Chapter 55 Banquet #2
He chatted with me for a while, and I spent the entire time wondering if I was dreaming. Turns out, I wasn’t.
When it’s time to cut the cake, I can’t help but smile. Everything this man does is extraordinary, and his surprises keep getting better. Look at that cake, it’s even taller than I am!
I can’t stop staring.
“Aw, I love you,” I say with a cute pout while gazing at him.
He smirks back.
The actor playfully nudges him, earning a few laughs. “Aww, she loves you maaan,” he says in a mock voice, making us all chuckle. Nickoi facepalms himself while laughing. This man is truly brightening my day with his humor.
He hands us the sword to cut the giant cake. I take it, and Nickoi places his hand over mine as he towers over me. We slice a piece, and my mother steps forward, capturing the moment on her phone.
Everyone applauds as he places the cake on the fork, and I open my mouth for a bite. As soon as it’s in my mouth, I lean in to kiss him, feeding him the cake.
“Ouu!”
After we’ve eaten and enjoyed some champagne and of course, Nickoi had his Hennessy our friends shared fun stories about us that left us laughing.
An hour later, the atmosphere feels like a party after sending the kids home with Ms. Cherry and the other elders.
People are dancing, drinking, and having a blast.
I close my eyes and toss the bouquet behind me, which lands perfectly in Lee’s hands. We hug, we laugh, we take pictures, and play a few games afterward. Nickoi and I decides to play the shoe game right after we jumped the broom. Mana wouldn’t be happy if we didn’t jump the broom she made.
Now it’s time for fun. We stand on the floor while everyone watches.
“Who’s the emotional one?” Rick asks. Nickoi immediately raises my shoe, causing everyone to laugh.
“Who said ‘I love you’ first?”
I raise my shoe, and the crowd responds with “awwws.”
“Who has a better sense of style?” Rick asks, and I hesitated before raisingNickoi’s shoe.
He raises his too. “Nahmal a lie?”
I smile.
“Who made the first move?”
I raise Nickoi’s shoe.
Once we’re finished playing, it’s time to leave. We say our goodbyes to everyone then Nature stops us on our way out. “Congratulations again on your wedding day. Wishing you love today and always.”
“Thank you so much,” I reply with a smile.
“Respect enuh, fadda,” Nickoi says as he hugs him.
He touches my arm before handing us two boxes of Richard Mille watches.
“Congrats, my son and daughter.”
Richard what? Nosah, mi fren rich out! my subconscious exclaims.
“Thank you,” I beam and Nickoi adds with a grin, “‘Preciate it, fadda, fadda.”
***
Hours later in the Maldives…
As I follow him up the wooden steps of the private overwater villa, he slides his keycard and opens the door. I lean against the wall, silent.
“You good?” he asks, looking down at me, and I’m here mentally getting ready for what he is going to do to me.
“I’m uh… a little tired, but I’m alright.”
He pushes the door wider. I step inside and… damn. We’re really in the Maldives.
The scent of the ocean drifts through the wide open glass doors, and the room? Pure luxury. White linen, soft lighting, and Mr. & Mrs. Jacobs in elegant gold script over the bed. My lips curve into a smile.
“This is nice,” I murmur.
He says nothing.
I glance at him and whew. He’s watching me with a stare so dark, so hungry, I almost forget how to breathe.
Chileee we inna trouble and we cyaaa run.
He kicks off his shoes, slowly but every move pulls me in. I look away, slipping off my heels just to calm the heat rising inside me. It’s our honeymoon. This is what people do.
“I loved our we—” My voice cuts when he suddenly steps forward, grabs my throat, and throws me down on the bed.
The silky sheets feel cool against my back, a contrast to his fire. He climbs over me, parting my thighs just how he’s done it a thousand times. His finger traces the inside of my leg, and my dress slides up on cue.
Perfect.
I got a surprise for him.
“Man lock yuh down fi life,” his voice rasps against my neck, his finger gliding higher. “Yuh tek mi out a eh’ game.”
