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W ith Olivia's arms secured around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist, I carried her upstairs to my bedroom.

She didn't say a word. Didn't need to. Her silence wasn't hesitation—it was trust. Her breath was warm against my neck, her fingers lightly caressing the back of my head.

The weight of her body in my arms didn't feel like a burden.

It felt like purpose, like this was exactly where she was meant to be, in my arms and my life forever.

I pushed open the bedroom door and stepped inside, the quiet hum of the room wrapping around us like a secret. The air was thick with something unspoken, heavier than just lust. It was wanting but layered with history, emotion, and the ache of everything we'd both been through.

I set her down gently at the edge of the bed, my hands lingering at her waist. She looked up at me, lips parted and eyes soft but intense.

I could feel the heat rising between us, but this time, it was different.

It wasn't about the rush of desire or the thrill of our usual passionate encounters.

This time, I wanted to make love to her slowly and tenderly, as if she was something more than just a body to satisfy.

I wanted to show her that she was my whole world by physically connecting.

Her fingers traced the edge of my jaw, and her eyes filled with a quiet passion that made my heart beat faster. There was no need for words, just the unspoken trust that passed between us in the silence.

I kissed her again, but this time, it was gentle, almost reverent.

My hands went to the hem of her tee shirt, slowly undressing her.

My hands roamed over her skin, taking in every curve and every inch of her like it was the first time I’d touched her.

She responded with a soft moan as her hands slid over my chest, tracing the contours of my muscles and feeling the warmth of my body beneath her fingertips.

I kissed her neck, my lips brushing the sensitive skin beneath her ear, and she sighed softly, her legs wrapping around me to pull me in closer.

I grunted when I made my way down to her chocolate nipples, gliding my tongue ring around her areola before sucking her hard nipple into my mouth.

Hearing her breathing pick up only confirmed that she was ready.

Standing up, I took off my shorts, along with my boxers, and my hard dick popped out, curving slightly to the left.

Olivia licked her lips, her chest rising and falling as she took in the sight before her.

I was so mesmerized by her beauty that I couldn’t even concentrate on just one part of her body.

The tattoos covering her body gave Olivia an edge, each one telling a story.

She smirked, spreading her legs like the Red Sea, letting me see how hot she was.

The amount of cream pouring from her middle should've been illegal, but I saw it as a blessing, waiting for me to quench my thirst.

“I… I love you, Boris Anderson,” she closed her eyes and whispered. She called me by my whole government, so I knew she meant that shit.

I didn’t respond immediately. Instead, I called out to Alexa to play my playlist, and right on cue, the perfect song poured into the room like a slow-burning flame.

“I know it ain’t easy being in love with me…

” J. Brown’s “My Whole Heart” lyrics wrapped around us, deep and honest, filling the space like it had been made for this exact moment.

I glanced at her lying there on my bed, her chest rising and falling slowly.

Her skin was flushed, lips slightly parted, eyes heavy with lust but locked on mine.

Everything about her right then hit me harder than I expected.

The music settled into the background, but the lyrics stayed front and center because they were me—every damn word.

I walked over to the dresser, grabbed my phone, and dimmed the lights down low, letting the soft amber glow spill across the room. I climbed into bed between her legs, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her into me, chest to chest, like I needed to feel her heartbeat to steady my own.

Before taking her lips onto mine, I leaned in next to her ear and whispered, “I love you, my sweet Cinnamon,” and eased inside her wet tunnel at the same time.

Her shit gave me a bit of resistance, letting me know she most likely hadn’t had sex since the last time I gutted her in the club bathroom.

“Fuck. Why are you so tight? Let me in, baby.”

Her breath hitched as I pushed further inside of her with a bit more force this time. She gasped, her back arching off the bed while her long nails dug into the flesh of my back.

I found a rhythm and picked up the pace. “You been giving that nigga my pussy, O? Huh?” I gave Olivia slow, deep strokes. A nigga wanted to be in her fucking throat through her pussy.

“No! No, baby. I promise!” she declared. Her pussy clenched my dick, and I swear, I almost nutted. “Oh God, that feels good,” she moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her eyelids in pure ecstasy.

I gripped her neck and whispered next to her ear, “You ain’t crazy, O.

