25. Yolani

A COUPLE DAYS LATER…

Opening my eyes because my buzzing phone kept disturbing my sleep, I turned over to feel for it on my nightstand. Locating it, I saw I had a bunch of missed calls from my team, including my father, which wasn't good. I called Nelly back first because I knew she would get right to it without scolding me or putting her opinion on it right away, whatever the hell it was.

My heart hammered in my chest as the line trilled, me climbing out of the bed gingerly as not to wake Cemone. His slumber wouldn't last, regardless, because he noticed when I left the bed, no matter how hard he was sleeping, but I had a little time to process whatever was going on by myself.

Closing the bathroom door, I listened as Nelly picked up.

"What is going on?" I asked her.

Sighing, she said, "Some unnamed source has revealed that you got pregnant at sixteen by your boyfriend and had an abortion."

My stomach dropped as soon as Nelly said the word pregnant because I already knew exactly what she was about to say. Only two people could've let the cat out of the bag, and it was Avery or my ex Brandon.

"Fuck." I palmed my face. "What's the current feedback?"

"Good news is most people don't believe it, but, of course, there are some that believe anything."

"It's true, Nelly," I said, and she got preternaturally quiet, showing how baffled she was.

"Huh? You've never told me this."

"I know, and it isn't something I just tell people in my adult age. Cemone is the first person I told. Other than that, Avery and the ex are the only ones who know. I was young and broke, so I had to tell Avery so he could help me."

"Do you think one of them told?"

"Of course. No one knew. Avery is upset with me because we're beefing, and Brandon is an ex who recently hit me up trying to get me to call him, but I don't know what he wanted to talk about."

"Maybe he needs money or something and was trying to give you a chance to write him a check to keep him from revealing it."

"Possibly. Let me call you back." I quickly hung up and unblocked Avery before calling him.

"Now you need me, huh?" he answered.

"Did you sell this story?"

"What? No. Why would I after all this time, Yolani?"

"Umm, because we're no longer close, and you want to get back at me. Why else? Let's not be dense."

He let out a humorless chuckle, and I knew it was because of my attitude. Avery always said, when mad, I had a tendency to be rude.

"Despite how thirsty, backstabbing, and dick dizzy you've been, little sister, I got too much love for you to do some shit like that. Have you told that boyfriend of yours? He probably exposed it."

"Nice try, nigga. He would never. And little tip, stop calling someone sister when you wanna fuck them. That's a little nasty." I hung up.

Thinking for a bit, I ventured into my direct messages and tapped the phone number Brandon left, praying he would pick up. When he did, I inhaled sharply, listening to his deep voice.

"Brandon, it's Yolani."

"Oh shit, you finally called." He chuckled.

"Yeah, I'm calling because the shit that just came out about me being pregnant at sixteen. Did you reveal that?"

He exhaled heavily before saying, "Nah, Lani, that's what I was trying to talk to you about all this time. Yo' brother, that weird ass nigga Avery, came to me trying to pay me to tell the story, but I turned his ass down."

"When was this?"

"Couple weeks ago. He told me he was trying to give me the opportunity to come up to kind of make amends with me after how he did me, but I told him I wasn't gon' do that to you. I had fucked you over enough in the past."

"Make amends with you? What the fuck did he do to you ?"

Brandon hesitated but then began speaking. "We went out one night, like the night after you got the abortion, and he bought a bottle for us. We drank a little bit, which I only did out of stress about our situation, and then some females came over. This ain't no excuse for me cheating, but I was young and dumb, so when he told me even good niggas cheat and it was a part of our nature, I fell for the shit.

"I was already twisted, stressed the fuck out, and at that age, sex seemed like life, so I went with it."

Hearing this hit me in the worst way. It wasn't because I gave a fuck about Brandon cheating; that was ages ago, and I was onto someone else I loved. It was the fact that this was a similar predicament he'd tried with Cemone. It made me wonder how many times Avery had done this.

