She looks at me through glazed-over eyes as I bend her over the massive audio mixer. Her naked tits and trembling arms fuck up all the switches and dials that Tre has set perfectly. He’s going to kill me later, but right now, all I care about is sinking into Ayana’s hot wet pussy.
“You want more?” I ask as I grab her pajama pants and yank them down her legs, revealing her brown caramel ass. She’s not wearing any panties. I hid them all when she moved in for the week.
“Yes,” she moans as she grips the end of the mixer and turns back with a challenging look. “Stick your cock in me, please. I want to feel it in deep.”
Without another word, I spread her legs apart, grip my hard cock, and guide it to her tight little hole. We both moan as I thrust all the way in with one hard pump of my hips.
Her pussy clamps down around me and I just hold it in there for a few seconds, enjoying the wet warmth as I stretch her open.
She’s been here all week and we’ve fucked so many times, but she’s still virgin tight. Every time I feel her squeezing me, I feel like I’m going to pass out from the intense pleasure.
This time I don’t start off slow. She’s already had an orgasm and this pussy is ready to go. I hit her with hard savage thrusts, jerking her back and forth across the audio mixer as she screams out so loudly that it hurts my ears.
We both cum hard and then collapse onto the floor, gripping each other as we try to catch our breath.
That equipment is worth hundreds of thousands of dollars and we just had sex all over it. I don’t even care. It was worth it.
Fucking Ayana is priceless.
And as soon as my cock recovers from these two intense orgasms, I’m going to do it again…
Chapter Nine
Ayana
“Looks like you’re prepared,” Cathy says with a nod as I finish practicing my presentation. “I like it when my workers come to win.”
I take a deep breath as the excitement builds. I knew she’d like it. I worked so hard on this project and now it’s finally time to present it to DeMarcus. He’ll be here within the hour.
I’m presenting my ideas for the launch of his record label. It’s going to be a huge hit, I just know it, and I’m so happy to be able to be a part of it.
We’ve been dating for two months now, but I haven’t seen him all week. He’s been doing shows in Europe while I’ve been working day and night to make sure that everything goes right with the launch. We talk every night over FaceTime and he always talks me into giving him a show…
The excitement builds with every second I wait for him to arrive. My pulse is racing and adrenaline is surging through my veins. I really want to get this right for him. He’s already given me so much and I want to contribute something to his dream.
I know how much the record label means to him. So, naturally, it means a lot to me too.
I hear the commotion when he comes in and my skin starts to tingle. He’s barking at one of the cute younger guys and grilling him if he’s been staring at my ass.
He can be a possessive caveman sometimes, but I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t like it.
“DeMarcus!” I call out as I step into the hall.
His eyes darken when he spots me and then he comes charging over with his massive chest heaving out ravenous breaths.
I can tell from the hungry look in his eyes that he wants me on the conference table right now but this is all about business. I have to stay professional even if he refuses to.
He tries to take me into his arms, but I step back and put my hand up.
His face drops like I’m breaking his heart. I can’t help but giggle a little.
“Thank you for coming in, Mr. Elba,” I say as I thrust my hand into his. “And thank you for staying professional while I present my ideas to you about the launch of your upcoming record label.”
His jaw tightens as I give him a look that tells him he better agree. He’s not the only one who can bark out demands. I’m just much more subtle about it.
“Please, have a seat,” I say as I step inside and offer him a chair.
“I haven’t seen you in a week,” he growls.
“We’re here as work associates,” I say as I stand in front of the room. “And we will remain as such until five o’clock when I will get naked and fuck your brains out.”
The tightness in his jaw eases a bit as he watches me with sparkling eyes.
“All right, Miss Lockett. Let’s see what you got for me.”
He sits back in the chair and crosses his big tattooed arms as he looks at my first slide.
“Cathy, Tre,” I say, waving them in to join us. They’re hiding in the hallway, too afraid to go near DeMarcus when he’s in the middle of doing his caveman thing.
They take seats at the table and I begin.
For the next forty minutes, I go over the whole launch strategy that I came up with for the recording label, including the ads I want to run, the gorilla marketing campaigns using social media I plan to kick off, the parties I plan to throw with which celebrities I would like to invite, and the endorsement deals I set up that will pay for it all.
DeMarcus has his business face on and is listening closely. The loving look he normally gives me is nowhere to be seen. It’s replaced with a ruthless stare as he picks apart every idea and analyzes it from every direction in his genius mogul mind.
He’s the smartest man I’ve ever met and I know that he won’t sugarcoat anything when it comes to his business, even for me. I have to be on my A-game when pitching my company MREX to him, and so far I think I’m doing a good job. At least, I hope I am. He’s got a killer poker face that hasn’t moved since I started. He’s given nothing away.
“Any questions?” I ask when I’m done.
I feel drops of sweat trickling down my back as I try to appear calm even though my heart is pounding. My boss is watching and I really want to impress her so I can start taking on more important clients in addition to No-Bility.
