Chapter two

  Damnit! she swore tiredly, using the back of her palm to rub her sleepy eyes. It was one of those rare moments he said he loves her but she'd screwed it up this time. She wiped off the coffee spill and sat back before her laptop. Sam was not just her boyfriend. He was her boss. He owned SAM EVENT PLANNERS. The company she worked for. She was grateful to him for giving her the job. And also assigning her to take charge of the contract. When he asked her few months ago to be his girlfriend. She accepted.                

             Thinking about it now, she realized she had  accepted based on gratitude not really that she loved him. Done, she shut the laptop, undressed and entered the bathroom. She took her time, washing herself back to normalcy. She stood before the mirror above the bathroom sink, admiring herself. She was 6 ft tall, with a long flowing, jet black hair that stopped close to her enormous well shaped buttocks. Her boobs stood firm in front of her with her pink nipples calling to be sucked. Satisfied, she took her time to apply her body lotions as she caressed her skin to shine beautifully. She couldn't help thinking about the wedding the next day. It sounded too good to be true that Mr Billionaire playboy was ready to settle down. She had been a fond admirer from afar. This wedding had been the talk of town. Every newspaper, publications, radio stations, Tv stations were all talking and singing about it. Every gathering was filled with talks about it. She felt pride in her that she was the one planning this royal wedding. She hoped everything went as planned. 

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EL MAGNIFIQUE MANSION

Outside it was very cold and rainy. The weather dim with thick clouds blinding any ray of sun that would have attempted to reach earth. In the room was a different story. Heat of sex, joining and slamming of two naked bodies, ensured there was no need for the world class warmers that were installed for weathers such as this. "Oh my god! I'm cumming again!" she shrilled as waves and waves of orgasms erupted through her. 

               Michael was lying face up on the exquisite, very comfortable and very spacious bed. On him was an ebony well endowed lady bouncing on him like a bouncing castle. Her well shaped voluminous ass jiggled in harmony with her up and down movements. His left hand held, squeezed and caressed her ass, while his right hand was on her chest, squeezing, groping, kneading the twins facing him. He sat up and took one of the nipples in his mouth sucking hungrily. Making straw sucking sounds that complimented the sound of his dick slamming in and out of her tight cunt. Her moans, shrills and screams increased as she dug her hands into his hair, urging him on, pulling him closer to her delicious boobs. 

      "ta ta ta ta ta" was the sound heard as he increased his pace, his waist moving mechanically upwards to meet her downward movements making a hug slap sound. She was obviously loosing it. She leaned into him for support, her boobs squashed on his face and grabbed tightly on the silky sheets. Her eye balls lost in her ecstasy. He kept increasing his pace, pouring the nervousness of his impending wedding the next day into her pussy. "Mich... Michael... you're... Kill... Killing... Oh my god!!" she moaned, her mouth wide open, her eyes now shut close. He held her throat hard. His grip almost choking her. "Keep your eyes open!! Open your eyes bitch. Look the fuck at me bitch!!" He ordered. She obeyed. Her eyes drooping as he kept pace. When he felt his release coming. He pushed her off him, Stood by the bed. Stroking his huge length with his left hand. She didn't need to be told what to do. She rushed down from the bed quickly, knelt before him, mouth wide open like a child wanting to receive medications. He shot rivulets and rivulets of cum down her throat and watched her swallow it all, almost choking. He sighed in utmost satisfaction. Then without uttering a word, he immediately rushed into the bathroom. 

           He took his time, burying himself into a golden plated bathtub filled with warm water. With his breathe ceased, he immersed himself fully, staying underwater for close to 2 mins. When he was in debt of oxygen, he rose up suddenly, splashing water out of the tub as he gasped for breathe. He repeated the action after catching his breathe. When he felt satiated, he rested his head on a comfortable head rest. With a press on the remote control, captivating afrobeats floated into the quietness. Burna boy's dim and semi-hoarse voice was exactly what he needed at the moment. Although he didn't understand most of the lyrics, sung in Nigerian pidgin english, he nodded rhythmically to the beats. Unlike him, he felt nervous. Why am I nervous? He asked himself shaking his head in a vain attempt to shake his nervousness off him. Well... he had never liked the thought of marriage but he loved his mom so much. He understood her request. 

          She had wanted a large family after she got married to his late father. After she got him, she tried everything possible to get pregnant for another child, to no avail. Then when he was 5 yrs old, his Dad died suddenly. His mom never remarried. She played her role as a father and a mother perfectly. So it kinda seemed since she couldn't get a large family herself, she wanted it through him. She needed grandkids. Someone else to call her mom or granny if that wouldn't make her feel too old, he thought smiling mischievously. She was always on his neck about it, playing the emotional card well, telling him how lonely she was in her mansion. It was more like she needed grandkids from him than even a daughter-in-law.  

           He stepped out of the tub and walked towards a cabinet next to the bathroom sink. He poured himself a glass of champagne and gulped the glass down. Amanda was someone suitable. Her genes added with his would produce breathtaking beautiful and handsome kids. He had never liked the thought of marriage. Of commiting to one person all his life. So he arranged with Amanda. It'd be just for a year. just long enough for her to give birth. He smiled to himself. Imagining himself being a father. The feeling wasn't bad. He imagined the ceremony next day. He had specified to the event planning company how he wanted it. Of course it was strictly by attendance, but he invited very few guests. Distinguished personalities, high ranking government officials, and business associates. He had actually wanted a simple wedding. Just him, his bride and maybe two or three other witnesses. Although he knew it would be almost impossible considering who he was. Already this wedding had already being the talk of town in the whole continent. A scenerio he had wanted to avoid but resigned himself to fate. 

          With a purple towel wrapped around his waist, he stepped backinvited very few guests. Distinguished personalities, high ranking government officials, and business associates. He had actually wanted a simple wedding. Just him, his bride and maybe two or three other witnesses. Although he knew it would be almost impossible considering who he was. Already this wedding had already being the talk of town in the whole continent. A scenerio he had wanted to avoid but resigned himself to fate. 

          With a purple towel wrapped around his waist, he stepped back into the room. "Thought you'd never come out". He stopped surprised. "Sukey what are you still doing in here?" She was still naked. Wearing nothing save a pair of white panties and a fitting bra. "Really Mike?" she asked feigning hurt. "You exhausted me and fucked me almost unconscious and suddenly you want me out of your room?" He scoffed and sauntered into the room fully, retying the towel that didn't seem too keen to remain on his waist. He looked face up at her and noticed she was staring at him in lust. As if he was something she could eat. "Bitch" he murmured. He ignored her, hoping it would make her realize he needed her out. But she didn't get the message. She climbed down the bed and walked towards him seductively. Hoping she could get him in the mood for another round in the sheets. He turned abruptly before she could touch him. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM BITCH!! He shouted. "I have a wedding to prepare for". Terrified, she quickly took her belongings and exited his room.

         Alone, he took his time to dress up. Usually he had a team of stylists that dressed and made him up after bathing. But he wanted to do it himself for a change. That was Sukey Stones. A multi award winning actress and reality tv host. A lady he was sure most male Americans worshipped, fantasized and probably masturbated to, he thought smiling to himself. But to him, she was nothing more than a bitch. Ready at his beck and call. He had been alive long enough to know a lady can be anything. Anything you want her to be. Anything you ask her to be. It only depended on who was asking. Dressed in a casual wear. Not forgetting his jewelries. He exited the room into the room.