"But… you were cheating before that… I thought," I said, unsure of the words I speaking.

"Nah, I wasn't. But after that night, every time Avery wanted to kick it, it was the same shit, and then you found out about all the females."

"Oh my God." I shielded my eyes, feeling the impending headache coming on.

"Lani, I don't know what's been going on with your relationships after me, but I wouldn't trust anything that nigga says. I especially would make sure your man and him ain't friends."

"Why are you just now telling me this!"

"Because, back then, I was scared of that nigga. He always been in the streets and shit, and I was a typical young nigga. And at the end of the day, I still cheated. Ain't like he put a gun to my head. He just presented me with the opportunity and made sure I went through with it."

"Fuck."

"I know you with Cemone now. By the way, don't mention me to that crazy nigga, but tell him watch out for Avery."

"I will," I said, not in the mood to tell the long story of the beef between Cemone and Avery, then the incident in Mississippi. "Could you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

"Say something online about what you just told me. You don't have to if you don't want, but I would appreciate it. I believe your story about Avery trying to convince you to release this information and?—"

"Lani, you ain't gotta explain. It's the least I can do after everything."

"Thank you."

"I can tell you love Cemone, so I want you to protect that from that nigga."

"Cemone doesn't need shielding; he already knows what's up with Avery. But thank you again."

Just as I heard a knock on the bathroom door, I was hanging up with Brandon.

"You bet not be in here creeping on the phone with that nigga." Cemone's brows kissed as he gripped the edge of the door.

"Not really. I crept in here to talk to Nelly without waking you up." I watched him as he ventured to the sink and turned on the warm water to begin brushing his teeth. He stared at me through the mirror, clearly waiting for me to continue. "Considering you just woke up, you haven't seen the news that broke about my teen pregnancy. Avery is the one who got it put out there, and that was what my ex wanted to warn me of since Avery had come to him, trying to pay him to talk first."

"I'm shocked he ain't take it." Cemone began flossing.

"I was too, but he quickly explained how he didn't like Avery and… then he told me that the reason he cheated was because Avery did the same thing he tried to do to you, to him."

I'd had my suspicions, but I figured I was reaching.

Spitting out his mouthwash, Cemone replied, "Told you that nigga be on bullshit. Granted, yo' ex was his own person, and the nigga fucked around because he wanted to, but to know yo' own sibling, no matter how unreal, put that situation together is fucking crazy.

"Asif is my stepbrother, but I can't ever imagine him doing no shit like that and vice versa. Something is wrong with that muthafucka, Yolani."

"I know." I mirrored him, wetting my electric toothbrush before spreading some toothpaste onto it.

Hugging me from behind and kissing on my neck, he whispered, "Don't worry about that shit. Daddy gon' take care of it though."

As badly as I wanted to tell Cemone no, I wasn't going to. It was obvious Avery had only been quiet because he'd been working behind the scenes, and I had a bad feeling about it all.

At one point in time, I thought I was immune to all of Avery's shit, but I realized I wasn't. He would do me dirty just like he would a stranger on the street, and because of that, I would feed him to Cemone, no problem.

We showered together since Cemone was going to take me to eat breakfast, and on the way, I saw Brandon had made his post about Avery. What caught me off guard was my other ex Leif, the one I'd dated after Brandon and Dwayne, also commented.

BigLeif: Damn thought it was just me he did that shit with.

Leif and Brandon still weren't shit, but to know Avery had a pattern of doing this fucked me up. This was someone I'd trusted as not only a brother, but with my career, and all because I didn't return his affections, he did the most.

M y Green Goddess matcha had blown up well beyond what was expected. I figured it would do pretty well considering I had a large fanbase, but it went further than that.

We were constantly sold out of everything, including the cold cup tumblers and mugs, causing me to have to move to a bigger factory who could handle production without sacrificing the quality. Over the next few months, since I was on break from music, we would focus on upping the inventory and sealing deals with a few stores who wanted to feature it, like Target, Walmart, and Sprouts.

