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Ch. 7 of Married To The Wrong Woman by Jamilia Fair

"Only you would wait until there is literally nothing left in your refrigerator to come grocery shopping," Kendra laughed as she pushed around her friend's cart. "You better stop doing that, or the girls and I are going to have an intervention for you."

"...because I forgot to go grocery shopping?" Jackie asked with a raised brow.

Kendra nodded.

"Yup."

Jackie shook her head and laughed as she walked down the baking aisle. She needed sugar, vegetable oil, vanilla abstract, pie crust, flour a cookie sheet, and a baking pan. She really liked to bake, when she had the time, and she'd been out of cookies, cakes and pie crust for a while now.

"Since you like to bake so much, when are you going to bake me a cake?" Kendra asked her friend as she grabbed another big bag of flour and placed it in the cart.

"When you finally make up your mind on what kind of cake you want," Jackie said and tossed another bag of sugar into the cart.

"Dr. Harris?" came a familiar voice.

Jackie and Kendra both turned around at the sound of her name being called and came face to face with Aaron and Miranda Cavill. Aaron stood behind the cart, pushing it, while Miranda stood beside him and quickly wrapped her arm around his.

"Mr. and Mrs. Cavill, hello," Jackie said and stepped forward. "How are you both?"

Aaron offered up a smile. "We're good. Just doing some last-minute shopping. What about you? How are you? Both of you." he asked.

"I'm good. I'm doing some last-minute shopping myself," Jackie replied.

Aaron then looked at Kendra.

"Oh, I'm fantastic. Just making sure my girl gets some food."

"Hey, I've just been busy with work. I don't usually wait until the last minute." Jackie defended.

"Sure you don't," Kendra said with a smile.

Jackie shook her head and turned to Aaron and Miranda. "Anyway, do you two have anything specific you planned for dinner tonight?"

"Well, " Aaron started but was interrupted by Miranda.

"Well, I'm fixing my husband his favorite dish."

Jackie smiled big. "Spaghetti and catfish nuggets. Mmm. That sounds delicious. I might have to fix the same thing for us tonight," Jackie said and turned to Kendra. "What do you think?"

Kendra rubbed her flat stomach. "I'm all in as long as you will be doing the cooking. You know your girl can't cook that good."

Jackie smiled.

"Uh, y - yeah, that's right." Miranda said.

She clearly didn't remember that detail about her husband.

"You remembered that?" Aaron asked with a raised brow.

Jackie nodded. "Of course. I remember most of the things my clients tell me. It's a part of my job to get to know you and remember your likes and dislikes."

"Clearly," Miranda mumbled.

Jackie ignored her comment, however, Kendra didn't. She was just the assistant, not the doctor, so she could say something without consequences.

"Uh, you want to say that a little louder, Mrs. Cavill? We didn't quite hear the shade you were throwing."

"Kendra," Jackie warned.

"Naw, she wants to throw shade all because she didn't remember her husbands favorite dish but you did," Kendra glared at and took a step towards the now frightened woman. "It's not your fault you know her husband better than she does."

Jackie grabber her friends arm. "Stop it, now. This is not the time or place," Jackie said before she turned her attention towards Miranda and Aaron. "I apologize for my friend. She has no filter and has a hard time choosing when and not to voice what's in her head."

"So do you." Kendra mumbled.

"It's fine. No harm done," Aaron said then turned to his wife. "Right?"

Miranda rolled her eyes but nodded.

"Well, we're going to go. I promised Kendra dinner tonight," Jackie said with a smile. "I will see you Thursday, Mr. Cavill."

Aaron nodded. "Have a good night, Dr. Harris. You too, Kendra."

"You too, Mr. and Mrs. Cavill," said Jackie.

"We will. I hope you have a great night, too, Henry." Said Kendra.

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"Come on, you can't tell me you didn't see the look that bitch was giving you," Kendra spat, in obvious annoyance, as they carried in the groceries.

Jackie shrugged.

"I did, however, I don't care. She's worried for nothing, about nothing, at least when it comes to me," Jackie replied as she placed the bags onto the island. "I don't want her husband."

Kendra sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. That wench is lucky I'm not the type of person who doesn't care about a man being married. Lord knows if I was that type of person," Kendra lifted her fisted hand to her mouth and widened her eyes at Jackie. "Wooooooooo she would be one mad little girl."

