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Summer break has been the honeymoon phase of our relationship. And George and Dan have had a lot of complaints. Noise complaints to be specific. We’d mostly stay over at my place, but on the rare occasion that I stayed over at James’ and had sex, I was guaranteed angry looks from George and Daniel for either ruining their sleep or their orgy or whatever it is that George does.

But in the time that James stays over at my place, I teach him cooking. He’s a quick learner. He even planned a dinner date for us because he’d just mastered the recipe of homemade pasta and I have to admit that it was so good! And I actually got a medal made just for him for not burning the house down.

And for that, he thanked me all night. As I lay on my stomach, the loose sheets cover my back and my ass as my hands lay under the pillow and I admire the eight packs that walk out of the shower with wet hair and just a towel around the waist. I feel the sweet ache grow between my legs.

I groan into the pillow in frustration and he jerks his head towards me. The wet hair splatters on his forehead. “What happened?” concern clear in his voice.

“You’re going to get your ass whooped.” I flash my sleazy smile and he matches mine.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” he takes slow strides towards me.

“Oh no!” I shake my head. “I didn’t mean by me. I meant Belkis is gonna whoop your ass.”

He looks at me as if I just told him that I am a man with a dick. He makes a grossed out face and gets up, I quickly grab his hand and toss the blanket aside as I sit upright. “I am not letting Belkis anywhere near my ass– or you,” he says in an angry tone. “Why do you want the oldie in our bed anyway? Please don’t tell me that you want to bring anyone else in our bed, Raven.” he says in anger and I let him vent out, holding in my laughter. He grabs my neck and pulls me closer to him and my nipples press against his bare chest. “I do not share what’s mine.” his eyes darken.

I stifle a laugh and look at him. “You gonna let me talk?” Maybe I am rubbing off on him in more ways than possible. He has started to blabber around when he’s nervous. I trace my hand down his rock hard abs and look up at him and bite my lip, knowing well enough what it does to him.

He grabs my hands and holds them back and leans on top of me. “Talk about another man when you’re naked and next time I will punish you, Raven.” A wicked smile curves my lips. A devious one. I know that I am still sore from last night, but I wouldn’t mind knowing how much I can push him.

I whisper softly in his ear, “Maybe then I should be the one getting whooped by Belkis. Would you like the sight of that?” I bite down his ear softly and his gaze jerks towards me and he pins me down.

He exhales loudly on top of me. “You are a bad bad girl. And bad girls get punished.” He glares at me and flips me on my stomach in one swift motion. “Now let me show how much I hate other men’s names on your lips without your clothes on.”

He lifts me by my waist and props me on my knees, holding my hands behind my back and pushing my face into the pillow. Just as I think that he is going to fuck me from the back, I feel a palm hit me on my ass. A loud moan escapes my throat. A moan of his name.

“Good girl. My name is the only one that should echo in this room, Raven.” he says as he spanks me again. And again. And again. Hitting me in a way that pleasures me. It doesn’t hurt me. I don’t know how he’s doing that. “Now take all of me and let me hear who all you want to be fucked by.”

I hear the sound of the towel drop to the ground and turn around to see him stand butt naked, all hard for me. “All talk and no show?” I tease him more. Maybe I love being punished?

His low growl makes my body shiver as he stuffs himself inside me in one swift motion. A fill so perfect as if I was molded just for him. Every inch of my soul is filled with him. Every inch of me is filled with him. “Let me put on the show, Raven.” he groans in my ear as he pulls out and thrusts in harder, making my eyes roll at the sweet ache.

“Tell me Raven, say the name.” He pulls out with a force and thrusts back in as I feel him deeper than before. My back arches in agreement to angle myself so that he hits that one spot.

Heavy breaths and heavy thrusts. He is not gentle whatsoever. And I love it. The thrusts speed up as I feel him deeper. “Fuck…Harder. Deeper. More.” I manage to say words that I hope make sense to him. I grab his hand and put it around my neck and he pushes me down.

Thrust . “Say.” Thrust . Thrust . Thrust . Faster. Harder. Deeper. More. Just what I want. “The.” His groans grow louder, as I feel him pulsing inside me, I can feel that he is so close. “Name.” He groans in my ear.

Speech. I need to say something. He wants me to say something. He is asking me something. Perhaps telling me something? No, he is ordering me something. And I will obey. Just this once.

