August 4th 2024
1:10 PM
Las Vegas, NV

Once I got back to my room, I put the food on the table and went into the bedroom to wake up Chris. I looked so peaceful, laying on his back with his hand on his stomach. Almost how I left him.

I got in bed with him and snuggled up to him. He instantly put his arms around me but I could tell he was still asleep.

"Chris," I whispered, softly nudging him. "Wake up, baby, I'm back." I said, in his ear. He moved around a little, pulling me into him. A slow smile spread across his face when he saw me next to him.

"Wake up so you can eat."

"Why were you gone so long?" He asked.

"So long? It was barely an hour and a half." I said. "Plus, I had to wait for the food."

"Too long."

I laugh, "Shut up, you were asleep." I playfully hit his chest. "Get up so you can eat something."

"I'm about to eat you. Then I'll eat food. You know how this goes."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help the smile that crept onto my face. "Chris, I'm serious. You need to eat some real food." I said, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.

He pulled me closer, his lips brushing against my neck. "I am serious too." he murmured against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. "Gimmie that shit." He demanded, pulling at the hem of my panties.

I sighed. I didn't want to argue with him.
"Take it." I whispered.

"You want me to take it for real?"

I nod my head.

He immediately rolled me over on my back and got on top of me. He roughly pulled my pantries down, took them completely off and threw them somewhere. He pushed my legs back and held them there with his body weight as he grabbed my wrists and held them above my head.

He started rubbing the tip of his dick against my pussy, teasing me. With his eyes locked on mine, he slowly pushed himself inside of me, watching me the whole time. The feeling of him filling me up, sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip.

"Nah, keep your eyes on me, mama." He said, pulling my hair.

I obeyed.

Chris started off slow and steady, rocking his hips into me, watching me the entire time. He was teasing me.

"Stop playing with me." I moaned, desperate for him to give me more.

"You want more?" He asked, smirking.

"Yes, please."

"I love hearing you beg." He groaned, thrusting into me harder, making me cry out in pleasure. "You like that?"

"Yes, I love it."

Chris picked up the pace, fucking me harder and faster. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me, meeting his every thrust.

"Damn, this pussy is amazing." He groaned, his voice low, raspy and thick with lust.

I moaned in response, unable to form words as he pounded into me, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, Chris, I'm gonna cum." I cried out.

"Do it then." He growled, his voice sending me over the edge.

My orgasm ripped through me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Chris kept fucking me through my orgasm, prolonging the intensity.

"Oh my God, Chris!" I screamed, my body trembling with the force of my release.

"That's right, baby, scream my name." He smiled for a split second, then instantly went back to his assault.

"Shit!" I said, breathing heavily.

Chris was relentless, not letting up even after my orgasm subsided. He continued to fuck me hard and fast, his cock pounding into me with a ferocity that was almost animalistic.

"Yes, Chris, fuck me!"

Chris growled in response, his hips pistoning into me with an urgency that was almost frantic.

"Make me cum again." I said.

"I'll make you cum as many times as you want, baby." He replied, his voice rough and low.

Chris kept up his pace, his dick sliding in and out of me, stretching and filling me up perfectly. I was lost in a sea of pleasure, my body responding to his every touch, my mind focused only on the feeling of him buried deep inside me.

"Fuck, Chris, I'm gonna cum again."

"Cum for me, baby, make me feel that pussy clench around my dick."

His words were enough to send me tumbling over the edge again, my body writhing and trembling as another orgasm ripped through me.

"Oh my God, Chris, yes!"

Chris kept fucking me through my orgasm again, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he approached his own release.

"Turn around baby." He pulled out and laid on his back.

I climbed on top of him and sat down on it backwards.

"My favorite view." He said as he gripped my ass.

I slowly started moving my hips, grinding down on him, taking him in as deep as possible.

Chris groaned and reached around to grab my breasts, squeezing and kneading them as I rode him.

The feeling of his hands on my body, the sensation of him inside me, was almost too much to handle.
I could feel myself starting to lose control, my movements becoming more frantic, my moans getting louder.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good." Chris growled, his voice strained. "Keep fucking me like that." He coached. "A little faster, baby...just like that." I felt his hand entangle in my hair and grip it from the scalp. He pulled my head back, making me arch my back.

"Ooh yes! Just like that. Don't you fucking stop!"

His hands moved down to my hips and he guided the pace, fucking me from under.

"Fuck, Chanel!" He said, digging his nails into my side. I loved that feeling.

"Mmm, I love the way you fuck me, Chris." Without warning I orgasmed quickly. So quickly it took me by surprise.

Chris growled, his hips slamming into me one last time as he reached his own climax.

"Fuuuck." He groaned, holding me down, his cock pulsing inside me as he came.

It took me a couple moments before I got off of him and laid next to him on my back.

We laid there in silence for a moment, both of us coming down from the intensity of our orgasms, trying to catch our breaths.

"I don't get tired of fucking you." He said between breaths, his chest moving up and down quickly.