Jackie shook her head. "I'm glad you're not a home wrecker."

Kendra laughed in response.

"No, she better be glad I'm not."

"Look, my job is to help Aaron, not worry about his jealous wife.” Said Jackie.

“I know that. I just – I don’t trust that bitch and I want you to be careful, safe. I don’t put anything passed her.” Kendra stated.

“I promise I’ll be careful and stay alert.”

Kendra sighed. “Thank you. Now, what are we cooking for dinner tonight?”

Jackie laughed. “Of course all you can think about is food.”

“What can I say? You’re a great cook.”

“Well, if you want to eat you are going to have to help cook. I’m not your mother, I’m your friend.”

“All right. Where do you want me?”

“Well, we’re making a roast with carrots and potatoes, corn and green beans and biscuits. For dessert, we are having red velvet cake,” Jackie revealed. “So, you can get started on the sides, or at least the green beans and corn, and put them on low. That way they won’t get done long before the roast and potatoes. I will work on the roast and make the dessert.”

Kendra clasped her hands together and smiled big. “Damn, that all sounds so good. I can’t wait to taste all of it.”

“Well, the sooner you get started the closer we get to eating it.”

“All right, damn. Smartass.” Kendra laughed as she moved to the sink to wash her hands. "Keep it up and I'll put dish soap in your corn and green beans when you're not looking." she threatened.

Jackie put her right hand on her hip and shifted all of her weight onto her right foot and gave her a 'Do I look like I'm worried?' look. "Girl, please. Now, will you hand me that bottle of chardonnay out of the fridge? I like a glass or two while I cook."

Kendra nodded in agreement before she walked over to the fridge, grabbed the bottle, and handed it to her. "Yeah, and you can tell me why Trevor has it in his head that the two of you have a chance at getting back together."

Jackie stopped what she was doing, opening the bottle, and turned to her friend. "How do you - "

"He called the office earlier today and left a message about how he couldn't wait to hear from you, and he hoped you were having a great day." Kendra groaned with a roll of her eyes. "And before you ask how I got to that conclusion - he sounded way to happy for a man that has been told no over fifty times. The only thing that I can think of that would make that boy as happy as he sounded is hope of a future with you."

Jackie rolled her eyes and finished opening the bottle. "I did not promise that man anything. I only threw out a bone for a possible friendship, that's it. I guess he took it as something else."

"All I'm going to say, just before you explain what happened, is that you better hope Frankie doesn't find out because we both know she'll tare you both a new hole."

Jackie agreed.

"Then I guess you better not tell her, huh?"

A devilish smile spread across Kendra’s lips. "Okay, but only if you promise to invite me to dinner every other night."

"Are - are you blackmailing me...for food?" Jackie lost it and fell into a fit of laughter. "Oh. My. God! You're blackmailing me for food! Who does that?"

Kendra reached out and slapped her arm. It's not that funny. Now, do we have a deal or not?"

Jackie nodded and took her outstretched hand. "Deal, Mrs. Foodie."

"Shut up."

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Can She Forgive Him?

SHORT STORY: PART 1  

It was in this moment, as he watched her counting his money with a blunt between her lips, that he realized who she was. His woman. Not some hoe who was only with him for his money, not some chick who wanted to use him to make her ex-boyfriend jealous and not some bitch who just wanted to show him off on her arm like some prized possession. No, Zoe was a real woman. A woman who was down for him in any and every way that he needed her, a woman who did whatever he asked of her and a woman who would kill any nigga or bitch that tried to fuck with him.

Not only was she beautiful but she was smart, too. She wasn’t like those other bitches that had a fat ass, big breasts and good head game with no brain upstairs, no, she was the full package. She had curves that Beyoncé couldn’t fuck with, great breasts, thick thighs, long curly hair, the best pussy he’s ever had and the most sinful mouth he’s ever seen. And…she was in school. Monday through Friday she attended the University of Chicago faithfully. And even though she wanted more out of life, to make something of herself, she never made Marcus feel like he wasn’t good enough or like he was beneath her.

She was the true definition of a Lady in the Streets and a Freak in the Sheets.

‘I love this woman,’ He realized. ‘She’s the woman I want by my side at all times, the woman I want to have my kids. Fuck that, she’s the woman I want to make my wife.’

Zoe looked up from counting Marcus’s money and raised a brow. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

A slow smile spread across his lips and he shook his head. “No reason, ma.”

