Free (Sequel to Trapped)

Ch. 2

Ariana

Friday, 11:23 pm

"Mama, I'm tired." Aviella whines.

"I know, baby. We're almost home." I stroke her hair.

I'm surprised she wasn't asleep already. Justin had his hand rested on the thigh that Aviella wasn't laying on. Weddings are amazing and all, but they are tiring. Especially when you go to a male strip club the night before and get extremely drink. I had a headache until the wedding started, then it was replaced by butterflies. I'm just glad it's all over and I can call him mine, officially.

The limo turned onto our street and parked in front of our house. Justin thanks him and picks Aviella up. I get out of the limo and Justin closes the door with his free hand.

"Definitely bed time for this little girl." Justin says.

Aviella turns her head on his shoulder so that her face is buried in his neck. She loves him so much, and so do I.

I unlock the door and we all walk into the house that we had been in for about 7 months now. It still smelled new. We had it built with everything that we wanted, and it was perfect. Aviella even got to design her own room, with help of course. We weren't about to have any ponies living in her bathroom.

I take Aviella and walk into her room. I change her into pajamas and tuck her in bed. Justin comes in to kiss her good night and she falls asleep before we even leave the room.

When Justin closes the door, he immediately wraps his arms around my neck and connects our lips.

"She's still right there." I whisper, pulling away.

"Well, we should go to a more private place, then. Shouldn't we?" He smirks, picking me up bridal style, and walking down the stairs to our room.

He closes the door and makes sure it's locked before placing me on the bed.

"I've been waiting all day to have you all to myself." He whispers, finding the zipper to the dress I wore to the reception.

He unzips my dress and slides it down my legs. I kick it off and he runs his hands down my sides.

The wetness between my thighs grows as he plants gentle kisses on my stomach.

"God..." I moan.

Justin smirks and kisses his way down my stomach and to my pussy.

"This stupid thong is in my way." He says.

"Take it off. No one's stopping you." I giggle.

He does as I say, throwing the thong somewhere in the room.

I can't describe the pleasure I felt that night. It was amazing.

Justin

Saturday, 10:34 am

"Avi, wanna help me make mommy breakfast?" I ask.

She looks at me from the TV, where she was watching Slomgebob, and nods. I pick her up and carry her to the kitchen. Ariana was still asleep. She was very tired from last night.

I helped Aviella wash her hands then we started working on the french toast. It was Ariana's favorite. And Aviella's. When it was done, I cut up strawberries and bananas, making sure Aviella was no where near the knife. She sprinkled powdered sugar on the french toast. And I let her put extra on hers.

"Orange juice!" Aviella says.

"Of course, babe." I get the orange juice out of the fridge and pour 2 glasses then I pour some in Aviella's favorite cup.