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Powerful sensations built and throbbed below my waist. The force of his strokes moving faster and faster, my back rising off the bed. I felt like I was the race car that he was pushing to the finish line.
“Amena, I don’t care what that other motherfucker thinks. You're my wife, and that previous relationship was a mistake.” He groaned and sweat dripped from his brow. The headboard rattled.
He pulled out of me and flipped my body to the side. He thrusted forward, holding my hands together, pumping harder and harder. I made a low throaty sound of pleasure, eyes and mouth open at the intensity of his movements.
A scream of pleasure tore from my lips. “Laikin! Jesus! Oh please, baby, I want to come.”
His body radiated a raw and primal strength. “Your pussy takes me so well, baby. This shit is biting really good. Fuck!” One hand slid around to caress my belly, then my nipple. I loved how he kissed every stretch mark and my little stomach, never letting me get in my head about the extra weight from pregnancy.
Together, we gasped, moaned, and writhed. Our skin slapped together, sounds filling the room.
Slap!
He smacked me on the ass.
“Come for me, Pepper.” A tormented groan pierced my ears, and I shook underneath him, arching my back a little to catch the ripple of my ass against his stomach.
Letting my hands go, I scraped my nails against the sheets. He stiffened and convulsed; coming right behind me. Laikin’s body trapped me , as his mouth possessed mine and trailed along my collarbone, down to my chest.
I was anxious to taste him, to take him into my mouth like last time. I was still amazed by his thickness. I gripped the base of his cock and turned him on his back, lowering my head. I made a fist around his thickness and began to lubricate with a mixture of my spit and precum at his tip.
Laikin’s arm was thrown over his eyes, and he tensed at the first touch, making his arousal ignite again.
I flattened my tongue under the sensitive tip.
“Baby,” he groaned, gazing at me.
I lingered on the tip for another few minutes, then moved my head up and down the hard length of his erection. His fingers knotted in my hair, working my head up and down at a pace he controlled.
“Shit.”
“Mmmm…” I forced my throat to open wide for him, taking him deeper.
“Damn, Amena. Baby, keep going.”
I popped him out of my mouth and licked both his balls while stroking his dick. He tightened his hand on my hair.
The warmth of his soft flesh was intoxicating. “I need my pussy, baby.”
“She’s wet for you.” My body tingled under his touch.
“Come up here and let me taste her.”
As I moved in to sixty-nine position on him, I licked up the pre-cum and took his long, curved dick in my mouth to suck him off, while he drank deep from my candid well of pleasure for the rest of night.
Chapter Twelve
Laikin
I was pulling up at the restaurant with Amena, who was sitting pretty, with her hair away from her face, showcasing the curve of her neck and her kissable lips. After getting blasted on social media at people thinking I was cheating on Callie, I made it clear we were never a couple. Amena’s been the girl for me, even when we weren't together. The pictures, along with Sarai’s statement of keeping my personal life private, only garnered more interest and even magazines wanted us to do joint interviews. I told her to decline, because nothing would get in the way of our relationship and that included her ex-husband. Thankfully, he’d stayed off our radar—even to the point of ignoring his son. For a grown man to not be responsible for his child, it only pissed me off more. Accepting Kayne wasn’t hard because the kid was smart, funny, and loveable.
I helped Amena out of the car and set the alarm. I pushed through the crowd of fans who were noticing me and walked past them to the entryway of the restaurant. One of her favorite meals was Indian food, the spicier the better, and I had made a reservation for a private table in the back.The hostess gave a warm smile. I scanned the paintings on the walls, as the people around us murmured and talked. The robust smells of spices lingered in the air, while the waitresses rushed by to bring out orders.
I held up two fingers. “Two for Trenton reservation.”
Our eyes locked and she checked off my name, taking menus and escorting us to section. I helped Amena take a seat then went to the other side of the table. It immediately became a surreal moment from a fleeting time that I thought would never happen again. A sense of weightlessness struck me to see her happy based on my actions.
Her hand glided over the table to engulf mine. “For the first time in months, I’m excited to be out on a date, like a real adult.”