I was kinda hard the first time too,” he muttered against her skin as he kissed his way down her flat belly, his mind going to the thought of one day planting his son or daughter inside of her.

“Baby, we were at a restaurant."

“I know… and I was thinking about what I was gonna do to you when we got home. I couldn’t wait to make love to you while you were wearing my ring. That’s why I had to get my ring back on you tonight. I don’t like the way your hand looks without it. I don’t ever wanna see you stroking my dick without that ring on.”

“Boy, you’re so nast-“, her exclamation ended on a gasp when he flattened his tongue against her wet pussy and licked a wet trail from slit to clit.

“You love how nasty I am. Mmmm… fucking love the way you taste," he whispered against her wet skin.

Nailah's soft pants increased as he alternated between sucking and flicking his talented tongue against her pussy, slowly driving her crazy.

“C’mon, Peaches. Gimme that sweetness.”

Nailah keened loudly, one hand in his hair as she squirmed against his mouth. She could feel her juices dripping down the crack of her ass as Aaron ate her like she was his last meal. Nailah knew how her man was. He wasn’t stopping until his face was covered in her essence and she was too sensitive for him to continue. He liked her absolutely exhausted when he was done with her. She’d never really been with a man who “put her to bed” before him. Regardless of whether he was making sweet love to her or blowing her back out, he wasn’t satisfied until he’d pushed her to her limits and had her tapping out. He had incredible stamina and he thoroughly enjoyed testing his limits with her.

“It’s been three weeks, baby,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “Gotta come first or you won't be able to take all of me. And you know I want deep in that sweet pussy.”

Aaron dragged two fingers through her wetness and gently pushed them inside of her clenching pussy, curling them against her g-spot. His dark eyes were zeroed in on her full breasts as her back arched up off of the bed.

“Get that pussy ready for Daddy, Peaches.”

“Oh my…. fuck!”

The muscles in her legs began to shake and she cried out his name as her pussy spasmed around his long fingers, her sweet essence squirting out of her. Aaron lapped up every drop, groaning loudly as he licked her clean.

“Damn girl… bout drowned my ass,” he murmured as he raised his face, his facial hair glistening with remnants of her.

Her blushing was cut short with a sharp smack to the side of her ass.

“Don’t get shy, baby. You know I’ve seen every part of you.”

Aaron smiled down at her before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers, bracing himself above her. She felt him twitching against her inner thigh and reached down with her left hand, biting her bottom lip as she wrapped her fingers around him. Aaron glanced down between them, groaning when he saw her engagement ring sparkling against their skin as she pressed him against her slick entrance. He thrust his hips forward, dragging his cock between the lips of her pussy and covering him in her sweetness. With every thrust, he bumped her clit with the broad head of his cock, causing frustrated moans to tumble from her lips.

“You want your dick, baby girl?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

“Use your words. Tell me… how bad do you want it?”

“I need it, Daddy. Please fuck me…”

Aaron’s grin was almost feral as he braced himself above her with one hand, using the other to hold his cock steady as he slowly began to thrust inside of her. He went slow, in and out... in and out, giving her time to adjust. They’d made love more times than he could count, but her pretty little pussy still struggled to take all of him at first. There was nothing he loved more than watching her take him inside of her body. He glanced down between them, groaning her name when he saw his wide dick covered in her juices. Nailah reached up and pulled him down for a kiss, moaning as he began to give her more of him, an inch at a time. Her belly clenched when he finally gave her all of him, seating himself deep inside of her where he belonged.

“Oh my… fuck, that feels so good.”

There was nothing that came close to describing the way making love to Nailah felt for him. It went beyond good, beyond amazing… beyond anything he’d ever experienced before her. She mewled softly when he dipped his head and sucked her hard nipple into his mouth. He hitched her leg higher on his hip, spreading her wider so he could get even deeper inside of her.

“I love the way you feel inside me,” she said, panting softly as she looked up at him.

“Cause I was made for you, Nai. That’s why you take me so well,” he said with a grunt, rearing up a bit and shifting her leg to his shoulder. He was always grateful for her dance background because that flexibility came in handy in bed. Aaron grunted as he looked down, taking in her beautiful face, breathless with passion. Her dark chocolate tipped breasts bounced in response to his deep thrusts inside of her. Between her thighs, her sweet white cream coated his dick, proof of her passion and the sight only spurred him on. Nailah grunted when he gripped her thigh, spreading her wide for his digging thrusts. When he swiveled his hips, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She dragged her hands down his chest, his muscles bunching and flexing beneath her palms as he worked between her legs.

"I can't..." she whimpered, one hand at his lower stomach.

"Don't run from me, Nai. You can take me."

The pleasure bordered on pain and was almost overwhelming. She squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on how good her man made her feel. Her eyes snapped open when he pulled out of her, tapping the outside of her thigh to get her to roll over. She quickly made her way onto her belly, giggling when he gripped her hips and yanked her to the side of the bed. That gasp turned into a loud whimper as he sank back inside of her, giving her every inch in a single slow push. His large hands gripped her hips, pulling her back against his thrusts.

“You gonna let me put my baby in you, Nai?”

The sounds of his hips colliding with her round ass filled the room as he took her. The thought of him getting her pregnant turned her on far more than it should have and in the middle of mind-blowing sex, fitting into her wedding dress was the last thing on her mind. Aaron wanted a house filled with babies. If he had his way, they'd probably already have a little one. He leaned down over her body, grinding against her ass and making sure she was taking all of him.

"You know you want it," he whispered as he nuzzled the side of her neck before pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. "C'mon, Peaches. Have my baby."

One of his large hands covered hers as she gripped the sheet, rocking back against him. The other hand slid around to her belly. She nodded, willing to agree to damn near anything in order to get him to paint her insides with his seed.

"Mmm... she's gonna be beautiful like you."

Nailah groaned as she arched her back even more, lowering her upper body to the bed as he drilled into her. Her moans were getting hoarse as the broad head of his dick hit her g-spot with every thrust. Every hard thrust against her ass was accompanied by a deep grunt from Aaron. Nailah could feel him getting even bigger inside of her and dropped her head to the mattress as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Over the roar in her head, she heard him shout, moaning weakly as she felt him spurting heavily inside of her. There was something so sexy and primitive about him coming deep inside of her like this with the intent on creating a child. She smiled when she felt him press a soft kiss between her shoulder blades.

"I love you, Nai."

He carefully shifted them onto their sides, still inside of her.

"I love you too, big head," she said, smiling as she turned to face him.

As he slipped out of her, she could feel the mess he'd made between her thighs. Aaron pulled her against his chest, one large hand stroking her coils.

"You know if I got you pregnant, we're gonna have to move the wedding up, right?"

Nailah just laughed as she smoothed her hand across his chest, enjoying the way his warm brown skin felt beneath her hand. He took her hand in his, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. Even at night, that diamond of hers sparkled.

"The wedding is in September. We'll be fine."

"As long as you're Mrs. Pierre by the time he or she gets here, I'm good."

"I will be, baby. I promise."

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