Soft music played over the room as the workers for my new flavor launch today readied the room for the long line of fans, curving the block of Hollywood. Tickets were sold out to the event, and I couldn't be more grateful.

"Damn, you for real about to have more money than me," Cemone commented through FaceTime as I showed him the room and the line of people through the doors.

"Shut up. I already do." I lifted my brows.

"We'll see." He stroked his beard sexily.

I wished he could be here, but pre-season conditioning had already started, so he was back to his regularly scheduled program. The upside for me, though, was that since I was on break, I could be with him as much as I wanted when I wasn't filming for one of my movies, working on my matcha company, or doing anything promotional for Fleur Doucé and Halo Makeup. That sounded like a lot, but it was nothing in comparison to the go-go-go vibe of being a professional singer.

I talked with Cemone a bit more, before my father and Nelly let me know it was time for me to get to my area. I would be taking pictures with everyone who bought a ticket, and we would be allowing them to shop the new and exclusive flavors, ten people at a time. Security was heavy for this event, which was needed since some of the people who loved me would go very far.

Three guards stood by each entrance and exit, then I had one on each side of the table and setup I was surrounded by.

Fans were beginning to come in, and it was going smoothly since, so far, people had been well behaved. A few times, we did have to remind people of the purchase limit, just to be sure we had enough for everybody.

"I tasted matcha, and it wasn't too good. I don't get it." My father joked with me, half smiling when I glanced at him off to the side.

He was trying to be nice to me, ignoring the elephant in the room that he hated my boyfriend. I wanted to ask him if he gave Cemone his blessing, but I already knew the answer was no, and it was only confirmed by the fact that Cemone had yet to ask me, even though he'd had the ring for weeks at this point. I would be patient though—give Cemone time to maybe win my dad over, because I knew how important it was to some men to have a father's approval.

"You need to taste your daughter's. So good. My favorite is the new flavor, blackberry maple," Nelly defended, drinking some of it.

We had a setup where people could order a drink, almost like a café, but it was minimal. I was testing the waters because, eventually, I wanted to open an actual Green Goddess café. So far, it seemed to be promising because we had a line already, and the baristas were working nonstop.

"Mine too. Even Cemone likes it," I said, absentmindedly, and I saw my father wince very slightly at the sound of his name. "With sugar added, of course."

"Niggas love everything sweet," Nelly murmured as the next fan approached for a picture and autograph.

"Thank you so much, Yolani. I am your biggest fan!" The pretty girl beamed, wearing a shirt from my latest tour.

"Thank you. Please do not make me cry." I hugged her as Nelly chuckled, snapping pictures.

Just as the sweet fan walked off, the next person stepped up, and I halted, baffled to see Ananda.

"Did you want your picture?" Nelly asked skeptically since she was just staring at me menacingly.

"Get back, Lani." My father stood, hand out.

Without a word, Ananda leaped over the table in order to grab me, but she missed me by several hairs. Before she could even hit the ground, she was scrambling to get to me. Security acted fast, trying to restrain her, but she tried to hit him with a chair, so he tased her.

The whole room was in pure pandemonium, clamoring about loudly at the scene this bitch was making at my event. Security carried her limp frame outside, as I watched in horror, so confused about what the fuck just happened. This bitch barely made a peep, outside of the half birthday issue, and now she was paying to come lunge at me?

"Was that old girl? I just recognized her." Nelly's eyes widened.

"It was." I calmed down some.

"Just relax and let's continue. These people have been waiting all day, Lani," my dad reasoned, and I nodded.

For the next few hours, the event went on, and no other surprise guests popped up. It was nighttime once everything was done, and we'd sold out of matcha, merchandise, and had even run out of milk at the bar.

"Your fans love you, girl. I am so proud of you." Nelly hugged me. "I'm gonna start taking stuff to the car."

"Okay." I half smiled. "Thank you."