“No reason, huh?” she took a long drag of the blunt and handed it to him. “I know you, Marcus. I know that look.”

He takes the blunt and brings it to his lips. “What look?”

“The look you get when you’re thinking really hard about something,” she laughed. “So, you mind as well tell me.”

Marcus took a long drag and held it in as he kept his eyes on her. ‘Damn! How did I get so fuckin’ lucky?’ he thought. She was just so damn beautiful. He’d hit the jackpot when she agreed to go out with him three years ago.

“Marcus! Nigga, speak!”

He almost choked on the smoke, he’d held in, at her sudden outburst. “Damn, Zoe,” he coughed. “Warn a nigga next time.”

“Well, if your ass stopped staring off into space, like some damn recovering alcoholic who’s just walked into a liquor store for the first time in ten years, then I wouldn’t have had to scare yo’ slow ass.” She laughed.

That laugh! Damn that laugh. No matter how his day was going, he could hear that laugh and everything would just disappear. It would just be them and no one else. Nothing and no one else mattered. It was ‘fuck everyone’. Marcus honestly didn’t know what it was about her that just made his fucking heart start beating erratically, or why his palms got sweaty every time she was around or why he’d kill anyone who looked at her wrong.

Maybe it was her laugh, her smile, the way her ass looked in the shorts she was wearing, her strong head game or how good she fucked him, whatever. All he knew was that she was his, no one else, and he wanted to make sure the whole fucking world knew it.

“Marcus, really? You’re just –”

“Marry me.” He blurted.

He watched her eyes widen and her jaw drop. “Wha – what?”

“You heard me, Zoe,” he put out the rest of the blunt and turned to her. “I want you to marry me, Zoe. Become Mrs. Marcus Jones. I want to the whole fuckin world know that you’re my woman and that you belong to me and that if anyone even licks their lips at you, I’ll beat the shit out of them.”

Zoe couldn’t help but laugh at his unconventional way of proposing to her.

“Look, I know a nigga ain’t in school and ya parents don’t like me but –”

She cupped his face in her hands and pressed her lips against his to shut him up. “Marcus?” she pressed her forehead against his.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and ask me again.”

He chuckled before taking a big breath and pulling away to meet her gaze. “Marry me, Zoe.”

She smiled widely. “Mr. and Mrs. Marcus Jones. Hmm, I like the sound of that.”

He cocked his head. “So, that’s a yes, right?”

“Uh, nigga, yeah.” She said in a duh tone.

With a smile, Marcus tackled her on the bed, throwing money all over the bed and floor, and pinned her down as he started kissing her. She’d agreed to marry him, a man who’d said he’d never settle down and get married. Now, here he was, happily engaged to a woman he knew, deep down he didn’t deserve but who loved him. He can’t wait to start a family with her.

Just as things were getting heated, Marcus hears his phone going off, signaling he had a message. “Who the fuck is texting me at this time?” he groaned to himself as he leaned over and grabbed his phone.

Message from Kelly:

‘What the fuck does this bitch want now?’ he thought.

He opened the message and he’d swear his heart stopped. His body stiffened, his blood ran cold and he found it hard to breathe.

‘No. No! Fuck! This shit cannot be happening right now!’ he thought as he quickly rolled off Zoe and moved to the edge of the bed. ‘I just fuckin proposed to my girl and now this shit happens? What the fuck, man!’

Marcus ran his hand over his head as he read the message, that bitch Kelly sent, over and over again.

Message from Kelly: Nigga, I’m pregnant. Happy early Father’s Day.

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SHORT STORY: PART 1

It was in this moment, as he watched her counting his money with a blunt between her lips, that he realized who she was. His woman. Not some hoe who was only with him for his money, not some chick who wanted to use him to make her ex-boyfriend jealous and not some bitch who just wanted to show him off on her arm like some prized possession.

No, Zoe was a real woman. A woman who was down for him in any and every way that he needed her, a woman who did whatever he asked of her and a woman who would kill any nigga or bitch that tried to fuck with him.

She was the true definition of a Lady in the Streets and a Freak in the Sheets.

‘I love this woman,’ He realized. ‘She’s the woman I want by my side at all times, the woman I want to have my kids. Fuck that, she’s the woman I want to make my wife.’

Zoe looked up from counting Marcus’s money and raised a brow. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

A slow smile spread across his lips and he shook his head. “No reason, ma.”

