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No. 32 ♡

P I E R R E
I opened the limo door allowing Hampton to get in and for me to follow. We on our way to the airport, so we can go to Vegas.

Our wedding is tomorrow and we're flying out early this morning for the Bachelor and Bachelorette parties.

"You can't have strippers," I told Hampton. "Too late," she smiled. I looked at her sideways. What the fuck yo'?

"And if I can't you either, smart ass," she said. I sucked my teeth and looked out the window.

"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, love," I responded. "Trust me, that phrase is going to come in handy," she laughed.

She stay joking. "Hampton, if I ever see you fuckin' another nigga I swear to God him and you going to get killed," I gritted.

"Stop being so fucking hypocritical! You fucked my ex-bestfriend and think it's okay!? I caught you in the act twice! Twice Pierre! And I'm over her about to marry you in less than 24 hours!" She yelled.

I didn't have nothing to say. I was just gritting my teeth, the only thing I could do at the moment. I knew this conversation would take us places and we would end up right at square one.

"And you don't even care. As long as Hampton marries Pierre everything would be alright. Pierre gets what he wants, but what? Hampton is never fucking happy!" She continued.

"What the fuck you want me to do, Hampton!? I mean I know I fuck up and I know I'm going to continue. It's apart of nature and you are too. Stop acting like you perfect or some shit! Like I know what the fuck I did was wrong and I apologized for it. I'm going to learn from my mistakes and try not to fuck up!" I yelled back.

"I want you to marry me for me and not because you want to become legal. Or just cause I'm pregnant. I don't want you to focus on nobody else, but me," she said.

"And Hampton I can't do that. I can't give you all of me. I can't just focus on you. You're acting selfish. You can't get everything you want and I'm sorry. If I could I would, love," I sighed.

"Yeah, whatever," she said turning the opposite way.

I shook my head before turning to look out the window.

×××

"Y'all look like y'all could be in the Mile High Club," the pilot joked. I've been a member. Hampton became one, because of me.

I smiled as he grabbed our bags. "And if we are?" I asked.

"Feel free to live out your membership on my plane," he laughed.

"Trust me that won't be going on," Hampton spoke since the ride. She knew she couldn't resist this dick.

We boarded the plane and Hampton sat far away from me. "Baby," I called out.

"What?" Her attitude was clearly shown.

"I love you," I said knowing I was getting on her nerves. She waved me off. "Fuck you," she said.

I went by her side and slowly began to rub her thigh. "You going to treat me like this?" I whispered in her ear. She slowly nodded her head.

My hand traveled up her skirt. "You can take this off," I said pulling off her panties. In one brisk move I placed her on my lap.

"Pierre, wait until our honeymoon," she said lowly.

"You know I'm impatient, love," I said. I managed to pull out my length and slide deep into her.

"Pierre!" She moaned as she threw her head back. She tightly gripped my shoulders. "Damn," I groaned as she slowly guided herself on my length.

I held her waist to help her pick up her pace. "Fuck!" She gritted. I wanted to see her cum. And see the faces she makes when she does.

I tightly gripped her ass and the only sound was the slapping of our skin. Minus our moans and groans.

"Slow it down," I grunted. She was going too fast for my pace. Her hand traveled down to her clit and she began to play with herself.

"Shit, Hampton," I moaned as her hips went in circular motions. Hampton was throbbing, on the verge to buss. I grabbed her hair, taking control.

That allowed me to go deeper and for my strokes to increase. I could feel her warm juices leaking, before her nut finally came. She was cumming everywhere, part that I like was that she was a squirter.

I soon came after her, and I was hungry for more. That's when she got on her knees, in between my legs.

"Can't nobody see me 30,000 feet in the air," she spoke before going down.

×××

HA MP TO N
"We're going to turn up!" Angela screamed as I got inside the hotel. This was where the Bachelorette party was going to take place. I didn't know a lot of people, but Angela knew some girls.

I mainly left Angela to do everything. She said it was going to be fun and I trusted her so why not.

"Okay, baby mama, go shower and stuff. Make sure you put on this too," she said handing me a bag.

I showered and brushed my teeth. Made sure I brushed 'em good too. I looked at the shorts and stylish bra top. Angela is an undercover hoe. I thought to myself.

I slipped on the clothes. When I walked out the music was bumping, she had a table full of food. I looked at the cupcakes. They was penis based cupcakes. Lord.

They actually looked real with the sperm coming out. "Ang you just a little hoe!" I laughed.

"Girl you ain't know!" She said twerking. I shook my head, rolling at her freakish fantasies.

Girls began to come and stuff. They seemed nice, but I didn't know any bitch in this room but Angela.

"Ladies, ladies. Can I get Miss Blues to sit in this chair. Since this is the last night we will consider you as Miss Blues," Angela announced.

I sat in the chair. I was smiling because I was excited. I was ready to eat them cupcakes and just wild out in Vegas. No drinking though.

"Let's welcome in Mr. Anonymous!" Angela screamed. Everybody cheered as he walked into the room. He had on a mask which made him even more intriguing.

"I'm going let my boys have at y'all while I take Miss Blues somewhere special," he spoke. I was laughing and I couldn't really hear, but I managed. The girls went crazy as the other male strippers came.

Mr. Anonymous picked me up out the chair. I gasped in awe as I tightly held his neck. Yes, I was loving this. He carried me to the bedroom and threw me on the bed.

"If I'm getting a lap dance I wouldn't want it from nobody anonymous," I said removing his mask. It can't be him.

"Aaron?"

Y'all like my Planes reference? No? Okay, cool. But Mr. Anonymous is what I called my crush, because st first I didn't know his name.