But it’s DeMarcus that really has me nervous. I don’t want to let him down.
He sits up in his chair and narrows his eyes on me.
I gulp.
“What do you mean that the companies will pay for it all?” he asks in a low voice. “What’s my out of pocket expenses?”
“Nothing,” I say with a firm nod. “Like I said, I have brand endorsements lined up to pay for the parties, which will also pay for the ads and everything else, as long as their products are featured at the launch party. You won’t have to pay for a thing. Except, maybe a drink for your hot girlfriend.”
His stern face cracks a little and I see the DeMarcus I’ve fallen in love with shinning through in a grin. It’s gone as quickly as it appears.
“It’s good,” he says after a few minutes of making me wait with my stomach churning. “It’s really good. Brand endorsements… Tre why didn’t you think of that?”
Tre shrugs as I burst out into a smile. “You like it? Really?”
“Great job,” Cathy says. She has a proud look on her face as she nods at me. “Very good.”
Everyone else starts pitching in ideas, building upon mine, and the room is filled with excitement as it all takes form. I’m so proud of myself and of the work I’ve done. I’m going to help DeMarcus with his dream and fulfill mine in the process.
“Have you picked out a name yet?” I ask him. It’s the only thing he’s having trouble with. He can’t seem to pick a name for the recording label.
He shakes his head with a grunt. “Not yet. I’m working on it.”
We work a little longer until DeMarcus gets a desperate look in his eyes. I swallow hard when I see him turn to Cathy and Tre and kick them out. At least he’s nicer this time.
“Can you give us the room?” He still says it like it’s non-negotiable, but at least he asks.
They quickly leave and close the door behind them.
I know that look and my pussy starts to react immediately, getting wet and ready for
DeMarcus’ big cock.
He comes forward, but instead of grabbing me in his powerful hands, he drops to a knee and pulls out a tiny box.
My hands fly to my mouth as I gasp. I’m shaking all over as he opens it and reveals a gorgeous diamond ring. I don’t know how many carats it is, but it’s enough to need sunglasses to look at.
“That’s a ring,” I say in a breathless tone.
“I wanted to wait,” he says as he looks at me with so much love and devotion in his beautiful eyes that it makes me cry. “I wanted to make it special. A sunset in Maui, on top of the Eiffel Tower, something, anything better than this, but I just can’t wait, baby. I can’t wait any longer. It hurts too much not to have you as my wife. I need to be married to you now. I need you to be my wife.”
There’s so much pain and anguish in his eyes as he waits for my answer. I can see how much he wants this and that’s more romantic than any sunset or beach.
I imagine how hard this week must have been for him with us separated. Probably as hard as it was for me.
It was never a one-night thing that he had planned for me. I see that clearly now. He was all-in from the beginning.
And now, it’s time for me to go all-in with him.
‘Will you marry me, baby? Please say yes. Please.”
“Yes!” I say as the tears run down my cheeks. “Yes, I’ll marry you!”
He jumps up, grabs me, and spins around as he yells out in happiness.
The ring is somewhere on the floor, but it doesn’t matter. I have all I need right here.
Him.
Three days later, we’re getting married on the beach in Maui.
The sun is on my shoulders, the sand between my toes, and the man I love most is holding my hands as we exchange vows.
My parents and sister are watching from my side of the aisle. Madison too. They’re all so happy for me even if they still can’t believe that I’m marrying the guy who is on every poster in my old bedroom at my parent’s home.
DeMarcus’ parents are here too along with Tre and his mother.
It’s a beautiful day and a moment I’ll treasure forever.
The minister tells us we’re married and that it’s time to kiss.
Everyone laughs as DeMarcus lunges on me. He catches me and takes me into his big strong arms as he kisses me sweeter than he’s ever kissed me before.
When he finally pulls away, we’re married.
And I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.
Chapter Ten
Ayana
“VIP, mother fuckers!” Madison shouts as we step out of the limo in front of the club. There’s a long line around the corner but this time we’re not waiting in it.
“Madison,” I say with a shake of my head. “How about a little bit of graciousness?”
She scoffs. “I’ve been waiting in line my whole life and now I’m VIP!” she yells the last part as she struts into the club with her hands in the air.
The Russian bouncer is holding the door open and nodding at us as we go in. DeMarcus has his arm draped around my shoulder as he guides me in.
Everyone is yelling at him and going nuts, but his only focus is on me. I love that about him. How everything can be complete chaos around us and he’s the calm center, only concerned with me.
We’re home from Hawaii and having a little party to celebrate with friends who weren’t invited to the small intimate wedding on the beach.
I let DeMarcus lead me through the crowd to the VIP section where my friends from high school are already waiting with drinks. Oh my God… their faces when I walk in and they see me with No-Bility! I wish I had a camera. I left my purse and phone in the limo. Dalia’s gaping jaw is touching her chest!
They all rush over and swarm my new husband, taking selfies and introducing themselves. I have to fight back the territorial snarl that’s rumbling up and remember that DeMarcus only has eyes for me.
