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“Oh, God, Aid,” I say against his mouth. He kisses his way down, licking and sucking my skin along the way. With my hands still bound, I put them on his head and caress his scalp as best as I can. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he spreads my legs as far apart as they can go, leaving me completely exposed to him. I’ve never been so exposed, but there’s no part of me that’s shy or embarrassed. This is my man, and he gets to have every part of me.

His tongue licks the top of my clit, and I nearly combust. Then he stops and just looks at me while I wait to feel his mouth on me again. “You know what? I don’t think you deserve to have your pussy eaten. You’ve been bad.” He climbs on top of me, bends one of my legs upwards and slides inside of me with one hard thrust.

“Fuck,” I moan. “Fuck, yes.” If this is a punishment, I plan on being bad more often. He lets go of my leg and that hand covers my mouth.

“You don’t get to talk. Next time, I’ll gag you.” He fucks me rough and hard. Aiden is a big man in every way, including his dick. He’s never been so rough with me, but I match him thrust for thrust. Even though I can’t speak, my moans get louder. I even manage to open my mouth and bite his hand, but he doesn’t flinch. He pulls out of me, and if his hand wasn’t covering my mouth, I’d beg. He lets me go long enough for him to flip me on my side. He positions himself behind me, and slides back in, getting even deeper from this angle. He covers my mouth again and pummels me from behind until I almost go blind with need. He fucks me into an orgasm so strong, I almost pass out. Everything starts to move as if we’re in slow motion. I’m in a trance when he pulls out of me and forces me on my stomach. I can feel moisture pushing its way out of my pussy, but I don’t care. There’s no way I can move now even if I wanted to. I feel his hot release land on my back. I can feel the thick ropes on my skin sliding down my spine. His release seems to be endless, and when he’s finally done, he falls on top of me.

After removing the tie from my wrists, he positions us on our sides, and he spoons me from behind. My gentle giant returns, and he kisses my shoulders and the back of my neck. I push myself into his body and sigh in contentment.

“Tell me you’re never going anywhere,” he says. I slowly turn and face him. I lean in and give him a chaste kiss on the lips. I run my hands through his hair and gaze into his eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. I love you,” I tell him. He seems to exhale in relief. “And I love that dick too, so you’re definitely stuck with me.” We both burst into laughter, and he takes me in a tender kiss.

Chapter 49

Aiden

Katherine: When are you two coming back? It was fun. Let’s have dinner in the city this week. Pick a day before I take matters into my own hands.

Me: Okay. I’ll talk to Jeannie and get back to you.

Katherine: My baby brother is a ‘we’

The only thing that would make my life more perfect would be being able to go home to my woman every night, but this fucking job makes that impossible. Even now, my work is keeping me from her, and it’s Sunday. My phone buzzes in my pocket.

Jeannie: Aid, I left the gift bag on the table. Can you pick it up on your way here?

Me: Sure can. Whatever my baby wants

I add a kiss emoji. I was supposed to be with her right now at her parents’ house, celebrating her father’s birthday, but I had practice and meetings. The regular season is finally over, but we have the first round of playoff games to prepare for.

It’s been a month since we had dinner with my family for the first time. We went back to my childhood home a second time, and there was no tension. In fact, it was the most fun I’ve had with my family for years.

Whenever we are together, pictures or videos are taken of us and posted on social media. Some are mundane, but there are some with my arm thrown over her shoulders, or kisses we’ve shared in public. She doesn’t seem to mind the publicity, but I hate it. Even though I’ve lived in the spotlight for years, it’s the players that usually get all the attention, but that seems to have changed lately.

A few minutes later, Jimmy pulls up to Jeannie’s apartment. She gave me the keys a few weeks ago, and I let myself in. Her kitchen is complete now, and it gives the apartment a whole new look. She chose white cabinets with marble countertops. There’s a large bouquet of yellow roses on the counter. The bouquet I sent to her on Friday when she decided she was going to stay the night at her apartment. I didn’t like it, but I was out of town, and couldn’t fight it.

She also painted the entire place in neutral shades, including covering bad bitch. Almost everything in the apartment is new, so she’s been wanting to stay there some nights when I’m away. She’s made me promise to stay here with her tonight.

The gift bag is sitting on her new coffee table, but before I pick it up and leave, I go to the bathroom first. When I come back to the living room, an unwelcome intruder is standing in the kitchen, and I realize I must not have locked the door behind me. I know he doesn’t have a key. Jeannie assured me she changed the locks after he vandalized the place.

His back is to me, and I can tell he’s looking around the kitchen. Not only is it brand new, but everything in it is high end. I told the contractor to spare no expense, and whatever Jeannie wanted, to get her the most high-end version. He looks down at the gift bag and peeks through the mountain of tissue paper she jammed in there. When he leaves the kitchen and starts to walk to the living room, he almost trips at the sight of me standing in the middle of the room. We stare at each other, him with pure hatred in his eyes, and me with amusement.

He looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks. His eyes have bags underneath them, and his clothes are wrinkled. I wait for him to speak. He says nothing. He just stares as if he wants to kill me. I chuckle because we both know he’s no match for me. I walk around him and grab the gift bag before standing tall to tower over him. He’s not smart enough to step back. I look down at him but don’t say a word.

“I’m looking for my wife,” he finally says.

“You’re in the wrong place,” I tell him. “No one who lives here is married to you. And don’t you have a pregnant girlfriend to look after? Leave mine alone.” I go to the door and hold it open for him to leave. He doesn’t. He looks around the apartment with a look of either amazement or disgust, I’m not sure which one.

I slam the door shut to get his attention. He ignores me and looks at the living room wall.

“I guess you’re responsible for this,” he says.

“Do you mean for cleaning up the mess you left behind in this apartment? Yeah, I am.”

“Jeanine’s not here, so how did you get in?”

I pull the keys out of my pocket and jingle them in front of him. He eyes them, and I bet he wishes he was man enough to take them from me. I almost wish he’d try because I’d love an excuse to put hands on him.

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