“No reason, huh?” she took a long drag of the blunt and handed it to him. “I know you, Marcus. I know that look.”

He takes the blunt and brings it to his lips. “What look?”

“The look you get when you’re thinking really hard about something,” she laughed. “So, you mind as well tell me.”

Marcus took a long drag and held it in as he kept his eyes on her. ‘Damn! How did I get so fuckin’ lucky?’ he thought. She was just so damn beautiful. He’d hit the jackpot when she agreed to go out with him three years ago.

“Marcus! Nigga, speak!”

He almost choked on the smoke, he’d held in, at her sudden outburst. “Damn, Zoe,” he coughed. “Warn a nigga next time.”

“Well, if your ass stopped staring off into space, like some damn recovering alcoholic who’s just walked into a liquor store for the first time in ten years, then I wouldn’t have had to scare yo’ slow ass.” She laughed.

That laugh! Damn that laugh. No matter how his day was going, he could hear that laugh and everything would just disappear. It would just be them and no one else. Nothing and no one else mattered. It was ‘fuck everyone’. Marcus honestly didn’t know what it was about her that just made his fucking heart start beating erratically, or why his palms got sweaty every time she was around or why he’d kill anyone who looked at her wrong.

Maybe it was her laugh, her smile, the way her ass looked in the shorts she was wearing, her strong head game or how good she fucked him, whatever. All he knew was that she was his, no one else, and he wanted to make sure the whole fucking world knew it.

“Marcus, really? You’re just –”

“Marry me.” He blurted.

He watched her eyes widen and her jaw drop. “Wha – what?”

“You heard me, Zoe,” he put out the rest of the blunt and turned to her. “I want you to marry me, Zoe. Become Mrs. Marcus Jones. I want to the whole fuckin world know that you’re my woman and that you belong to me and that if anyone even licks their lips at you, I’ll beat the shit out of them.”

Zoe couldn’t help but laugh at his unconventional way of proposing to her.

“Look, I know a nigga ain’t in school and ya parents don’t like me but –”

She cupped his face in her hands and pressed her lips against his to shut him up. “Marcus?” she pressed her forehead against his.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and ask me again.”

He chuckled before taking a big breath and pulling away to meet her gaze. “Marry me, Zoe.”

She smiled widely. “Mr. and Mrs. Marcus Jones. Hmm, I like the sound of that.”

He cocked his head. “So, that’s a yes, right?”

“Uh, nigga, yeah.” She said in a duh tone.

With a smile, Marcus tackled her on the bed, throwing money all over the bed and floor, and pinned her down as he started kissing her. She’d agreed to marry him, a man who’d said he’d never settle down and get married. Now, here he was, happily engaged to a woman he knew, deep down he didn’t deserve but who loved him. He can’t wait to start a family with her.

Just as things were getting heated, Marcus hears his phone going off, signaling he had a message. “Who the fuck is texting me at this time?” he groaned to himself as he leaned over and grabbed his phone.

Message from Kelly:

‘What the fuck does this bitch want now?’ he thought.

He opened the message and he’d swear his heart stopped. His body stiffened, his blood ran cold and he found it hard to breathe.

‘No. No! Fuck! This shit cannot be happening right now!’ he thought as he quickly rolled off Zoe and moved to the edge of the bed. ‘I just fuckin proposed to my girl and now this shit happens? What the fuck, man!’

Marcus ran his hand over his head as he read the message, that bitch Kelly sent, over and over again.

Message from Kelly: Nigga, I’m pregnant. Happy early Father’s Day.

PART 2 COMING SOON

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Yeesssss!

His eyes never left hers. Even as he slowly unzipped her dress, he kept his eyes only focused on hers. A long time ago he'd realized that clothed or naked she was the far most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. With her full lips, light brown eyes, natural curly hair, caramel colored complexion and curvaceous body, she was the perfect woman for him and it didn't hurt that she was smart, had her own practice and knew what she wanted.

His fingers grazed her skin as he unzipped the rest of her dress. Cautiously, he took a step forward so that her breast were nearly pressed into him. He slowly moved his hand from her zipper to her lower back, pressing the palm of it flat against her skin. Her body shuddered from his cool touch. His hands were cold while her body seemed to be on fire beneath his touch. Placing his other hand just above the other he slowly moved them up and down her back, his fingertips tracing and memorizing ever inch and every curve of her back. He then moved his hands to her shoulder where he went to push the straps of her dress down but she'd stopped him, taking a step back, her eyes focused on him. 'What was she doing?' He wondered.

