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Mounting me, he applied pressure to my stomach as he slid inside of me. I didn’t know I needed to feel something like that, because it was intense, but the right kind. Biting his lip, he held the pressure there as he filled me all the way up.

Snatching me closer to him, he slammed me onto his dick while I screamed. I prayed Mink didn’t come running into the room. I held onto the floor, my thoughts, and if I had a wig I would have held onto that, too, while he slammed my pussy onto his dick with force.

Wham!

Wham!

Bow!

The bow was in my head, but the whams were definitely unpaid actors because my pussy leaked with each slam of me into his dick. His dick felt like it was curled around my rib cage, as my hands rested on my breasts.

He placed my legs down and got between them, leaning on me, while sucking on my neck as he slowly stroked my kitty. His hips moved slowly, and I felt him stretching me with every maneuver of the hip.

“I’m gonna beat that pussy until it’s swollen, Pooh... okay?”

“Uh hmm, beat it until it’s swollen, baby,” I sucked on his lips, as he slowed his pace, while kissing me.

“Put them legs around me, baby,” he demanded, and my legs wrapped around him.

He sat flat down on his ass, pulled me to straddle him. His dick never disconnecting because how could it? It took a lot for him to fill me, so it damn sure wasn’t coming out of me that easy.

Holding my waist, he stared into my eyes while slamming me down on his dick. My breasts bounced on my chest, and my hands held his shoulders as I squealed, feeling myself about to cum right on him. His vein in his neck flexed with each time he slammed me harder.

It sounded like a round of applause in his office. Other than the sound of my pussy slamming down onto his dick, the chiming from his phone was the only sound in this office.

“Landon! Fuckkkk, ummmm, fuckkkk!” I screamed as I bit into his neck, and he never slowed his pace.

My pussy would be swollen, but I didn’t want him to stop. “Say it, Bleu… tell me.”

“I… I love you, Landon…I want… I want this dick forever!” I screamed as I felt his grip around me become tighter, as he controlled my hips. Moving me up and down, slower each time. Sucking on my lips while he showed me how he wanted me to make him cum.

Each time I thought he was there, he moved me exactly where he needed me. Pulling me up, he looked at his dick fall out of me before he directed it right back inside of me. His body jerked, and I felt his dick pulsating inside of me, while I leaned my head on his shoulder.

Slapping my ass, he kissed my chin. “Baby, you know if you get away, I can always find you, right?”

“Uh huh,” I replied, too spent to give this conversation much energy. I knew what Landon did, and knew he could find me, but at this point, with the way he fucked me, I wanted him to find me.

When he told me he wanted to beat the pussy until it was swollen, that wasn’t him just talking mess. That man put me through the damn wooden floors in his office, and now I was trying to walk normal while he kept licking his lips at me in this dress I wore tonight.

“You good, Pooh?” he whispered, as I went into the butler’s pantry and grabbed the drinks I had made.

He was blocking my exit, and leaned over me, stealing a kiss on my neck. “You are living for this, huh?”

His hands, like always, found their way to my ass and squeezed my ass cheeks. “You look pretty, Pooh… I didn’t get a chance to tell you when you got dressed.”

“Maybe it was because your face was between my legs,” I pulled his card, knowing he made it nearly impossible for me to get dressed.

“Sex different when you in love… shit feel magical,” he sucked my lip, and I slapped him away while laughing.

“Are you nervous? Your brothers and sisters along with my parents are out there,” I whispered.

For the most part, everyone was getting along with each other. Corleon had told Landon he and Jeffie couldn’t make it, because something came up. My father had found a way to relate with Menace, and now he was actually having a conversation with him. Kora was so dainty and interested in my parents.

She sat with her legs crossed, leaned forward taking in their story, and how we all lived so close to each other. Both she and Zoya were mesmerized and actually shocked that Greene had never revealed so much about her private life.

Everyone was sitting at the dining table, and here I was back here grabbing drinks when I should have been helping Landon bring out the food.

“You need to breathe and stop trying to get everybody drunk… this is the third drink you had them try.” Removing the drinks from my hand, he took my hand, pulling me behind him.

“Right, food… okay, let me breathe.”

Landon took my face in his hands, kissing my nose and then lips. “You gonna be nervous like this when you come down the aisle to me?”

“Probably. Marriage is a big thing. Considering you haven’t even asked me to be your wife… so pump your breaks. I’m still considering this gift you want to give my family.”