Though I was elated about how today had gone, Ananda was still on my mind, and I hadn't gotten a chance to tell Cemone about it. But, two hours ago, Nelly had already let me know that the video of what went down was already making its rounds on the internet. Therefore, it was no surprise that I had eight missed calls from Cemone and a text saying he was on his way to me.

Me: I'm fine. I will just come to your house after.

"That's what you want?" My father's deep voice bounced off the walls of the quiet room since no one was here and the cleanup crew had left to remove all trash.

"What do you mean?"

"Is this what you want." He looked around the room, but I somehow knew he was speaking on the incident earlier.

"No."

"That's what life will be like when you decide to share it with a man like Cemone."

"No it won't, because this will be resolved."

"You cannot be this naive, Yolani. I raised you better than that. And the only reason they're acting out is because he is still sleeping with them."

I chuckled.

"No, he isn't. They're acting like that because he isn't sleeping with them."

"Yeah, I'm sure that's what he told you. Have you spoken to them?"

"No, but I plan to. I don't need to speak to them, though, to confirm that he's not fucking them, Daddy. I know my man."

"Sure." He threw his hands up. "I will see you this weekend at the factory." He turned to leave.

As he walked off, Cemone appeared, coming from the back. They made eye contact but exchanged no words.

"You aight?" Cemone neared me, inspecting me a bit.

"I am. I told you that you didn't need to come."

"I ain't wanna hear all that. I hate I didn't hear about the shit until way later. Fuck." He seemed to be swimming in his own thoughts. "I know I was against that talk shit, but maybe you right. I want you in my life forever, and shit like this can't be happening. Solene been cool as of late, but it's like a switch went off with Ananda's stupid ass."

"I think that's a great idea. Maybe they just need an understanding."

He shook his head, peering into my eyes as he pulled me close.

"If not, I'm gon' have to handle it in another way, because ain't shit stopping us from getting that happily ever after shit."

"Facts." I simpered, waiting for his lips to touch mine.

I prayed we could talk shit out with the ladies and be civil, because that was preferable over whatever crazy ass Cemone had in mind.

P ulling into a parking spot, the driver of the truck that picked me up shut the engine off, then hopped out to open the door for me.

"Thanks." I stepped down, eyeing the large building.

Cemone had asked me to come, and I didn't know why. I'd Googled the place, but all it said was that it was a pricey event space. Maybe he was throwing me a surprise party like I'd done for him, since during the scavenger hunt, he'd told me to wear something white and sexy. I did.

Walking to the entrance, I stepped inside, enjoying the sweet scent of the air. I didn't know what it was, but it was quite enticing.

Venturing further, I found Cemone in the large ballroom, lights somewhat low and romantic. The floor was covered in white, red, and pink petals. He stood near a small table, looking so handsome. He was dressed up, the way he did when he went to sports award shows and stuff, making me wonder why things were so formal.

"What is all this?" I asked, eyeing the pretty decorations of the place. It looked like a wedding or reception room, but I knew it wasn't.

I'd explained to Cemone I wanted a private and intimate ceremony, but I explicitly stated I needed my parents and family there. So I knew this wasn't some impromptu wedding.

"Come sit." He pulled the decorative chair out for me.

I met him at the table and tilted my head back for a kiss before following orders.

"Now can you answer me?" I smiled when he sat across from me.

"I went to yo' pops and asked him for his blessing to marry you. Do you wanna know what he said?"

"No, I don't."

"You sure?"

"Yes. I don't care, and you shouldn't listen to him."

Cemone smiled gently, his face so sexy I couldn't take it.

"I like that. But he actually gave it to me."

"What? Are you sure you didn't mistake what he said?" I bucked my eyes. He couldn't have been talking about Darrell Ian, the man who abhorred Cemone Compton.

"I'm not." He laughed. "He only gave it to me, though, to call my bluff. Said he didn't believe I really wanted to marry you. And that he wouldn't allow me to use him as an excuse not to man up and do it, so he gave that shit to me."

