Trey "That's it, Cupcake. You ride my cock so well." I grab the nape of my neck and bring her down to kiss me. Nipping at her bottom lip, she eagerly opens for me. Our tongues engage in a ravenous battle for dominance. Ultimately, I win and explore her mouth while she rides me harder. At the club, she showed me how much those hips don't lie, and right now the way she's rolling them around as she bounces, I'm in fucking heaven! "Oooh, that feels so good, Trey," she moans, getting lost in the pleasure. She quickly changes positions, steadying herself on her feet and bounces on my cock like she has lost her mind. The sound of wet sex takes over the room. As her huge breasts bounce in my face, I kneed them in my hands, squeezing and pulling on her nipples. Loud moans spill from her lips, and from the way she clenches around me, I know she's close. "Come for me, again," I demand with a growl. I pinch her bud hard and she screams, throwing her head back, as another orgasm crashe
Kiara's POV I wake up surrounded in his strong arms for the third morning in a row. The calming rhythm of his steady breathing envelops me, and I sense the subtle, rhythmic movement of his chest against my back. I can admit, I've gotten too wrapped up in the fantasy that he could be mine. Every moment that he's not working, we're spending together. Yesterday, we even went on a late night stroll on the beach and it was the most amazing, romantic thing I've ever done. Trey doesn't seem to want to waste a single second not showing me how he feels, and I love it because Jordan never put in this amount of effort. I think he feels exactly the way I feel about him but neither of us will say the words aloud because that will only make my departure more painful. Any day now, I'll be moving back into my own apartment and we won't see each other anymore except when Candy invites me to family events, and that's if she ever comes back. Stretching, I try to loosen Trey's arms around my waist,
Kiara I grasp the keys to my new apartment in my hand, the weight of them signifying the end of my stay with Trey. Maybe I'll just wait until the weekend to tell him. After all, I still need to retrieve the rest of my belongings from storage, and Trey would probably be willing to assist. It's not like we can't continue to hang out after I leave, it'll just be...different. Strictly friends again. I'll just need some time to get over him first. The parking lot of "Lux Temptations" is full, so I park in a lot down the street and walk over. The head waiter, a bald man in a tuxedo, awaits me at the host station. "Hi, I'm looking for-" "Come right this way. Trey wants you to wait in his office until dinner service is over," he says gruffly. "Oh okay..." I trial off, still trying to figure out how he knows who I am. I walk through the restaurant and go into his office, closing the door behind me. Sitting down in the big, comfy chair, my mind drifts off thinking about how I'm
Kiara He guides me into the kitchen, skillfully removing my dress, panties, and bra before bending me over the stainless steel counter. Shedding his chef jacket and shirt, he stands before me, clad only in black slacks. My mouth waters at the sight of his well-toned body. "Trey," I whimper. "In my kitchen, you'll call me Chef," he says harshly. "You won't move until I say so." I look around, biting my lip nervously at the thought of someone accidentally walking in on us. I mean, is he sure everyone else left? I don't want him to get in trouble and being mad at me for thinking he fucked someone else may be clouding his judgement. "Kiara, I asked...Do. You. Understand?" His voice snaps my attention back to him. Damn, when did he get behind me? "Yes...Chef!" I yelp as something hard impacts my ass from behind. "W-What was that?" I squeak, attempting to rub my tender ass, but he seizes my hand and firmly places it back on the counter. As Trey's deep voice resonates through
Kiara "Please, fuck me, Chef," I beg. Trey shakes his head. "Not yet. Open." I obey, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue for him. He squirts a mountain of whip cream in my mouth and I quickly swallow it. Lust dances in his eyes as he watches me lick my lips clean. I want to drive him as crazy as he drives me. Determination surges through me as I sit up and grab the can from him. I look into his eyes as I put whip cream on his nipples. I swirl my tongue clockwise against his nipples, and he grips my ponytail firmly, a soft groan escaping from his lips. "Fuck, that feels good," he hisses. "Take it out." I swallow hard as I pull down his zipper, grabbing the hem of his slacks as I yank them down. His long, hard cock springs out to greet me. "Oh God," I breathe. There's pre-cum leaking from the tip, and it takes all my willpower to not lick it off. "You ready for me, Cupcake?" he asks, sucking in his bottom lip seductively. "Fuck yes!" I pull him closer and wrap my
Trey I bring the last box of Kiara's belongings from the moving truck into her apartment. She hasn't spoken much apart from telling me where to put the boxes like she's too far gone in her head. I wish she would just talk to me, she's not alone anymore...she has me. Although she hasn't told me she loves me back yet, I know she feels the same way. She's just scared. I don't know if it's because of her ex, or it's entirely because of my sister, but she's still afraid to move forward with me. It seems like her punishment from the other night didn't fix anything. Good thing I brought the wooden spoon with me, it's not like I was going to use it in the kitchen ever again after what we did. After Kiara goes to the rental office, I try to call my sister again. If she ever answers her damn phone, I would tell her myself about me and Kiara, but she's still MIA. I'm actually starting to get worried about her. Like she can't send one fucking text to let us know she's alright? Over a month
Trey The concern etched on Kiara’s face puts me on edge because if she isn't expecting visitors, who could that be? I stay motionless lying on the couch as she throws the door open. I can't see who she's speaking with, but I listen closely to their conversation. The tension in the air is palpable. "What the hell are you doing here, Jordan?" Kiara asks angrily. "Can I come in for a minute? We need to talk," the male voice pleads. "How did you even get my address? I literally just finished moving in today." "Your mom gave it to me, but that's besides the point. Your sister is fucking crazy!" "Oh, you just realized that? After two years of fucking her behind my back?" she shouts, sounding even more upset. "Okay, I admit it, I picked the wrong sister. Is that what you wanted to hear?" he retorts in a harsher tone than he should be using with my woman. Without a word, I come into the kitchen and sit at one of the barstools facing the door. Both of them pause to look at me.
