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No. 12 ♡

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"Yo', what the fuck!?" Pierre yelled into his phone. We had just boarded the private jet for Colombia. It was DeAnthony, Mila, Marilyn, Pierre and I.

"Que mierda sea mejor en," he said. Spanish wasn't my core subject and I hated it.

"Y'all niggas better get that shit back before I get back. Y'all got two weeks. I'll know if y'all niggas ain't doing y'all shit right. I got my fucking eyes!" He yelled.

I knew he was talking about me. I informed him that one of his mans setting his shit up.

He paid forty million dollars for three hundred kilo's of cocaine. Then he got sold over six hundred thousand grams of weed with a twelve million dollar profit. I'm still tripping on how you spend forty million dollars on cocaine.

He working his way up to the top of the charts. Bringing in more shit than five empires combined!

"Have my shit! And that nigga who been messing with me find that nigga. Starve that nigga and when I get back I'm going to get the elephants," he said before hanging up.

The elephants? The fuck he about to do. "What's the elephants?" I asked.

"An animal, duh," he laughed. I slapped his arm.

"What the fuck the elephant gots to do with killing somebody?" I asked.

"We just going take a trip to Africa and have the elephants crush his ass," he responded. I never heard of this shit before. Cool my nigga, cool.

"I never been to Colombia. How is it?" I asked changing the subject.

"I stayed over there for eighteen years, so I got a lil' some. The diversity is great. Just different cultures you feel me? Its a tropical paradise. The views are great and I got a place to show you. Then the women. The women are so beautiful. You'll fit right in love. People will be more attracted to you because they are fascinated with black women. Please don't snap on someone if they ask to touch your hair or skin. Also the emeralds. The most astonishing you'll ever see. You will love it Hampton," he cheesed.

I smiled. "Why would you want to leave?" I asked. "I really didn't want to, but I had to. It's personal reasons. I could never go back to stay," he said. I nodded my head not wanting to push the issue even more.

"Who taught you English?" I asked. "Madrina Alma. She started teaching me since I was three," he said.

"You're Colombian, but your name is French," I said.

"My godfather was French. You asking a lot of questions," he said. I laughed.

"I'm trying to get to know my fiance," I said. He smiled showing his pure white teeth.

"Wait until our honeymoon. Then you'll have everything you need to know," he winked.

I became moist in between my legs and quickly closed them.

"You're something else," I said. The thought then clicked in my head. We getting our marriage license as soon as we come back. I need a prenuptial agreement. He could be doing more than just trying to be legal.

"We're getting a prenuptial agreement right?" I asked. He scrunched his face. "A pre-nup?" He asked. I nodded my head.

"Why the fuck we need a pre-nup!?" He yelled. Why the fuck he gots to yell? I got loud back.

"Maybe we need a fucking prenuptial agreement because we're only getting married to make you legal. Nothing more, even though some dick would be nice, but nothing more," I mumbled the last part.

"We don't need a fucking pre-nup and we ain't getting one. You're my fiancée and all my stuff is your stuff and vice versa. End of fucking discussion. If you want the dick that bad I'll just take you to the bathroom right now and bend you over," he smirked.

He caressed my thigh and for a moment I thought about taking that offer.

"Wait until we get to the hotel," I said. "I can't wait that long," he responded.

He grabbed my hand literally snatching me from my seat and pulling me toward the bathroom. Marilyn winked at me.

Instead of going into the bathroom the jet had another section. Pierre closed the door. "This room sound proof, love. You can scream all you want," he said.

Was he really about to do this? "Pierre look I was just playing," I laughed. My voice was very shaky.

"I don't play games, love,"

He pulled my sun dress from over my head. He snatched off my panties, like no stepping out he snatched them off.  He unbuckeld his pants and stripped. He sat down on the long sofa and motion me to sit on his lap which I did.

He played in my wetness and massaged my clit with his thumb. A moan escaped my lips as I stroked him. I was tired of the teasing so I guided the tip of his dick to my soaking pussy.

"Aaaahhh," I moaned as I eased all the way down on his thick member. I winced in pain from his size as I slowly slid up and down. From the way Pierre was looking you can tell he was enjoying this.

He un-hooked my bra revealing my perky breast, which he slowly massaged. He sat up grabbing a hold of my breast, he sunk his teeth into my right breast teasing my nipple. He repeated the same process with the other.

The excitement made me bounce on his dick faster and faster. "Slow down, love," he said as he grabbed my hips slowing me down. I put my hands on his chest trying to slow down.

"Pierre!" I moaned as I brought him deeper into me. "Ahh mierda, damn Hampton," he grunted as he played with my clit.

"Pierre, fuck me please!" I screamed. I bounced faster on his dick and he started to hit my spot. "Right there Pierre, oh thats my spot," I moaned.

I changed the motion of my hips and I started to move in slow circulation motions. "Don't hold that shit, love." Pierre whispered in my ear.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" I moaned as my body trembled and I released all my blissful juices. Pierre still wasn't through. He flipped me face down ass up.

He positioned himself at my entrance before sliding deep inside me. "SHIT!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I slowly threw my ass back looking at Pierre.

"Fuck," Pierre groaned smacking my ass which caused me to jump. I was enjoying every bit of it. I buried my face deep inside couch and dug my nails into it since I had nothing to grab on. This was the best dick I ever had and I honestly didn't want this moment to end.

"Pierre yes! Just like that baby!" I moaned as I threw it back faster. His tool was long, big and thick and he knew how to work that shit. He grabbed my hair jerking my head back. He held my waist tightly with his other hand.

We both sweated profusely but that didn't stop us. My peak of euphoria was coming and it came everywhere. I felt Pierre came with me releasing his warm semen inside of me.

"Damn y'all loud as fuck!" DeAnthony said bussing through the door. I quickly covered my body. "I thought the room was sound proof!? I yelled to Pierre.

"I lied."