Of course he put it like that. I rolled my eyes at the thought.

"Well, once he gets to know you, he won't think of you in that way. He'll learn you don't say what you don't mean."

"Right." Cemone leaned back to dig into his pocket, and my breath hitched when he rose some and then got down onto his knee. "So by saying all that shit, would you marry me, baby? I love you more than I ever thought I could love another fucking person. Everything about you. Everything I've done and will do since the day I met you, is for Yolani. And if you say yes, my life's goal is gon' be to keep you happy. I won't know a luckier muthafucka than the nigga that gets to call you his wife. So am I lucky or what?"

"Yes, I will and yes, you are." I eyed the ring as he opened the box. My smile fell as I realized it was the exact ring I had described to him that day he asked. I thought he was being facetious, flirty, and funny, but he was serious as he said he was. "You listened," I whispered more so to myself.

"Of course. I told you that shit, but you always thought a nigga was on bullshit. Just like yo' damn daddy." He slid it onto my finger, and it fit perfectly, making me tear up.

"Sorry." I took the cloth napkin from the table and dabbed my eyes.

"No need for that." He kissed my forehead. "Would you marry me right now?"

"Um… yeah, I would, but I really want my parents there. Give me some time to convince my dad to come, and then we can set it up." I caressed his face, toying with his beard for a minute.

As I pecked him, I saw the curtain to my left start to draw back and reveal a group of people. As their faces began to register, I was shocked to see the Compton boys, their wives, Lisara, Prime, Asif, Banks, Yailey, Nelly, my mom, grandparents, and most surprisingly, my dad. I saw Cemone's parents holding Blakely and Callen, who were cheesing widely at the sight of us.

Behind them was a whole setup, including the altar, seats, the exact humongous flowers I told Cemone I'd like to have at my wedding, as well as every other small detail I'd thrown out. As he typed on his phone while I yapped, I thought he was texting and half listening, but he had to have been jotting it down.

"If he loves you enough to change his ways, I won't be the one to stop him, sweetheart," my dad called out.

He gave me a dogged smile, making it look painful, and I returned it as some older black man clutching a laptop stepped up.

"So are we doing this?" he asked.

"Yeah…" I glanced at Cemone for an explanation.

"He's the officiant. We can fill out the marriage license now and then have the ceremony. Up to you though."

As weird as this was, it was perfect and private. It was just for us and wouldn't be marred by tabloids, blogs, and reporters like a big elaborate wedding would.

"I'm ready." I smiled.

The officiant fully introduced himself and explained the process as our families indulged in small plates, appetizers, and cocktails from the bar.

We filled everything out, signed off, and then it was time for the ceremony. Presley, Scotland, Nelly, Analicia, and Couture were all wearing the color lavender, which was my favorite color and perfect for them to be bridesmaids. The whole theme was decorated in my favorite colors and the same scheme I'd told Cemone I'd have in my small ceremony.

I was nervous but the good kind as I held tightly onto my bouquet, watching my future niece Harmony sprinkle flowers along the aisle. Soft wedding music played as my father linked arms with me, and I was surprised to see him with such a sentimental expression. He didn't say a word as we proceeded on, him taking me to Cemone, who stood at the altar looking so deliciously handsome, like always.

The two men made eye contact, before my father took a seat next to my mother and Yailey, who I could see was making fast friends with Khari's daughter.

Cemone thumbed the backs of my hands lovingly as we watched each other, listening to the officiant, Mr. Wells, speak over our vows. I hadn't had time to come up with anything, so Cemone and I just went along with the normal speech given, before we sealed it all with an exchange of rings and a kiss, bringing on a chorus of cheers from our family and friends.

I wasn't able to buy Cemone a ring because I had no idea about this, so we agreed to the one he was wearing being a temporary one until I got something I liked for him.