Kiara "You sure you're ready to do this?" Trey asks softly. I nod, my fingers tapping nervously against my thigh as anticipation coils in my stomach like a restless serpent. "I called beforehand, and the lady said she's willing to see us. I just hope she doesn't change her mind." By some luck, I managed to track down where Lucinda is staying. It's been a few weeks, so I'm hoping treatment is going well for her and she has realized that William is not worthy of her and can't be someone who remains in her life is she wants to be free of drugs and alcohol. We walk into the treatment center and the woman at the front desk signs us in. The building envelops us in a calming embrace. Soft instrumental music plays in the background, blending with the soothing aroma of lavender-scented candles that flicker on the reception desk. Another woman walks us to the other side of the building where the patients stay. The place is nice, like a sanctuary from the outside world. Lucinda is s
Kiara I take her tiny hand in mine and lead her inside the house. When she sees Trey, she runs to him. "Grandpa, I missed you!" "VioletPie!" Trey responds with equal enthusiasm, scooping her up and swinging her up into his arms. I smile at the adorable interaction, my heart warming at the bond they share. I thought Trey couldn't get sexier as a chef, but watching him be a father and grandfather is everything. He is so kind and patient with kids, you'd never think he used to be a menace in high school. As I glance at the clock, I realize that TJ, his husband, and two daughters should arrive soon. Winston and his wife recently welcomed a baby, so we're giving them space to adjust to their new family dynamic. Candice and Cassie will probably be late, but they always show up eventually. As for Jeremiah, who now lives in Texas with his wife, we won't be seeing him today, but he'll most likely come down for Christmas. William peacefully passed away in his sleep five years ag
Kiara "Cupcake, they'll be here soon!" Trey's voice calls from downstairs where the delicious smell of food permeates the house. "Shit, I'm coming!" I shout back, quickly submitting my manuscript to my editor—the sixtieth and final book of my writing career. I decided that it's time I retire and enjoy some well-deserved adventures with my husband. Next week we're going to Hawaii for our thirtieth-year anniversary, and the idea of peace and relaxation fills me with excitement. As I walk through the hallway towards the stairs, I can't help but glance at the wall adorned with a collage of photos of our family. Trey and I have faced many obstacles together, but despite it all, we've achieved so much. What did Maggie used to call us? Oh yeah...a power couple. Yeah, I think we've lived up to that nickname. Each photo on the wall serves as a testament to our resilience and everlasting love that has carried us through every twist and turn of our journey together. My eyes
TreyThe remainder of the night unfolds beautifully. Following dinner, Kiara and I take to the dance floor for our first dance, swaying to "You Are The Reason" by Leona Lewis and Calum Scott. After we return to our seats, everyone starts running to the dance floor. Meanwhile, Magnolia peacefully sleeps in Kiara's arms as we watch them dance. I can't help but smile as a sense of contentment washes over me. The room is filled with laughter and smiles and infectious energy of people just reveling in the moment — exactly what I had hoped for. "Can I hold her?" Williams asks eagerly, reaching out for his granddaughter with a twinkle of adoration in his eyes. Kiara beams. "Of course. We're about to go dance anyway, right Trey?" I nod. She made sure there were multiple songs in our playlist that we could line dance to. After carefully passing Magnolia into his arms, ensuring not to disturb her sleep, Kiara seizes my hand. "Let's go, Candice!" she exclaims, her excitement
Trey "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," the minister declares, his voice ringing through the chapel. We had planned to get married before our daughter was born, but at twenty eight-weeks pregnant, she tried to come early, and Kiara was put on bed rest for the remainder of the pregnancy. It was a rough ass time for her, but of course, my amazing wife managed to get through it and successfully deliver our healthy nine-pound baby. For someone who didn't let her Mama eat much without throwing up, she sure weighed a lot. Hand in hand, surrounded by our family and guests, we stroll down the aisle, cheers mingling with the soft patter of rice raining down on us. With 'Lux Temptations' on the same block as the chapel, we decided that everyone would walk there together. Of course, It only made sense for us to have the reception at our restaurant, the best in Virginia. My staff volunteered their time and effort today to cater my wedding as l
