Page 55 of Bodyguard My Heart
“Oh wow. Congratulations, Mr. CEO.”
I barely got my sentence out before Demetrius swooped me up swiftly. He stood with me, cradled me in his arms, and carried me bridal style out of the office.
“Haiti it is.” I giggled.
“Let’s go start our new life, baby girl.”
“Wait, my plane ticket is for Richmond.”
“We fly private.”
“Regular people don’t fly private, Demetrius.”
“We not a part of the cartel anymore, but it’s never giving regular, baby girl. Yo’ husband got his investments and shit.”
“I guess.”
He carried me to a black SUV and sat me inside the passenger seat before climbing into the driver’s seat. As we hit the open road, I knew every day wouldn’t be easy, but it would be worth it. For the first time in a long time, I felt like maybe, just maybe, we could make our marriage work.
“Tell me your secrets, baby girl,” Demetrius requested as he took off toward the landing strip.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, baby girl.”
Epilogue
Demetrius
“Shit!”I moaned as I grabbed a handful of Samara’s hair. We were just supposed to be having a first look before the wedding. I don’t know how I ended up with Samara on her knees and my dick in her mouth.
“Just like that, baby girl.” I coached her. She was taking me to the back of the throat like it was nothing. I would have to pay her makeup artist extra to fix her beautiful makeup. She had black shit running from her eyes and down her cheeks. I forced her face down on my dick the way she liked it. They said it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, but there was nothing bad about the way Samara was gulping my dick. I needed to feel her insides on me now. I didn’t care that we were running late. It was our wedding. Their asses couldn’t start without us anyway.
“Bend over! I want to sample this pussy before you become my wife for real this time.” I pulled her up by her hair. Now, I was going to pay her stylists extra too. She slid her white, tight-fitted wedding dress over her waist and did what I had told herto do. She was careful as she leaned over the balcony. She was cautious not to hit her growing baby bump.
“Arch that motherfucker some more,” I demanded as I slapped her on the ass. She lowered her body and stuck out her ass, creating the perfect arch in her back. I couldn’t believe that in four more months, we would be parents. My constant shooting the club up had finally paid off.
“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about.” I approached her. Using my hands, I spread her ass cheeks.
“You’re so fucking beautiful right now.” I entered her. I buried every inch of my dick inside her. Her wet, pregnant pussy engulfed my dick. Pleasure wasn’t even the word for how good this shit felt. Her juices were coating my dick, causing me to thrust into her harder.
“Fuck!”
“Yes! Fuck… Yes!” she screamed. I increased my strokes, pumping harder and harder into her.
“Oh… my… fucking… God!” Her body quaked, and her knees buckled for a bit. She was cumming, and I wasn’t too far behind her.
“Aye, Meechie. It’s time. Polo out there about to spaz out on Contessa and this stud chick she done brought—” The sound of Royale’s voice sounded as our bedroom door was pushed open.
“Oh my God!” Samara shrieked as she tried to move, but I held her ass in place. There was no way I was ending this session without a nut. The way we were positioned on the balcony, Ro couldn’t see shit but my black slacks at my ankles.
“Aye, we coming, bro!” I shouted, slowly pumping into her.
“I bet y’all nasty asses are.” He fired back as he turned to leave the room. “Hurry up, motherfuckers is waiting on y’all.”
The bedroom door closed, and I went back to work assaulting Samara’s pussy.
“It’s time to cum on this dick, baby girl. We late.”