Once they get their pictures and autographs, I steal him away for a moment.
“You okay?” he asks with a concerned look on his face.
I smile as I stand up on my toes and lift my chin. He kisses my lips and I sigh in relief. “I just needed that.”
“I’ll get you a drink. Vodka?”
I shake my head. I managed to get the producers of his vodka to change the recipe, so now it’s amazing and the sales have quadrupled.
“What would you like?”
“Cranberry juice.”
He tilts his head as he looks at me funny. “This is supposed to be a celebration.”
“I am celebrating,” I tell him with a big smile. “Believe me, I’m celebrating.”
“Then, why aren’t you drinking?”
It dawns on him when he sees my hands sliding over my stomach, cradling it.
“No!”
His eyes go so wide that I can’t help but laugh.
“You’re pregnant? Ayana, are you pregnant?”
I nod and he drops to his knees in front of me. He wraps his big protective arms around my body and kisses my stomach before dropping his forehead onto it and saying ‘thank you’ under his breath.
This man is a dream. I can’t wait to have his child and I can’t wait to see him as a father.
I cup his cheeks and guide his head up until he’s looking into my eyes.
“Are you happy?” I ask him.
He’s got tears in his eyes. I’d say yes.
“So fucking happy,” he says with a shake of his head. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
I lean down, kiss him on the lips, and we hold each other tight, knowing that our whole lives are going to change…
…and excited for every minute of it.
Epilogue
Ayana
Eight months later…
“Holy shit,” Madison says as she openly stares across the huge banquet hall. “That’s DJ Dredge. There’s like a million celebrities here.”
She turns to me with her mouth hanging open. “When the hell did you get cool? This is so not fair. I thought we were going to be dorks forever and now you’re married to the biggest rapper on the planet and you’re friends with Andre Hightower. Fuck, he’s tall.”
She’s looking up at Andre who at six foot nine is one of the best new players in the NBA. He’s also a friend of DeMarcus. And me.
Speaking of which… I hand Madison a beer and head over to Andre to chat him up. I’m always on the lookout for stars to bring into the MREX family.
“Great party, Ayana,” he says from near the ceiling. “This record label is going to be off the hook.”
I have to crane my neck all the way back to see him. Either that or get a ladder. “It’s all DeMarcus,” I say. “I just put the party together. He’s been working so hard on his label and it’s going to blow up. We have a lot of exciting new artists coming out next year. Just wait and see.”
He rubs his big hands together as he nods. “Do you do PR for athletes?”
I start to get that tingly excited feeling as I clear my throat and nod, trying to act cool. “Absolutely. Let me give you my card. We can talk about it this week.”
“All right,” he says as he swallows the card in his giant hands. “Let’s do lunch.”
DeMarcus isn’t going to like that, but he can come along if he has a problem with it. My obsessive man is still possessive as ever over me even though I’m eight months pregnant. He’s even more so now that I have his baby growing in my womb.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he hisses when we catch up later. “This belly… It’s getting me rock hard seeing you like this.”
“Save it for after your party,” I say, swatting his mischievous hands away. “You still have to make your speech and reveal the name, whatever it is.”
“You want to know?” he asks with a grin.
“I’m dying to know. I’ve been dying to know for the past eight months.”
“Then stay right here.”
He barrels through the
crowd and hops onto the stage. Everyone starts turning and shutting their mouths when he grabs the mic.
He starts spitting out a freestyle rap that I heard him working on in the shower this morning. I grin as I watch the whole hall start to erupt as he builds it up to a roaring finish. Everyone cheers and shouts as he paces around the stage like a black panther.
He’s such a badass. He’s so fucking hot.
I still can’t believe he’s mine. Sometimes when we’re out in the chaos of public or when he’s sleeping on the couch next to me, I just stare at him in disbelief that I get to take his hand or kiss his lips whenever I want.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that.
He thanks everyone for coming and then his eyes lock onto mine.
“I couldn’t have done this without you, Ayana,” he says as he waves me up. I feel my cheeks blushing as I walk up to the stage. Cathy gives me a high five as I pass her.
Ever the gentleman, DeMarcus comes over, takes my hand, and helps me up the stairs. I’m not as agile as I was a few months ago with my big belly.
He totally would have done all of this without me, but I’m glad that I got to help him get here. I’m going to help him get this record label to the top. There’s no doubt about that.
“You are my everything, baby,” he says as he looks into my eyes. I still get lost in his brown eyes every time he looks at me like this. The people, the lights, the cameras, they all melt away and all I focus on is him. “Pull down this string and let’s find out the name.”
There’s a large red cloth covering the new sign and I grab the golden rope and pull it down. The cloth tumbles down and I smile when I see the name of DeMarcus’ record label, Queen Ayana Records.
“What did you do?” I ask as I feel my grinning cheeks start to blush.
“Every empire needs a queen and you’re mine. And I couldn’t think of a more beautiful name for my record label than yours.”
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