Kiara I feign a pout at the command. "But I want to make the demands tonight." He smacks my ass as I move into position, causing me to giggle, "Okay, okay. I'm sorry, Chef." Trey's fingers softly graze over my skin, making me shiver in anticipation as he trails all the way from the nape of my neck to my pussy. Then, I feel him spit on my asshole, and I moan as I feel it drip down. He hums as if he's contemplating something. "Are you sure you can handle me fucking you hard tonight, Cupcake?" Always. "Yes, Sir," I whimper needily. He smacks my ass again. "What? I didn't hear you." "Yes, Sir!" I say louder. Hoping it makes him lose control, I wiggle my ass for him. Obviously it works because he grips my hips and impales me with his cock. He grabs my ponytail tightly, using it as a reign as he pounds into me. "H-Holy...holy...s-shitttt," I stammer, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he demolishes my pussy. There's something about pregnancy that makes sex so much more amazi
Kiara I needed this. His touch brings back the peace that was disrupted when we went to my parents house. I expected a bad reaction, but nowhere as explosive as my mom was. There's a chance she may not want to be in our lives after today, but honestly, I think I'm okay with that. I'm tired of trying to live up to her expectations just because the life she chose to live wasn't fulfilling to her. I won't make the same mistake. I know for certain that even if she doesn't show up for me and my daughter, I have people that will. Once we return downstairs, the aroma of pizza fills the air. William, Jeremiah, and Candice are sitting at the table, engaged in conversation and laughter. Candice waves us over with a smile. "Hey guys, we were just talking about a weekly game night or something, at least until you have the baby," she suggests enthusiastically. I smile. "I love that idea. What do you think?" I ask Trey. He smirks in response. "Hell yeah, but we're not playing S
Kiara I'm rendered speechless as we step into the house, marveling at all of the changes they've made. Despite the remodeling, Maggie's home still exudes the same cozy warmth it always has. When Trey mentioned he had a surprise for me, one that would be revealed once it was completed, I suspected that it was a house or something. Never did I anticipate that it would be Maggie's. Yet, I'm so damn happy and grateful that it is. It somehow makes me feel even closer to her knowing we'll live in the same space that she raised her children in. Soon, we'll be raising our own children here. "You guys did this yourselves?" I ask, pausing in the dining room, my eyes resting on Maggie's table, the very one I've eaten countless meals or sat talking with Maggie. "William, J, and I did all the hard work," Trey beams, "and, of course, Candy did all of the interior decorating." Candy slaps her brother's arm. "Just so you know, that was hard too, asshole," she laughs, shooting him a pl
Trey "I love my girls so much," I murmur, feeling a lump form in my throat from the overwhelming rush of love and pride bursting from my chest. Kiara sniffles, her voice thick with emotion. "We love you too." Suddenly, my phone vibrates, breaking the tender moment. Glancing at the screen, the text says, "it's done." I kiss her passionately, savoring her lips before I pull a blindfold out of my pocket and reach over to cover her eyes, gently tying it behind her head. "What's this for?" she asks, grinning. "Time for the surprise you've been waiting so impatiently for," I say, my voice brimming with excitement as I pull out of her parent's driveway. My heart races, imagining how she's going to react when I reveal the long-awaited surprise. I really hope she loves it. It's not long before we pull up at a familiar address, although the house has been completely transformed in the past four months. "We're here," I announce, swallowing hard as I step out of the car. The
TreyAll eyes shift to Kiara, a thick tension growing in the room as they wait for her to speak. Her mouth opens and closes, but she seems unable to form the words. Glancing up at me, her face flushed with distressed, she screams for help with her eyes. I squeeze her hand to let her know that everything's alright. Clearing my throat, and stand up. Who knows why; maybe it's because I'm accustomed to making announcements this way at my restaurant. "We're having a little girl together," I say proudly, unable to contain my grin. Although I can hardly believe it myself, I've heard her little heartbeat and watched her suck her thumb at the last ultrasound. To say I'm over the moon is a fucking understatement. I feel the peace in the room pop like a bubble. Her father stares at us in stunned silence. The color drains from her ex's face and he looks as if he may be stick to his stomach that it's with me and not him. Meanwhile, her sister bursts out laughing, the sound echoing through t