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ෆ he has that one thing he wants to himself, away from the fame includes smut
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"Stop covering ya face, I'm tryna see you mama," Trevon grunted, as he hovered over you. Missionary was always his favorite, he loved seeing your love faces, moaning in pleasure, as he explored your insides.
"I'm gonna cum," you whispered, your hand still over your face.
Licking, then biting his lip, he locked in. Lifting your legs to wrap around his waist, and he continued grinding his hips. Your nails were deep in his back, clawing, as your walls clenched around him.
Just as the knot finally broke, you pulled him down, your lips colliding with his. He groaned, still slightly moving his hips, before grunting. You could feel his warmth seed spilling all over your walls, before he pulled out.
"Good morning, beautiful," he smiled, sheepishly, making you laugh.
If there was one thing you both mutually agreed on enjoying, it was morning sex. Fresh from your sleep, you held a special kind of yearning for each other.
"Good morning, baby," you sat up, as he rolled over. Pulling the blanket over your breast, you sat up against the pillows, as he watched you, his fingers rubbing down your side.
"What you doing today?"
"Nothing, probably cook later, and paper work," you said, while he leaned over, kissing all over your arm.
"Trevon, you've had enough"
"One more round, you know I'm leaving today," he murmured, lightly pulling down the blanket, going to rub his thumb against your breast, before he latched on.
"Oh my-Tee, just one more," you moaned, nodding your head.
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After nearly two weeks ago, Trevon finally returned, surprised to see you awake in the middle of the night. Lying on the large couch, you held the bowl of popcorn, watching the Conjuring.
"What you doing up?" He smirked, as you got up, jumping in his arms. Carrying you back to your seat, he sat down, letting you straddle him.
"I was just watching a movie"
"Watching this scary ass shit alone?" He paused the TV.
"It's not that bad"
"I missed you"
"I missed you too," you pouted, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"What you been up too?"
"Working, you know I try to stay busy, I saw your video with Ari, you looked so handsome"
"You think so?"
"Yeah, everybody was saying how cute you two would be together," you snickered.
"Everybody can suck my dick, cause she ain't you," he said, moving his hands to your ass, lightly squeezing.
"I guess it comes with being a secret," you said, rocking your hips in his lap. He groaned, feeling himself slowly becoming more aroused.
He would've went public long ago, but he knew how the media was, how fans were. He didn't want anyone to be able to tear you down, trying to fit unhealthy or unrealistic standards onto you. He didn't want you stressing about groupies who were willing to go as far as possible, to ruin your relationship. Everything that you doing being posted to blogs, allowing the public to have unsolicited opinions about you.
He preferred things this way. You were taken care of, you had your clothing business, and were allowed to do your own thing. No one, other than trusted friends and family, knew the truth.
"We ain't a secret, just private," one of his hands moved up, sitting on your waist.
"I love you, Mr. Gardner," smiling, he grabbed your left hand, the large rock glistening on your finger. You watched as he kissed your hand repeatedly.