"Take off your clothes...slowly."

Her voice was filled with authority and yet she sounded so innocent. He could see the lust in her eyes and smell it pouring from her pores. She was just as hot for him as he was for her which he found was such a turn on. Nothing was more of a turn on; other than a woman taking charge, knowing what she wants and how she wants it AND a woman is confident with her body; than a woman who told him how to please her. No man, no matter how cocky or confident he was when it came to pleasing a woman, could please a woman better than a woman can please herself. Women know what they want, how they want it and that the only way to get it is to tell the man, pleasing her, what to do. A REAL man has no problem with a woman telling him how to please her. They'd rather have her tell him what to do and how to do it and do it right rather than THINK he's doing it

Lifting his hands to his buttons, he slowly began to undo them. With each button he undid he saw a new level of lust spark in her eyes. She did her best to hold his gaze but the moment he unbuttoned that last button her eyes fell onto his chiseled chest. She knew people would say she was exaggerating if she said he had a body of a God but she didn't care. He looked like he'd been carved out of marble by a woman who knew EXACTLY what she wanted and carved him with very much detail.

'I wonder what the rest of him looks like.' She wondered.

As he pulled his shirt down his arms he made sure to meet her gaze and hold it. He found holding her gaze as he did anything turned her on even more. He could smell the scented moisture between her thighs from where he stood which only made his mouth water with anticipation. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to bury his tongue so deep within her that she'd climax the moment his tongue curled and bumped her g-spot. He wanted to feel her body shake as he allowed his tongue to bring her more pleasure than she could hae ever imagined.  Returning to reality, he slowly lowered his hands to his pants. She licked her lips the moment he unbuttoned them which almost caused him to lose control and just take her but he knew it would be much more pleasurable if he took it slow with her.

So, taking a deep breath, he unzipped his pants before grabbing the edge of them and pushing them down, allowing them to fall to the floor with a soft thud along with his boxers. He watched as her eyes widened and her lips set apart as her eyes found his very much excited friend that stood erect between his thighs. Having SEEN a good amount of mens cock his was by far the biggest and thickest she'd ever seen. Stepping out of them he slowly moved in her direction. He knew he was gifted, one of the many things that boosted his ego, but having been so gifted had its cons. No woman had ever been able to take all of him and with this being her first time he knew he ws going to have to take it slow and that she wouldn't be able to take all of him either. Though it pissed him off a lot he knew and understood why no woman could take all of him. 

Once he stood directly in front of her he lifted his hands to her shoulders and slowly pulled the straps down, allowing the dress to fall to the floor. His eyes roamed her body so many times over that he would forever have it in his memory. Lifting her hand, she placed it onto the back of his neck and pulled his lips down onto hers. At first the kiss started off gentle and slow, they wanted to saver the others taste but the moment her hands moved down his muscled back and grabbed at his ass he'd lost it. His kiss grew urgent and his hands started grabbing and sqeezing every inch of her body. If it had not been for the favt that this was her first time and that he loved her then he would have taken her as they stood.

She pulled away from him, out of his reach, walking over to her dest chair. His eyes fell onto her ass she bent over slightly to pick it up. He moved out of her way just in time fore her to place it at the end of the bed, facing it,"Sit." She ordered him

He raised a brow,"Watch and enjoy." She says, placing her hands on his shoulders and pushing him down into the chair.

With a sigh, she turned around and lowered her ass into his lap. He groaned as she began moving her hips, grinding her ass and pussy on his cock. Leaning back into him, she moved her hips in circles as she moved up and down, his cock massaging her ass and clit. Just having his cock rubbing at her folds made her wet.

"Fuck." He groaned, grabbing her hips and moving her back and forth on his cock. He wanted her. He wanted to be buried so deep inside her that she'd feelvit in her stomach.

As her head rested on his shoulder, her hips still grinding into him, she spoke,"Ian, baby?"

"Hmm-mmm?" He groaned out a response.

"I'm wet for you."She says,"I'm soaking your cock with my juices and it's all for you baby." She moaned as he bucked his hips.

"Oh fuck!" He groaned as her words turned him on even more than before.He loved when a woman spoke dirty to him, for her to tell him how much she wanted him and how wet and turned on she was because of him.

