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“Mhm.” He chuckled, causing me to shiver. He was fucking my mouth as if it was my pussy, and I could feel his pole throb and swell as it hit my tonsils. “You sucking this dick so good, baby, like it was made for you.”

“Because it was.” I panted as I continued to pleasure myself. “That’s my dick, and you know it too. These bitches can never fuck and love you like me, baby.”

I don’t know what it was, but Jordan loved when I talked that boss shit to him. Snatching me from the floor, he walked me over to his loveseat, throwing me over the arm. Gripping the cushion, I braced myself for what was to come. Oftentimes, Jordan was a gentle lover, but I knew at this moment that there wasn’t going to be anything gentle about what he was about to do.

“Hold on, baby.” He gripped my waist with one hand and my hair with the other. “Since you said this dick is yours, I need you to be a good girl and take it. We don’t have all night, so make Daddy proud and take this dick.”

With one quick plunge, he slid into me fully. Moaning in pleasure, I didn’t have time to adjust before he was diving in andout of me. With my neck bent back and my eyes rolled, I allowed him to hurt me in a way that only he could.

“Shit, Jordan,” I cried as he fucked me harder. “Just like that.”

“You like that rough shit?” he groaned in my ear before licking the side of my neck. “Throw that ass back. You know how I like it.”

Letting my hair go, I was able to drop my head and glance over my shoulder. His eyes were in a trance by the way my ass rippled and twerked on his dick. His nails dug into the skin of my hips, and we entered a rhythm to see who could fuck each other the best.

“Fuck, I’m about to come, Jordan!” I cried as my phone began to ring. I knew that no one was calling but Dre, letting me know he was downstairs. “It’s too much!”

“I’m right behind you, Mama.” He slammed into me harder and faster. “Tell me this is my pussy. Tell me I can bust all up in my shit.”

“Yes! Yes!” I cried out as I exploded. It didn’t take long before I felt him do the same inside of me. “Shit, baby.”

“Shit!” he hollered out, panting as he jerked, moving in and out of me at a slower pace. “Gah damn, Mi!”

Giggling lowly, I craned my neck as he leaned over me, bringing his lips to meet mine. We engaged in a slow, sensual kiss as my phone went off again.

“Come on and clean up. You know that nigga gone be talking cash shit.”

After the quickest shower of my life, we were redressed and downstairs within fifteen minutes.

“Thank you, Mi.” He pulled me into him as we headed down the elevator to his penthouse parking garage. “Not for the pussy, but for being here for me. I’d be lost without you.”

“No thanks needed.” I turned in his arms and kissed him. “Just know… it’s war about you, too, baby.”

Once we exited the elevator into the lower level of the four-story garage, Dre’s awaiting Range came into view. Opening the door to the backseat, I couldn’t help but laugh at the frown that met Jordan.

“Nigga, you just wait until I tell Jules about how you been out here freaking on our lil’ sister. She was a nice, wholesome girl until she met you.”

Simpering, Jordan glanced over his shoulder and winked at me, causing me to blush. “You got it wrong, Dre. Your sister might be wholesome to y’all, but she’s a pornstar for me. Straight up certified?—”

“Shut the hell up, Jordan!” I screamed, causing him to laugh and Dre to turn up Donnie McClurkin. Reaching up to the front seat, I mushed the side of his head. “Take a nap until we get to where we’re going.”

Getting adjusted in his seat, Jordan chuckled before he got comfortable. Before long, he went still, and I knew he had dozed off. Gazing out of the window, I leaned my head against the cool glass, watching as we rode under the street lights. Through all of this, I still loved this man more than I had ever loved anyone. I hoped when this situation was over, we could pick back up where we left off.

Buzz. Buzz.

The vibration in my lap caused me to draw my eyes open. Looking around in a daze, I realize I’d dozed off for a little more than an hour. As I picked up the phone, I sighed at the unknown number. I knew it was no one but Chandler calling to threaten me. Since the day I left—or rather escaped—his home, he’s been threatening to kill me. I wasn’t stupid, so I let my brothers know in case he wanted to make good on his threats. I knew all about him popping up at our building, causing a scene, but he hasn’tmade any noise since. He’s even been going to work and fucking his worker bitches like usual.

“Hello…” I stuck a finger in my ear so I could hear over Dre getting his praise on. He was singing Willie Neal Johnson at the top of his lungs. “Who is this?”

“Bitch, when I get my fuckin’ hands on you, I’m going to murder you,” Chandler screamed into the phone as soon as the question left my lips. “How dare you disrespect me the way you have, Noemi?”

“I don’t love you, Chan.” I sighed as we turned down a dirt road. I knew we were closer to our destination. “You don’t love me either. We will get an annulment and?—”

“You think it’s that simple?” He cut me off and chuckled.

Whap!

I heard a woman cry out. I cringed at the fact that she could have been me. “You’re my wife, Noemi Gourneau. Sooner or later… you’ll be back home where you belong. You’d better hope I have mercy on you, whore-ass bitch.”