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There he goes calling me copper again, and I love it. It’s a sweet, flirtatious nickname.
He licks his lips, and I lick mine. His cock is hard, pressing against my mound, and finally, he slides his hand between us and frees it from his trousers. I position myself up over his cock and lower myself gently down onto it. He fills me up, and I shut my eyes as I take him all in. But when I finally open my eyes, I know he sees every bit of pleasure ripping right through me.
Nazyr slides his hands underneath my legs and bobs me up and down on his hard cock. I’m wet, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing soft, chaste kisses against his forehead, cheek, and neck. This man seems so rough and callous on the outside, but he’s gentle with me.
“God,” I moan as we increase our movements, and I pick up the pace.
Nazyr moans as well, and I feel like I need to have my hands all over him. I hold him tightly as I bounce up and down on his cock, and after a few more minutes, warmth spreads through my body like an uncontrollable wildfire. His own breathing is growing rampant, and he captures my lips with his own while he fucks the ever-loving hell out of me.
The fire in my veins becomes blistering, and I can’t keep it back. I find my release, and Nazyr goes crazy. He fucks me harder and harder until he reaches his orgasm, and I fall against his chest. He presses his lips against my chest and holds onto me, slowly catching his breath.
***
I can’t believe Nazyr gave me the best news of my life last night. He said that he and his family are on board with getting my girls, and they’ve developed a plan to do so. I felt like yesterday was a dream, but when I woke up this morning, I was more than pleased to know it wasn’t one.
Now, I’m standing in one of the extra bedrooms, trying to figure out what I’m going to do to it. Nazyr told me I should redecorate, so I have every intention of doing that. The floors are salvageable because they’re hardwood, but the walls need a fresh coat of paint, and then all I need to do is get some furniture.
There’s a knock on the door behind me, so I turn, and Nazyr walks inside. “Are those the paint options?”
“Yeah, I had Paulo run to the store and get some for me to look at. I think I want to have pink accents in here, so I don’t want the walls to be pink too.” He brought me one pink sample, but I kept focusing on the few purple options in front of me.
“Good idea. Which color are you thinking about?” Nazyr questions me.
I walk up to the paint samples taped on the wall and point at the light purple in the middle. It’s not nearly as light as lavender, but there’s a slight plum-colored hue to it. “I think this could be a color the two of them could grow into. I found a local furniture store that has a crib and a twin-sized bed. They convert into cribs or beds, actually, but I like the way the two of them will have matching furniture in here. There is this headboard I really, really like,” I go on to tell Nazyr, and he raises his brows in amusement.
“What do they look like?”
As he’s asking me, I grab my phone and pull the images up.
He immediately releases a chuckle. “They’re big, pink bows.”
“I know, but they’re so adorable, and the girls are going to grow up so fast.”
Nazyr nods a couple of times. “You’re right. They are. You need to enjoy them while they’re small and want to be around you. Whatever you want to get for them in here, you get. I’ll give you a card that you can run for everything the girls will need. Go ahead and get them some clothes and whatnot as well, okay?”
I’m caught in my own surprise and look right into his eyes. “Are you sure?”
“I am, and if I wasn’t, I would have never offered in the first place.”
“Thank you so much, Nazyr.”
“Mmm, you don’t need to thank me for anything,Med.”
There he goes calling me that nickname I love so much. Nazyr slides an arm around my waist and pulls me against him, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
As I’m looking into Nazyr’s eyes, all I can think about is the freedom he’s given me. I’ve been able to enjoy the simple pleasures of life since I’ve been by his side… and now I’m wondering how I was even trafficked in the first place.
Was it circumstantial? Did it solely happen because I was at that restaurant by myself? Did the people who worked at the restaurant do it because they thought I was an easy target? There are so many questions running through my mind right now.
Or was there something more nefarious at play? I’ve always told myself that my uncle didn’t have anything to do with it… but what if he did? What if he arranged the entire thing? I hate to think this way, but after years’ worth of living the life I have… I think it becomes natural.
“Mona,” Nazyr’s speaking loudly, and I think he’s called my name a couple of times.
“Sorry, what did you say?”
“I was asking you what you were thinking. You weren’t here for a minute.” He chuckles, and I debate whether or not I should tell him, but I end up deciding to do it.
“Yeah, um… I was wondering how I ever ended up with Duarte in the first place. Like, did my uncle have a hand in it, or was it completely circumstantial? I’ve never gotten an answer about it, and since I’ve been here, the questions have been coming to me a lot more now.