We took it to the dance floor, and when the deejay dropped "I'm Ready" by Tevin Campbell, I began to giggle as Cemone watched me with a warm smile.

"I know you love this damn song."

"I do." I nodded, staring up at him. "You did a perfect job, baby. I mean, how long have you been planning this?"

"For about a month. Once I got the ring, I started setting shit in motion. To be honest, I just gave all the details to my mama and sisters, then told them to send me the bill. I ain't into all this party planning shit."

"Well, this was so perfect. Today, I didn't think I'd be ending the night as your wife, but the fact that I am has me so giddy."

"I hope horny too." He spoke against my neck, before kissing it.

"Let's enjoy the party first, Cemone," Lisara called out, making my mother laugh.

Cemone shot his mother a look that basically said yeah right, then focused back on me with a salacious and devilish smirk.

"I ain't gotta pull out either."

"Oh my gosh. What is you niggas obsession with that?" I asked, snickering.

"Feels better when you can leave it in. How long you got off?"

"A year." I couldn't stop grinning as I looked into his pretty eyes, enjoying the music and him and everything about tonight. I couldn't remember a time before I met Cemone that I was this happy.

I'd been happy at moments and times, especially with all my success, but happy on a constant and consistent basis had been something I wasn't used to. Nothing really bothered me too much, and I recognized it was all thanks to Cemone.

"That's enough time to have a baby, don't you think?"

"Yep." I felt the warmness of my cheeks as I smiled.

His lips met mine, and though I tried to keep it modest, when he parted my lips with his soft ones, I fell in line. Whenever he got like this, it was hard for me to remember where we were and keep my composure.

Cheers came about, and then when the song switched to Jagged Edge's "Let's Get Married," the other couples joined us on the dance floor. We danced for a few more songs, before Cemone had to remove my garter. I gave him a look to remind him not to do too much in front my of father, who already didn't like his ass. Of course, Cemone didn't listen, sucking the skin of my inner thigh and more before sliding it off to shouts from his brothers. Everybody was happy and having a good time, even my father who danced with his wife to several songs the deejay had played from their time.

"So how long before we get our baby?" Banks asked me as she sat at the beautifully decorated table with every one of us to eat.

"Banks!" Lisara furrowed her brows.

"I'm working on it soon." Cemone sat back, tuxedo jacket off and Van Cleef necklaces on display. I loved that he wore those. It wasn't too much I didn't love about him.

I couldn't believe this time last year, I was rolling my eyes, talking shit about his antics to Nelly and how he couldn't pay me to even go on a date with him. Now, here I was, having just married the man. It was a sure testament to his skill.

His brothers slapped hands with him as all the ladies at the table groaned, and so did my father, before looking me over. I knew he was telepathically trying to remind me of the favor he'd asked of me, but he could give it up. If I didn't have a baby with Cemone within in the next year or more, it would be because God didn't want me to, not because I was listening to my father.

What he didn't understand was that I wouldn't marry a man I wouldn't have kids with, so his favor made absolutely no sense. Holding back from procreating for any other reason besides time, money, or location meant that you shouldn't be marrying that person regardless.

I promptly looked away from him, kissing Cemone to further cement that my father's wish would not be granted.

By the end of the night, Cemone and I were riding off into the night to our suite at the SLS. He'd gotten our tickets to Greece for our actual honeymoon, but tonight, we'd just celebrate our union.

"Cemone," I whispered once he hit the lights to the suite that looked like a pricey New York apartment instead of a simple suite. He'd spared no expense.

As I stared out of the floor-to-ceiling windows to take in the scenery, he came up behind me, fingers already dragging my zipper down my back. I moved my hair and let the dress fall before turning to face him, as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. Thankfully I'd worn lingerie, figuring after this date he'd planned that we would be having sex anyway. It definitely had come in handy.

Without words, he scooped me up and carried me back to the bedroom where I realized the bed had been covered in roses. Next to it, were three flavors of Whipshots, making the both of us smile lasciviously. The room was dimly lit with a few faux candles around to give us just enough illumination.