"What else baby? Talk to me." He growled.

"I want you inside me. I want you buried in me, balls deep."She says.

That was it. He'd lost it. Pushing her forward, he'd  placed his hand on her back and pushed her forward until her pussy was in his sights. Grabbing his dick he went to fill her up but she quickly hopped up and turned to face him.

"Not yet." She says before climbing onto the bed and laying on her back,"Just watch."She says.

He watched as she spread her legs wide, giving him the perfect view of her naked pussy. He could see that she really was soaked in her own juices and that her clitoris was swollen. Her hands ran up and down her body, grabbing and squeezig her breast. His eyes widened with lust as he watched her hand run down the front of her body to her pussy, hesitate a bit before plunging her middle finger inside. That REALLY turned him on. Men were visual sexual bengs. They are turned on just by the sight of a woman so for him to watch her back arch off the bed, her toes curl and soft moans escape her lips as she fingered herself was a major turn on for him. It took only two and a half inutes of watching her finger herself before he was out of his chair and climbing in between her legs. Without hesitation his mouth attacked her pussy, his tongue licking and lapping at her juices. As he worked his magic with his tongue, he slowly slipped his middle finger into her 'fuck me'hole. He groaned as he felt how tight she was around his finger. He could only imagine how it would feel around his dick. His tongue moved faster just as his finger did, causing her back to arch about three to five inches off the bed, her toes to curl down and her moans to get louder.

"Fuuuck! I'm gon-I'm gonna-Ian, I'm gonna cum!"  And she did just as the wrds escaped her lips. Her walls tightened around his finger, her back ached so far off the bed that it looked painful, her head was thrown back, mouth ajar and her fingers were digging into the sheets.

Once she was down from her high, he trailed kisses up her naed body. She was still breathing hard when he reached her neck where he began sucking and nibbling on her skin,"I want you, baby. I want you inside me, now." She moaned into his ear before he suddenly found himself beneath her.

She smiled down at his shocked expression,"I'm full of surprises, Mr.Cooper." She says, runningher fingers up and down his chest.

A smile graced his lips,"That you are, Ms. Keller." He says as he moves his hands to grab her hips.

Gazing into his eyes, she spoke again,"Sit up." She says.

Doing as she told, he sat up, holding her gaze, "I want you to look ito my eyes and tell me you love me. I want you to make me feel like I'm the only woman for you, that I'm more than enough woman for you." She says, her lips almost connected to his.

Wrapping one arm around his shoulder, her forhead pressed onto his as he gazed into her eyes, she reached behind her and grabbed his cock, "Say it." She whispered, placing the tip of his cock at her entrance.

'Was she really about to do this' He thought.

"Tell me you love me." She said.

"I - " He started to say it but she'd began lowering herself onto his dick. She was so tight.

"S - say it." She gasped as she felt his dick slidding further into her. He was huge and it hurt but she needed him inside her.

"I love - aww fuck!" He was half way in. He watched as a tear slipped from her eyes. He knew she was in pain and he hated that he was the cause of it. Lifting his hands to her cheeks, he pulled her in for a kiss before placing his forhead back against hers and gazing intensively into her eyes, "I love you, so much. You are the ONLY woman for me and you ARE enough for me. More than enough." He says. He wanted to make her as comfortable as he could. He hated that he was the cause of her pain but the fact that this was her first time and she wanted to ride him turned him on severely.

Smiling through her tears, she took a deep breath,"I Love Yoo, too." She ays before she relaxed her walls and finally allowed her body to take all of him, the rest of him. Head thrown back a load and painful moan escaped her lips just intime for a loud moan to escape from his lips. Slowly, he pushed her back a bit to see that he was fully inside her, that her swallowing his dick whole was not fantasy or dream. What he saw was beautiful. He was finally one woth the love of his life. He was fully inside her.

"Oh, fuck, that's so fucking beautiful." He groaned.

"Hold me." She moaned into his ear as she wrapped her arms around his back. Obeying her orders, he wrapped his arms around her curvaceous frame just before she began grinding her hips into his. She was so wet and tight around his dick that his head began to spin and his sight blurred.

"Shit!" He growled.

