Page 47 of Mister Fireman

The sincerity in his tone broke something inside of me. When he dropped to his knees and thanked God again, whatever it was that was broken felt restored with his warmth and love. My hand slid down his locs before I tilted his head by his chin. Kissing away his tears, I then kissed his lips.

Standing, his arms wrapped around me. His energy was charged, and I wanted… needed… desperately to return it. I didn’t care about the officiant, the vows, our family and friends… none of it. Cupping his cheeks, I stared into his eyes as I confessed, “I love you so much, Dejvi. Thank you for being my angel and my light.”

“That seems like a good place to recite your vows,” the officiant interjected. “And then you two can do your own thing after I pronounce you husband and wife.”

And that was what we did.

After our vows, she pronounced us husband and wife, and we sealed it with a kiss. As everyone cheered us on, Dejvi and I rushed down the aisle to get back to our suite. With promises to meet them at the reception and a command for them to enjoy themselves, we left with haste to consummate a bond that had been sealed the moment Dejvi’s camera click caught my attention.

Wind and sea invaded my senses as Dejvi placed me in the center of our bed. We’d stripped of our clothes the moment the suite door closed behind us. Each muttered confession of our love and need of each other was like an edge to my pussy, leaving me on the verge of climax before he even entered me.

He spread my legs and blew on my pussy, igniting my orgasm before I could even prepare. His hands tightened around my thighs as my legs shook. Pulsing pussy walls were invaded by his tongue as he hummed. I battled between pushing him away and keeping him in place as I came. Pleasure took over, forcing me to surrender to just how good his mouth was making me feel.

His tongue slid between my folds before swirling around my clit, licking until I came again. Dejvi stayed between my legs, feasting on my pussy until I was too tender to do anything but pull him up my body.

As he slipped his dick inside of me, my back arched and lips parted. Digging my nails into his back, I moaned as he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. His strokes were slow, long, and intentional. The longer he looked into my eyes, the more emotional I became. They watered as my chin trembled.

“You’re really my husband?” I confirmed before releasing a sizzling breath.

“I told you I belonged to you. Don’t tell me you still don’t believe me.”

My giggle turned into a moan. Cupping his cheeks, I tongued him down deeply before saying, “I believe you, Dejvi. I believe you.”

“Good, because you belong to me, and I’m never letting you or this pussy go.”

His strokes intensified, driving home his point.

Not long passed before we were cumming together. He pulled out as we watched as our mixed cum seeped out of me.

“Mm… I love filling you up just to watch my cum come out of you.” His finger slid up my opening. Once it was coated with our cream, he put it in my mouth. I sucked our essence off, pussy throbbing at the sight of his eyes lowering as he bit down on his bottom lip.

“You like that, baby?”

“Mhm. I like that nasty shit.”

“It’s only for you. Always for you.”

“Better be.”

He kissed me again before flipping me over and sliding into me from behind. Medium-paced strokes filled me as Dejvi squeezed and smacked my ass cheeks. The strokes were hard and methodical like I liked—hitting a place in my heart and pussy that only he could reach. My body melted into the bed as slob threatened to pour from my opened mouth.

The sound of his grunt had my toes curling and spine tingling as we prepared to cum again.

My cry combined with his roar as his seeds filled me again.

We toppled onto the bed and tried to control our ragged breathing before taking a quick shower to meet back up with our family and friends.

Epilogue

Dejvi

November

My first month being married to Enjell went by like a cool breeze. She’d found a building for her restaurant, and I found a building for my studio. Business was growing for her, and peace had been consuming me. The chain that was around my mind and heart daily fell the day I stopped chasing forgiveness in fires that held memories of Theo.

Cooper had found the perfect home for us, and we were set to move in within sixty days. We agreed to wait until after our first year of marriage to have a baby, but we were looking into getting a puppy when we moved. Our families and friends were doing well and flourishing, and I hadn’t heard from Robin. Her mom did reach out to let me know she had returned to Chicago. Before she left, she shared she was stressed and under pressure because of how her relationship ended.

She hadn’t told me that her man had cheated and gotten another woman pregnant, and I think that was why she was so dead set on having a baby from me. At this point, all I could do was wish her well. My birthday was one week away, and the gift of peace and having Enjell as my wife was all I needed.

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