"Pick one. Handcuffs or rope?" He picked the two up off the nightstand.

"For who? You?" I propped myself up on the bed.

"Nah, you. You promised when we got married, I could tie yo' ass up."

My jaw slacked as I remembered, but it was during sex, and I didn't think he was serious. I had a tendency to agree to whatever this nigga wanted when he was fucking me.

"Cemone," I whined.

"Which one?"

Seeing he was serious and wouldn't budge, I asked, "What are you gonna do?"

"I ain't gon' do shit you don't like, baby."

"Then why do you have to tie me up?" I laughed when he scoffed.

"Make sure you don't fucking run." He set them down to remove his dress shirt and to reveal his chiseled body hidden under the wife beater. All those tattoos gave him such a thuggish sex appeal that I couldn't get enough of.

I studied both options and decided on the rope since it seemed like I could easily free myself in case I needed to. I trusted Cemone, but he was freaky and sometimes insatiable for a long period, so I had to be sure I could break free if needed.

"Rope."

He smirked evilly, making me think I chose wrong, before removing my heels for me and climbing onto the bed in just his boxers. Kissing me hungrily, he got in between my legs, pushing my hands up and starting to tie my wrists. His kisses were so sensual that by the time he pulled away, it was only then that I realized he'd latched me to the headboard.

Standing on his knees, he chuckled in that deep, raspy tenor as he grabbed the caramel Whipshot with one hand, unclasping my bra that snapped in the front with the other.

Covering my nipples with the vodka laced cream, he sucked it off in a way that made my back bow against the bed. He switched to the other, then put a little in between to do the same.

"Mmm." He moaned, sucking more cream off my body as he went down.

I could feel the wetness dampening my panties as he sucked on my lower stomach area and down, while pulling at my panties. Pushing my thighs up, he kissed my lower lips before starting to lap at my clit, making me whimper.

Keeping my legs up and apart, he began sucking and laving at my clit, causing my pelvis to tighten before I came. My wrists yanked at the rope as my body writhed against the bed, Cemone refusing to remove his mouth from between my legs. His big hand traveled upward, gripping the front of my throat as he continued sucking, lapping, licking, and slipping his masterful tongue inside of me.

"Oh my gosh!" I cried out, legs shaking as he held my clit hostage in his mouth.

I was unbelievably wet, soaking the bedclothes under me, but Cemone hadn't tapped out yet. As I whimpered softly, feeling him lick slowly between my folds, I started to come down from my back-to-back orgasms, only for Cemone to bring me to the edge of another one.

His hands roved over me, caressing my breasts, nipples, stomach, and then venturing down to cup my ass, burying his face between my legs. I felt my wetness coat his beard, chin, and down my ass as my body quivered uncontrollably.

Finally, he came up for air, and I was willing to tap out already. Because the rope had a little length to it, Cemone turned me over, pulling my hips upward some. Kneading my ass, he sucked on my neck from behind as the head of him knocked at my entrance.

I felt him barge inside, making me bite the pillow as he groaned out of pleasure. No matter how wet I was, Cemone always filled me completely, making me feel like I had no room left inside of me.

"Fuck, baby." He pushed deeper and deeper inside, making me gush seemingly as he slow stroked, caressing my frame during. "Love seeing that pretty ass pussy from the back."

I could tell he was watching by his slow, controlled glides in and out of me.

He spanked my ass, gripping it roughly after as he began to pound me with a medium pace. His hand ventured to the front of my neck, gripping it lightly the way I liked. My new favorite thing was when he choked me lightly during doggy. Cemone had introduced me to it and now I was obsessed, biting my lip as he beat it up with his hand splayed around my neck.

Our skin clashed together loudly as we moaned in harmony, me unable to do much of anything due to being tied up. I rained down his shaft, pulsing around him and causing him to call out sexily.

"Shit." I sniveled just before he slipped his hand into my hair, yanking it some as he beat it up effortlessly.

