He leans into my ear and begins to talk dirty to me. He’s growing harder with each thrust. My heart is pounding, and my pussy is singing his praises.
“You feel that? This is the only dick you’ll have for life. Am I making it worth it?”
“Yes, Rico. So worth it.”
“I can’t wait until the wedding. I’m going to come all inside you. Then I’m going to watch you swell with my baby.
“Do you want that, gorgeous? Me coming all in this tight pussy for you to carry my baby? Tell me how much you want this shit, Oni.”
“Yes, that’s what I want. I want it so bad, Rico. You’re the only one who can fuck me like this,” I whimper-sob.
“I’m not ready to come,” he says and pulls out.
Moving his big body until he’s between my legs with his face buried in my core, he then eats me like a man on a mission. I rock my hips against his face, greedy for more. Our drivers have become used to this.
I’ve ridden his brains out plenty of times in the back of one of our cars. Rico customized all our vehicles with partitions just because of that fact. Not caring about any of that, I begin to shake and come all over his face.
Rico hums in satisfaction. He then gently rolls me off the seat and onto all fours. He kisses all over my back, then thrusts back into me from behind. I reach to shove my hands in the seats to hold on.
He begins to fuck me like I owe him something. My next orgasm is already starting a fire in my belly. Rico leans over me into my ear.
“Who’s is this? Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
“It’s yours. It will always be yours.”
“Say my fucking name, baby.”
“Rico, it’s yours. Rico, fuck.”
“That’s my girl. Take this dick for me. You know I’d never touch anyone else, don’t you, baby? You’re it for me.
“If I can’t have you, I don’t want anyone else. You make me crazy for you. I wouldn’t want it any other way,” he groans.
CHAPTER 38
Wedding Bells
Rico
The day is finally here.Oni will be my wife in less than an hour. We made it.
“Are you ready?” Mario asks at my side.
“Yeah, bro. I don’t deserve her, but she’s willing to marry me after all the shit I’ve brought into her life.”
“You two were made for each other. I don’t think she would have it any other way.”
“Yeah, I hear you.”
I swallow hard. What if she does think about it all and changes her mind? Suddenly, standing here at the altar, our lives play in my head.
When I found my truck missing. The footage we pulled of her taking that truck. Me becoming obsessed with watching that video over and over.
The moment I caught her trying to take the Lambo. Pushing back her hoodie and seeing her face for the first time. When I looked into her eyes, I felt connected to her right then and there.
That night at the club when she pulled a gun to protect me. The day she took her first life. Waking up in the hospital, then being told she was gone.
The night she walked back into my life. Slipping that ring on her finger. All the shit we’ve been through and done together in the last two years.