Just then she lifted herself off his dick until only the tip remained before lowering herself back down until he was buried deep inside her. After about three more long and slow strokes, her movement picked up, faster than he thought they would. He'd expected that she'd wanted to take thi,gs slow, for him to be gentle, but he was wrong. She wanted him and if enduring such pain meant that then she would do it all over again. Pulling away, she placed her hands on his shoulder and gazed into his eyes as she began rolling her hips back and forth and in wicked circles. Moving his hands down her back, he grabbed her ass and guided her back and forth on his dick, each thrust better than the last.

"Ian?" She mained.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Take me from behind." She moaned.

With one last deep thrust, he allowed for her to remove herself from on tip of him and move to her hands and knees. Moving in behind her, he placed his hands on her ass before slappig it, the sound of his skin coming in contact with hers echoing through the room.

"Ooo, do it it again. Hit me again." She moaned.

Again he did. He slapped her ass so hard and so many times that it was glowing red and hot to the touch,"Take me, Ian, now. Bury your dick inside me." She cried out.

Grabbing her hips, he positioned the tip at her entrace. Before he could make the first thrust, she pushed back, allowing him to fill her with one thrust,"Fuck!" He groaned.

Her brething grew faster and so did her movements which amazzed him. Never has he heard of a woman riding a man her first time and yet she did. She was full of surprises. "Pull my hair. I want you to pll my hair and fuck me like there's no tomorrow." She cried out.

"Are you su-"

"Ian...FUCK ME!" She pushed back harder onto his dick causing him to bump her cervix. Reaching forward, he combed his fingers through her hair before grabbing a handful and pulling,"Now, fuck me!"

Without hesitation he began fucking her like there was tomorrow, slamming his dick into her with so much force that the headboard hit the wall with each thrust.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, that's it! Fuck me!" She moaned, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

"Oh fuck yeah.!" He growled.

"Harder, baby, fuck me hrder!" She cried out. Untangling his fingers from her hair, he placed them in her shoulder before guiding her back onto his dick feverishly. With each thurst he bumped her cervix and she loved it.

"Faster baby." She moaned.

And faster he went.

Slowing down, he wrapped his arm around her middle and pulled her up onto her knees, her back pressed against his chest. One hand grabbing her breath and the other wrapped around her, his thrust grew slow but deeper and harder as he kissed and nibble at her neck.

"Oh, fuck, Olovia you're so tight!" He growled.

"Oh God! I - I can feel you iside me! Baby, you're so deep!" She moaned in pleasure.

He squeezed her breast,"You can feel me baby? You can feel daddy's dick fill your pussy, hitting every spot?"

"Yes! Daddy, I can feel you in my stomach! Fuck me harder, daddy." She cried.

"This is MY pussy. It belogs to me and me only." He says.

"All for you, daddy." She says.

Suddenly, she found herself on her back and Ian buried deep inside her,"Oh yeah, baby, make this pussy yours! Own it!" She nearly screamed as he picked up speed and the thrust grew deeper and harder.

Grabbing her hips he gazed down into her eyes,"Who's pussy is this?"

"Yours."

"Who's? "

"Yours!".

"I can't hear you! Who's pussy is this?" He growled, his thrust getting harder by the second.

"Yours baby! This pussy is yours!" She squealed as be bumped her cervix.

Leaning down to kiss her, he slipped his hand in between them and started rubbing her clit,"Come on baby, cum for daddy." He encouraged.

"Fuck, that feels so good!" She began to meet his every thrust,"Fuck me harder! Pound me!" She screamed.

After the fifth thrust, he felt her body tense up. She was about to cum . Instead of stopping or slowinng down, he fucked her through it. Her back arched off the bed, her eyes rolled to the back or her head and her mouth hug open as he continued his assault on her body.

"Oh, fuck, I'm about to cum!"  He growled only to have her walls tighten around his dick and pull his hot seed from his dick. He continued to fuck her through both their orgasms for hi dick was much more sensative now and it brought more pleasure to them both.

Once they were both down from their high, Ian collapsed onto the bed beside her,"That was...fucking beautiful." He says.

Olivia smiled at him before turning onto her side and gazing into his eyes,"Thank you."

"What for?"

"Making me feel loved. For making me feel like the only woman for you." She says.

He leaned over and kisses her, "You ARE the only woman for me." He says.

"And you're the only man for me." She says.

"I know. I did just make this pussy mine." He says, lowring his hand to her clit, massaging it.

She bit her lips before grabbing at his dick,"As I made this mine." She says.

"You definitely made it yours." He says.

She smiles,"Definitely."