“You nervous because of that. Bleu, you signed the papers already, and I’m scanning them in tomorrow… shit already done. Stop being nervous and celebrate the fact that you did something that you wanted to do.”

I tossed my arms around him and hugged him tightly. “Don’t know how I can even repay you.”

“Never have to repay your man for taking care of you.”

We carried everyone’s plate out to them, and I nearly dropped my plate when I saw Kennedy sitting at the dining table. Where the fuck did, she come from, and who invited her?

“Kennedy, what up?” Landon played it cool, knowing he wanted to say something wild, but my parents were here.

“I came over to bring you the wedding invitation and didn’t realize that you were having a dinner party.” She fixed herself in the chair, raking her hands through her hair.

“We eating and you fingering your fucking hair, Ken,” Menace snapped, looking at her like she took a shit on his plate.

Putting her hands down, she nervously chuckled. “Sorry, Mens… Kora told me to join you all for dinner… apparently you have some big news.”

“Why would you call me a liar, Kennedy?” Kora questioned, with her arms folded. “You asked if Don was busy, and I said we were having dinner, and you invited yourself. You’re considered family, so I knew he wouldn’t mind.” Kora cleared up what Kennedy had said.

“Well, is there enough food for her? I can help in the kitchen if needed,” Stevie offered, and quickly shot up from her seat.

Dennis was in Landon’s room sleep in the portable bassinet they had brought with them. Stevie grabbed my hand and pulled me back toward the butler’s pantry. “The food is in the kit?—”

“You look like you can’t breathe, Navy.”

I took a deep breath and leaned on the counter. My body felt weird, and I kept having these intense cramps that I tried to breathe through. I was doing good until I saw Kennedy at the dining table.

“A dinner with someone who clearly still has feelings for him. Maybe he has feelings for her, too… shit, I don’t know.”

Stevie looked at me. “Don’t be slow, Navy.”

“What?”

“He bought a basketball team and made you co-owner. Do you think he’s worried about her? Those brothers don’t give a fuck about someone’s feelings. They’re also too honest, so if he wanted her, you would have known.”

“Okay.”

I looked behind Stevie, and Menace stood in the doorway. “Italy, you have guest and you back here talking.”

“Who?”

“Maverick, her name is Navy… where did you get Italy from?”

He didn’t seem bothered that he called me a different country. “Is she staying?”

Menace nodded his head. “She want that wet chicken you slanging back here.”

“I didn’t even make the chicken,” I defended myself because wet chicken sounded horrible. “What is wet chicken?”

“Don’t worry about it… go make her a plate and stand your ground. Don is serious about you, not her. She’s actually being messy by being here.”

Like Stevie instructed, I went and made a plate of food for Kennedy and was about to sit it down for her, and Landon took it from me, holding my hand. He held the chair out, and I sat down.

“You alright, Pooh?” he questioned in my ear.

“I’m fine, baby,” I replied, as he sat the plate that was made for Kennedy down in front of me.

Gently grabbing a hold of my face, he didn’t care that our families were at this table, he was concerned with me, and only me. “You sure? Want me to make her leave?”

I didn’t want to make it a big deal by having him kick her out. I was secure enough to sit at this table and share a meal with her. “No, just make her some food so you can come sit down and eat it, too.”

He left the dining room, and Kora looked at me. “You make him so happy. I haven’t seen Don like that ever.”

“Dear lord, it’s me again… Zoya,” Zoya joked, as she took a sip of her drink. “Now, Avril, I’m gonna need that recipe for roti.”

My mother laughed. “Gul, didn’t you tell me that you don’t cook, and a Jamaican man has a crush on you.”

“Not too much on me, Avril,” she playfully nudged my mother.

My mother took a sip of her wine and winked at me. “I got enough of this to share if you want.” Menace offered my father some of his premade meal.

“Don’t nobody want your meal prep, Maverick,” Kora called him out.

Everybody laughed, while he was perfectly fine with cutting into his chicken. “Kora, leave my husband alone,” Stevie winked.

“Can’t tell her nothing about that man of hers,” Zoya laughed. “Did you tell him about my birthday trip we’re going on…” Stevie was shaking her head and telling her to cut the conversation.

Menace slowed his chewing and looked at Stevie, who was trying to act normal. “A dreammmm, a simple fantasyyyy!” Stevie belted out, and we all stared at her. “What? I sing when I’m nervous.”

“Where we going, Zoy?”