“Mmm,” I moan, breath catching.
“You tek the injections?” he asks, lips on my skin.
“Mhm.” I hum, grinning inside. He pauses then laughs low when he realizes I’m not wearing panties.
“This yuh up to?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. His finger strokes me, slow, teasing… ugh… never enough.
I’m throbbing, wanting, needing him inside me.
“Babe…” I whisper, already aching.
“Yeah?”
“I’m going for the toys and cards,” I climb off and fan them, his ‘glare’ on me.
I drop to my knees, still breathless from teasing him with that damn card deck and rose toy in my hand. My fingers fumble at his belt, and when it drops, his dick springs free thick, veiny, intimidating. My mouth waters.
“See say you a demon, doh.”
His hand grips my throat.
I grin, wrapping my palm around him and spit slow, watching it coat him like gloss. Then I glide my tongue from the base to the tip, teasing the head with slow flicks, watching his eyes darken like storm clouds.
When I take him in, the moan I let out is pure sin. He grabs my hair, eyes locked on mine.
“Yuh know just how fi drive me crazy.”
I bob my head faster, sloppier, my moans humming against him, my hands working his balls in rhythm.
His abs tighten.
He slaps my ass, grinning with that cold, wicked stare that only makes me wetter.
“Zara…”
“Mhmm.”
“Shit—”
He erupts, thick and warm down my throat. I swallow every bit, licking my lips while looking up at him, breathless and proud.
“I love you,” I pant.
His lips curl into a devilish smirk as he tosses me on the bed. “Wah kinda game you bring?” His breathing all over the place. If I didn’t know better I’d think he has asthma.
“Card deck,” I say, handing it to him. He scans the card, dimples flashing before he tosses it aside.
“Open yuh legs.”
I do without hesitation.
He lifts them higher. “Now lock dem behind yuh head.”
“What?” I laugh, but I obey, ankles crossed behind me, thighs wide. His eyes flick to my center, hungry, possessive. “Bless me wid heaven.”
His dick teases my clit, slow rubs that makes my back arch.
“Nickoi,” I moan, desperate but liking the tease. He moves even slower,pressing close into my entrance but not sliding in. The pulses in my walls, not so gentle anymore. I roll my eyes at him, so annoyed.
“You get on my nerves,” I glare up at him.
“You cya wait?” he grins, slapping it against me. When he finally pushes in, I gasp. The stretch. The fullness. The way he owns me.
“Finally… Ahhh…” it’s dreamy.
He strokes deep, agonizingly slow. Gripping my hips, choking me, whispering how much he loves being in me makes my toes curl. My vibrator hums against my clit while his thrusts get brutal.
So, so good ughhh!
“Member how yuh treat me yesterday?” he pants, voice thick, the muscles in his back tightens as he leans and thrusts into me. It’s so manly, so sexy to stare at.
“Hmm?” I smirk. He pounds harder, unforgiving. My back arches off the bed. I’m shaking, lost in the rhythm, the filth, the love. The big diamond flashing on my finger making me sink my teeth in my lip.
“If this a punishment, I need to misbehave every damn day ahhhh!” I scream. He kisses me roughly, palms squeezing my breasts, tongue deep. I grab the sheets, lost in the intensity, the pleasure curling tight in my belly.
“Mmmm Nickoi, faster!” I plead and he delivers.
Again.
And again.
The sound of my wetness, the headboard crashing in the wall, his groans, my moans, it’s a symphony. Then it hits me like a wave crashing. The sounds of my moans boost him.
“You have the prettiest moans,” he’s smiling hard. My eyes rolling back.
“Yes! Just like that! Nickoiiii—” My orgasm explodes through me, legs trembling, nails clawing his back.
He follows, releasing deep inside me, still grinding as he watches me fall apart.
Breathless, sweaty, heart thumping, I meet his eyes.
“This is only the beginning of my delinquency, Mr. Jacobs.”
He smirks, licking his lips.
“Mi ready fi all a it.”