I promise this would’ve went a whole different way if your answer wasn’t what I wanted to hear.

” I soothingly bit down on her ear before sucking it into my mouth.

“Now, I’m about to taste my pussy, and you better wet this beard up, baby. ”

I slid out of her, my dick already missing home, making my chest elevate.

I made my way down her body, making sure to lick both her mounds, leaving them wet and hard.

I got between her legs and inhaled her scent before I dived straight in, sucking on her clit like it was a popsicle.

Gripping her thighs to keep her in place, I licked and sucked, enjoying the sweet taste of her pussy.

“Bo! Shit, baby!” she cried and started fucking my face like her life depended on it.

“I got you, Cinnamon,” I grunted in between slurping her juices up like a Hoover vacuum. I could never get enough of her cream, and she had plenty.

Five minutes flat, Olivia screamed out that she was coming and released all in my mouth, and I made sure to suck up every last drop.

I sat up, licking my lips as her essence leaked from my beard. With glossy eyes, she pulled me down, and her freaky ass licked her nut from my lips and beard. That shit turned me the fuck on.

“You so fucking nasty.” I smirked.

“You love it, Big Bo.” She gave me a lazy grin. “Now, let me take you to heaven, baby.”

Before I could protest, Olivia was on her knees in front of me.

Her eyes met mine, steady and full of heat.

She gripped my dick like she owned him. Spitting on the head before she took me into her mouth, I hissed, feeling my tip hit the back of her throat as she bobbed up and down on me at a rapid pace.

“Damn, O. Slow down, baby. I’m not trying to bust yet.

” My chest rose with a deep breath as I let my hands fall to the side of her face and fucked her mouth nice and slow.

And in true Olivia fashion, she knocked my hands away and went to work on my pole.

I fucked up when I looked down, seeing my shaft glistening, and spit leaking out the sides of her mouth.

“Gotdamn!” My jaws clenched tightly as she sucked me off like the pro she was.

I yanked her ass up before she had me in here moaning like a bitch.

I turned her around, bent her over, and slid into home base.

I know I said I wanted to make love but fuck that.

Just then, “Deeper” by Joshua Williams came through the speakers.

It was the perfect song because I was going deep in this pussy, and didn’t plan on letting up any time soon.

Without breaking my rhythm, I pulled her up, brought her back to my chest, and gripped her neck.

I dug in them guts like I was looking for gold, not missing a beat.

My hands grabbed her waist, and I pounded my pussy with no mercy.

Her shit was so wet, I could hear it over the music in the background.

“Bo, you are too deep. It’s too deep, baby,” she whimpered after I pushed her back down on the bed, helping her put that perfect arch in her back.

“Since when you can’t take this dick, O? Huh? Since when?” I slapped her ass, not letting up. She moaned, her juices splashing all over the place.

Slipping a finger in my mouth, I got it nice and wet before easing it into her ass. Immediately, she started fucking me back, twerking on my dick.

“Look at your nasty ass. You love that shit, don’t you?” I chuckled. “You love having both your holes stuffed, don’t you?”

“Yes! Yesss, Bo. Please add another finger, please,” she begged, and I obliged her request.

“Now, slow that shit down and enjoy how I’m fucking you.” I licked my lips as I watched my dick covered in her wet, sticky cream. “Yeah. Just like that. Fuck! I love you, baby. You mine, O. You hear me?”

“I hear you, Bo. I’m all yours, baby. I love you more! I’m not going anywhereee!”

Hearing her confession did something to me. Sprung wasn’t the word; I was obsessed and addicted to this woman. Soul ties ain’t have shit on us. We were destined.

It was like everything in my life before her had just been noise—static. She was the first clear signal I’d ever caught. The only sign that made sense in a world full of chaos.

I leaned down, grabbed her face, and turned her to me. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth, making sure my mouth was filled with some spit. My baby sucked on my tongue, and we shared a sloppy, nasty kiss. Seconds later, we were both coming. She squirted, and I nutted deep into her awaiting tunnel.

“I meant what I said earlier,” I murmured against her hair. “About protecting you—loving you. That wasn’t just heat-of-the-moment talk.”

“I know,” she whispered, still trying to catch her breath. “I trust you, baby, and I love you too.”