“Nowhere… it’s a girl’s trip and the men aren’t invited.”

“Hmm.”

“Duke going,” he told her, not asking.

“Yep.”

“You’re taking the jet.”

Zoya snorted. “Hell yeah… thank ya!”

Menace sat his utensils down and leaned back, flexing his fingers. Stevie put her hand over his. “It’s only for five days. You and Dennis will be alright without me. Kora said she’ll stay at the house, and Jeffie, too.”

“You hate me, Wanda?”

“Mitchell, we will have this conversation at home.” She shut the conversation down, and now he was really rubbing his hands together.

Landon came around the corner, sitting Kennedy’s plate down roughly. “Enjoy, Wench.”

Kora choked on her water. “Did he call her a wench ?” she whispered to Zoya, who had her hand over her mouth, shocked that he said what he did.

Sitting beside me, he pulled my legs over his and started rubbing my feet. “Well, it’s nice to get everyone together and get to know you all. Our family loves Landon. I feel like I’m getting to know him more by meeting you all.”

Menace tapped out the conversation until Stevie said something to him. Standing up, she grabbed his hand and pulled him behind her. They went down the hall, and I heard the door slam.

“It’s very nice meeting the both of you. Navy is a smart, incredible, and beautiful young woman. I found myself on her social media, and I love her vibe… such a unique presence.” Kora cut into her chicken.

“Thanks, Kora.”

“You’re welcome, love. I’m not on social media much, but I need you to teach me how to do those filters. I fight for my life with those things.”

“So, it can sit in your drafts.”

“Now you in my business,” Kora pointed her fork at her younger sister. “Landon, are you alright?”

He was rubbing my feet and looked at me. I was in pain but was keeping it together. The rubbing of my feet was distracting me. “I’m good.”

Menace and Stevie came back into the dining room, she fixed her dress, and he had a pep in his step. “We eating or just looking at each other?”

My father said a quick prayer over us and the food, and then we dug in while Kennedy continued to stare at Landon. I was no longer the problem; she was more focused on him.

“She’s not your friend, that girl,” Menace started singing “Not Your Friend” by Case, and Stevie started nodding her head, like this was karaoke.

Kennedy looked at her plate and started picking around the food. “Why don’t you wanna fuck me anymore, Uncle Landon?”

Zoya spit her entire sip of wine across the table on us, and we moved back from the table. My father’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when the words left Kennedy’s mouth. “What the fuck you doing, Ken?”

The tone of Landon’s voice wasn’t safe, and he sounded manic. That vein in his neck bulged, as he was rubbing my feet, staring directly at her.

“You didn’t know… this is my uncle, and he wanted us to be together.”

My father looked at Menace, who cut into his chicken. “This is my sister, and I made her my wife,” he nodded at Stevie, and she shoved him.

“Maverick!” she harshly whispered.

My father pushed his seat out.

“Ro, baby, I think we have to head out and attend that thing.”

“Ma, she’s not my niece.” Don looked at my mother, and she looked over at Kennedy, who was all too thrilled to fuck up our dinner.

“Then what the hell is going on, because I’m ten minutes from pulling my baby girl out of this.”

“Kennedy, leave,” Menace said. His voice was low; however, he meant business by his tone.

Stevie leaned forward. “I’m not his sister by the way.”

She made sure that my parents knew they she was not related to Menace in that way.

“I’m family, right? You told me that I was family.”

“Family don’t move like that, Kennedy,” Stevie spoke up. “Coming here, you knew there was tension between you and Don.”

I put my feet on the floor and stood up. “I’m actually going to leave… weird, bitch.” I tried to walk, and Landon grabbed my hand.

“Pooh, you bleeding.”

The fabric on the seat was soiled with blood, and I looked at everyone at the table, feeling completely embarrassed. “It’s alright, Mamas, you’re alright. Let’s get you to the hospital and see what is going on,” Landon stood up, taking his shirt from his body, and wrapping it around me.

“I got her,” he assured my parents, who were both too worried. All day I felt weird but didn’t pay any mind to how I felt.

In my mind, it didn’t matter how I felt because this baby was going to be aborted. Now, I was bleeding and worried about what was going on with me.

Landon pulled me into his chest as the elevator took us down to the garage. He rested his lips on my forehead. “I got you, Pooh… okay?”

The concern was laced within his words, as he held me closer to him. His heart was beating, as my ear rested against his chest.

“Okay.” I held him tighter, as the elevator took us downstairs.