“James…” I moan as the tension builds between my legs. His thrusts become more uncontrolled. More feral. He’s close. Just like me. I can feel it. His hand reaches between my legs and his thumb strokes my clit. My body jerks and a series of moans escape me. I try to hold back the tension, but it’s too much. Too much.

“Let go.” he says in my ear. “Let go for me.” he says again.

“Fuck. Marcus.” I pant as I feel my release shudder through me. Engulf my very existence and take me on a tour of the universe. The stars, planets, the fucking ducks, I see them all. He pulls out of me and I jerks off the liquid on my back. The sticky, hot liquid that I would rather take in my mouth. He has been eating pineapple for me lately. Every day.

He pulls me up by my throat and licks my ear. “What were you saying again?”, his eyes are still feral.

A peaceful smile tugs my lips. A satisfied smile. A loving smile.

“I love you.”

His eyes immediately soften and his grips around my loosens as he plants his lips on mine, claiming me. All I was saying before that coach Belkis was going to whoop his ass because I was going to fuck him hard and he was going to end up being late for practice. Guess, I got what I wanted anyway.

I pull away from him and gawk at him. He looks so beautiful, and I wrap my arms around his neck, but my pussy aches in rebellion. I’ve had enough! I can hear her scream. I am still throbbing between my legs.

“I have a surprise for you tonight.” he kisses my forehead and gets back up and puts on his clothes.

I grab the pillow and throw it at him and narrow my eyes at him. He laughs in a playful and naughty way. “I love you too.” he says and my heart relaxes.

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James left me nothing but a note saying that he wants me to wear something Indian. That is so vague.

I put on my loose cream kurta and matching dhoti pants as I wait for him. When the door opens, it knocks my boots right off. James in a loose black kurta and cream dhoti pants makes my jaw drop to the ground. “Are you trying to kill me?” I say as I step towards him slowly. He chuckles in a way that makes my heart flutter. The air from my lungs has been stolen from me. He literally looks breathtaking!

James reaches in his pockets and pulls something out. I don’t even have to know what it is before he is holding them in front of him. The sound of the dancing bells tells me exactly what it is. I run towards him and jump him as I inspect the anklets carefully.

The design–it’s so beautiful. Even more so than the previous ones. The way I’d lost the last ones made me not want to wear them again. The sound of the dancing bells only brought the worst memories back. Of Jake on top of me. Me trying to fight him off.

I try to force a smile despite the gut wrenching memory. He drops his hand to my face and tilts my head up to face him. “You don’t like them?” His face drops.

I shake my head and take the anklets from him. They’re beautiful. There are more dancing bells on this one. I look up at him and guide him to the couch. I raise my foot on the couch and hand him the anklet and pull the dhoti pants to reveal my bare ankle. I signal him to put it on.

He takes the silver anklets from my hand and slowly hooks it on my ankle. His hand softly grazes my skin and sends shivers down my spine. The anklets are so beautiful that it makes my heart ache. The design is similar to the previous ones. Just has more intricate detailing and more dancing bells. Creating a deeper sound that soothes me. He thought about me. Like he always does…

It makes my heart melt.

I pull up another foot and he hooks on the other anklet and tinkles the dancing bell on it. “I missed these.” he looks at me and smiles. He leans his head, bringing it closer to my feet and gently plants soft kisses on my feet, making my entire body shiver with happiness and lust and love, narrowing everything to the touch of his lips on my skin. I pull my feet away but he holds them back. I immediately hiss as he keeps holding on to my feet. In our culture we only let people younger than us touch our feet, or someone inferior to us. And he is in no way inferior to me.

We might not stand shoulder to shoulder, physically, because he is way taller than me. But James has always looked at me as his equal. Never once letting me doubt myself that I am less than him in any form. I am his just as much as he is mine.

“There’s one more thing.” he scrunches his brows. I keep my hand hooked on to his hands as he reaches for his pocket again and pulls something.

A wide smile spreads across my lips. “I heard that it wards away the negative energy.” He holds out a black thread in front of me. I rest my chin on my knee as I observe him tie the black thread around my left ankle. I wonder where he found out about that. The black thread is supposed to act as an evil eye.

My heart mellows this time. I love this man. I am in love with every inch of Marcus James Williams.

He smiles softly. “I love you too, Raven.”