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“Stop all that fuckin’ moaning and say what the fuck I told you, Mi.”

Whap.

He slapped my breast, and I groaned from the sting. I never thought I would be the woman who was turned on by pain, but when you’ve lacked experience, the right man can make your body do whatever he wants. “Answer my question and tell me who the fuck you belong to.”

“I-I belong to you, Jordan!” I yelled as his strokes became faster.

With the left leg already tucked in his arm, he did the same with the right.

This caused him to go even deeper than before with my ass slightly lifted from the bed.

My poor kitty was going to need to soak for three days to recover.

“This is your pussy, baby! Nobody but yours!”

“Can I nut in my pussy, baby?” He wound his hips as he pummeled into me.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I was on the brink of another climax.

Tapping my face with his left hand, my eyes popped open.

His facial expression held nothing but lust, and he never looked so sexy.

“I asked you a question. Can. I. Nut. In. My. Pussy?”

Between his dominance, his attack on my uterus, and the wickedness of what we were doing, I couldn’t hold back any longer. With my nails digging into his shoulders, I screamed out in pleasure as I squirted all over Jordan, myself, and Chandler’s Alaskan King-sized bed.

“Nut in me, baby!” I whimpered as tears fell from the corners of my eyes from the overwhelming feeling of being pleasured. “Come in your pussy! I love you so much, Jordan!”

“Oh fuck!” he roared as he thumped into me over and over. His pelvis hitting my clit prolonged my orgasm, and I fought hard not to pass out. “Take all this nut, mama! Daddy of two on the way.”

It didn’t take long before I felt him expand and release his hot seed inside of me.

I’d never felt anything like this before, and if I could relive this moment every day for the rest of my life, I would.

His pouring into me was never-ending, and he wasn’t letting up until his balls were empty. When Chandler saw this mess?—

“Shit!” I began to panic, attempting to sit up. Looking over at the door, I realized that we didn’t even lock it. “He’s going to kill me!”

“That nigga ain’t gone do a fuck thing to you,” he mumbled into my neck before biting it to calm me down. I moaned from the sting and felt his dick jump inside of me. “What you need to be worried about is what you want your headstone to say.”

I stuttered. “W-what? What the hell are you talking about?”

Pushing up off me, he eyed me intently. “A daughter, a sister, and a good-pussy-having demon,” he replied in a riddle as he lifted from the bed, but not before putting my thong back in place.

I could feel a mixture of us both seeping out of me.

Walking over to Chandler’s dresser, he removed one of his shirts.

My eyes widened as he used it to clean his dick. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“Are you crazy?” I shot up now that he was no longer trapping me to the bed. That was the wrong move because pain immediately shot through my pussy. “Shit!”

“You can soak when we get home.” He threw the used shirt on the bed next to the messy evidence of our fucking.

“We have a flight to catch.” Walking over to the closet, he paused before turning back to me.

“Nah, you ain’t wearing this shit.” I stood in shock and watched this man redress without a care in the world as if I hadn’t committed adultery within six hours of being married.

Picking his hoodie up from the nearby ottoman, he nodded. “Up.”

Frowning in confusion, I lifted my arms and allowed him to slide the oversized clothing over my body.

With his Glock in one hand and mine in the other, he walked toward the door.

It was then that I snatched back. This man had broken into my husband’s home, fucked me silly, low-key threatened me, and now was expecting me to walk out of this room with him.

“What are we doing, Jordan? He’s down there with a fucking mob. You’re going to shoot your way out of here? I can’t just leave here with you. I married him and?—”

“You love me, Noemi?” he cut me off and asked.

“Yes,” I answered truthfully. “More than I’ve ever loved anyone in my whole life.”

“Then trust me, baby.” He placed his hand on my cheek.

“I won’t let anything happen to you. I’m sorry for what I said about Gia and that nigga.

I’m sorry for the fact that I even let you come back here, knowing you didn’t want to.

I love you, and I don’t play about what I love.

You belong to me now. You, Noemi Boudreaux , belong to me.

I will go to war with your family, husband, and God himself when it comes to you.

We gonna be all right, and we gonna figure this shit out together. Just trust me.”

Holding his hand out for me to take, he was letting me know that the ball was in my court.

Could I risk my life and my family’s just for the sake of love?

Could I be selfish and put my own wants before what my family needs?

As I looked into the eyes of the man before me, I saw all the love and admiration he had for me.

It’s the one thing I prayed for when it came to finding a life-long partner. That revelation made my choice simple.

“Your plane better have a nice bathroom so I can clean myself.” I smirked as I put my hand in his. “Everything is just squishing around down there.”

“Good.” He chuckled as he stepped into the hallway. Hearing the melodies of the music below caused my heart to fall to my ass. “I hope you leave a trail of my nut for that nigga to see when he comes up here.”

In nothing but a hoodie, a thong, and five-inch heels, I walked down the staircase and prayed that we would make it out of here alive. I squeezed Jordan’s hand for dear life because it was, in fact, the anchor that I needed to keep moving.

“How the fuck are we getting out of here, Jordan?” I whispered as we reached the bottom of the stairs. “There are too many people in here.”

“I’m leaving out the same way I came in…” He pulled me forward, and I cursed at the clacking of my heels. Thankfully, everyone seemed to be partying hard in his dining hall. “The front muthafuckin’ door.”