When a 22 year old wedding planner gets booked to plan a wedding for NBA star Ja Morant and his millionaire fiancée, she finds herself being the only thing from keeping them from saying, "I do." With family secrets and affairs, the woman has to try...
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"Ja," I cry as he enters me from behind. This is the third position we've done and my legs are done with. I lean on my desk more as he quickens his pace. I let out a loud moan as the macaroni noises everyone makes jokes about feels my office.
"That's right baby, say my name while I'm in it," he replies, pulling my head back. "Fuck. Baby."
His hand reaches down and begins to massage my clit as his thrusts continues, and I let tears stream down my face. "Oh my gosh!"
"Be a good girl for daddy and hold it, mama," he whispers, making sure I feel every inch of him. "That's a good girl."
"P-pl-ease."
"I'll let you when you say my name," he tells me. "What my name baby."
"Ja," I whine as my eyes rolled back from the intense pleasure I had never felt before.
"Wrong answer baby. Try again," he says ramming into me harder. My legs shake and I can no longer hold it.
"Daddy," I scream as I release all over him. He releases inside of me for the third time and I collapse into his body.
"We ain't done. Lay on your back."
"Ja, I can't take anymore."
"You said this was a one time thing? Let me get what I need out of baby. If you truly believe you can't take it, yell Naomi. That's our safe word okay."
I nod as I lay on my back and he spreads my legs open. He stares up at me, caressing my clit with his thump. I quiver as he kisses down my abdomen and continues eye contact. Once he reaches my vagina, his tongue explores every fold, tasting every juice. He slips a finger in and let out a cry. He thrusts with it, and gives me demon eyes again, before picking up his penis and rubbing it against my folds. I moan at the same time as he does. How is he still hard? He enters slowly, gripping on my nipples and then sucking on them.
He slowly thrusts in and out, making a trail of hickeys down my breasts. I throw my head back and he lets out moans of his own.
"Tell me this pussy is mine," he demands. "Tell nobody else gets this pussy but daddy."
"This is your pussy," I finally get out. "Nobody else can touch me."
"Who makes you squirt baby?"
"You! Uh."
"Who makes you scream baby?"
"You do!"
"Who kids you gon have, Y/N? Who's kids," he asks, rubbing my clit again.
"Yours daddy!"
"Only mine," he says, going so fast my desk that's nailed to the ground feels like it's moving.