Tugging me upright by my hair, he tilted my head back to kiss me nastily. His free hand caressed my stomach, my nipples, and toyed with my clit in such a flawless rhythm as he fucked me from behind that I couldn't do anything but whimper in response.

"This shit mine forever." He talked against my mouth, fingers still wrapped up in my tresses. Soon after, he lowered me back, allowing me to lay my head on the pillow.

My wetness could be heard throughout the room as Cemone hammered me, good grip on my hair with one hand, and a grip on my ass with the other. Finally, as my body released again, Cemone bent down to tongue me down from behind before sliding out.

Lying on his back, he lifted me some to slide under, bringing my pussy down onto his face. He wasted no time sucking on me, French kissing my pussy while keeping me in place with his hands on my ass. He moaned as he ate me out, lapping up every bit of nectar I released, while holding my thighs in a vice grip so that I couldn't move.

My body was spent, boneless, as Cemone switched speeds on his tongue, taking me so far over the edge my body jerked from cumming, yanking the rope. I only realized then that he'd gotten such a long rope so he could put me in different positions. However, it wasn't long enough for me to go anywhere.

My body was covered in perspiration at this point as it vibrated from releasing into his mouth yet again. Kissing and sucking my stomach a bit, he moved my body some so that I was right above his dick and then sank my sopping wet pussy down onto him.

"Fuck." He let out a groan from the depths of his soul. "I feel like a nigga should be paying for this good shit." He grunted sexily.

For a moment, I wound my hips on him, taking control despite having no real access to my hands. His whole bottom half was seemingly drenched because of me as I glided my pussy up and down his thick pole. My legs were weak, but this felt too good, and I was too on the verge of another orgasm to give up now.

"Baby," I cried out, gripping the rope for leverage as I came apart above him.

His hands roamed me, squeezing my breasts at some moments and smacking, grabbing my ass at others.

"You so fucking sexy. Shit." He watched me closely as I tried my best to come back from the orgasm, but it was a futile effort.

Holding me to him, he controlled our movements, despite me being on top of him. I'd lost count of how many times I'd cum, so I knew my body and legs wouldn't be worth shit after this.

Like with his tongue, Cemone fucked me slow, fast, medium, and everything under the sun before I was wetting up his lap some more and crying out his name.

He yanked the rope so that it caused me to collapse onto him, and kissing ensued as we lay there, chest to chest, him sinking deeper inside of me and causing me to gasp against his lips. He pounded my pussy relentlessly until I couldn't even kiss him back, only call out against his lips as he bit and sucked mine, moaning in between.

Lifting me up so he could slide out, he got back behind me, spraying the Whipshot along the crack of my ass. His tongue went back to work, him spreading my ass cheeks to really get in there until there was no cream left. Flipping me onto my back, he pushed my legs back and thrusted inside, biting his lip as he pinned my thighs to my chest.

For the next five minutes, he beat it up in this position as we both moaned loudly, and I doused him, the bed, and all down my ass from having several orgasms until finally he released.

Falling down onto me, he was still moaning and groaning, and the sound had me feeling myself since Cemone claimed he wasn't a moaner. But every time we had sex, his moans were scarce but not absent, especially when he was finishing, like now. I found it sexy, however, the thought making me kiss on his tattooed neck as he tried to recover from it, scratching at the pillow a bit while groaning.

Our mouths finally gravitated to one another's, as we lay there kissing passionately, him still inside of me. Afterward, he finally untied me, before we showered together and ended the night with a massage to my soon-to-be sore body.

We would've gone for another round, but we had to be up early for our honeymoon. I couldn't wait to vacation with my husband for the first time.

Today had been so perfect and everything I wanted. Cemone had really gone all out for me, even getting my father to be here tonight, which was probably his biggest feat. He really lived by his anything for Yolani motto, and I could get used to it.

Because of all his hard work, I woke him with Whipshot head.