"Same, babe. I don't want to ever stop." I said

"No, I mean I don't wanna do this with nobody else." He pulled me into his arms.

"Oh, neither do I." I said

He doesn't say anything else.

"Now I need to shower." I said, a little disappointed. The second shower since this morning and it's only been a couple of hours.

"We can do that." Chris laughed and kissed my temple.

"Your food is getting cold." I said, looking up at him.

"I don't care. That pussy is better than any food." I smiled.

"I agree." I laughed, but he kept a straight face.

"What's wrong?" I asked

"You love me, baby?" He asked, taking my hand and placing it on his chest.

"Yes. You know I do."

"I do know that. I just like hearing it from you." He said. "Do you think you can be happy with me if we got married today?" He asked.

"If you keep fucking me like that, then yeah." I joked. We both laughed, but I knew it was a serious question, so I answered. "I believe I can. It's going to be work on both of our parts. You have to have patience with me and communicate things and I have to express myself more. You also have to know what it requires to be with me and stay with me. I don't want to ever be on bad terms with you. I love you too much and I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you."

"I do know what I need to do. I don't want to be without you either. 6 unproblematic, and passionate, years. I'm not gonna lie, I need you, and I think you know that. I'm ready for it."

"Why you get so serious with me just now?" I asked.
"Because after I get ready for the day, I wanna get married."

"Today?" I asked.

He nodded his head.

I wasn't thinking this was going to happen this fast. Today? I thought I would have some time to prepare, but I'm not. Okay.

I tried to mentally prepare myself for a response but he was staring so intently at me.

"What?" I asked, feeling self conscious.

"You look so good." He said.

"Thank you." I said, shyly, completely forgetting about my thoughts.

"I mean you're beautiful." He said

"Thank you." I get comfortable, facing him. "You're beautiful to me as well."

Chris didn't say anything, he just stared into my eyes. Seemed like he had something he wanted to say.

"Beautiful, inside and out." I said and he smiled.

"Marry me." He said.

"Okay." I said without any hesitation.

"Today."

"Okay."

His smile turned into a little laugh and he started to kiss my neck. He was so happy. I don't know, I feel like he's genuinely happy with me. All this marriage talk these last couple of days is very new. He's never mentioned it before and the fact that HE was actually the one to bring it up was crazy. Especially after all of the shit that he's gone through with women and everything else. I think this is real and I think he's serious.

I heard my phone ring from the other room. Chris jumped up and hurried to retrieve it for me.

"It's your mom." He said, lazily jogging back into the room. "You gonna tell her?"

I sat up and leaned my back against the headboard. I took a deep breath, "Yeah, I guess I can."

Chris gets back in bed, sitting up as well. I take the phone from him and answer.

"Hey momma!" I answered, smiling big.

"Hey, how are you?" She asked.

"I'm...great. I actually have some news." I smiled, then looked at Chris. He flashed one back at me, while rubbing my back, eager to know what my mom was going to say.

"News?" She reiterated.

"Yeah."

"That's not what I called for."

"I understand that but this is good news. Big news!" I said in an upbeat tone.

"You're not pregnant are you?" She asked

"No." I laughed. "Something else."

"Okay, what?" She said as if she was upset.

"Is everything okay?" I asked. She seemed irritated.

"Yeah, just say what you have to say." She kinda snapped at me. I just brushed it off.

"I'm getting married!" I said with a smile on my face.

"That's nice." She said with no emotion. Like I just told her something as simple as me washing my hands.

I couldn't believe that was her response, that's nice? Seriously?

"What she say?" I heard Chris ask but I couldn't respond. Then I heard my mother speak again.

"I was calling because I need some money."

I just rested my head on the headboard, looking up at the ceiling. The rubbing of my back stopped.

"What she say?" Chris asked again.

"Momma, I just sent you 7 thousand dollars." Tears started to well up on my eyes.

"I know but I need more." She said

"I just told you I'm getting married and you say, "that's nice" then proceed to ask me for money, when I JUST sent you some 4 days ago." I said trying not to get too riled or loud. "What do you need the money for?"

"Does it matter?" She said

"Yes, because I don't have money to give like that. I do what I can but—."

She cut me off. "Bills. It's for bills." She said

"That was what you said 4 days ago, momma." I laid my head on my hand. I was so upset. I couldn't believe she was doing this. I swear this was becoming the norm. It wasn't like this at first ever since I told her I was dating Chris this has been what she does. At first it was a couple times a year, now it's a few times a month.

"Just hang up." Chris said, trying to take the phone from me but I swatted his hand away.

"Who is that, telling you to hang up on me?" She asked.

"Nobody, momma." I said. "I'll see what I can do." I don't wait for her response, I just end the call.

Chris took my phone and pulled me into his chest. I was so disappointed.

"She completely disregarded me saying I was getting married. She just—."

"Shh..." Chris held me while quietly sobbed on his chest.

"Don't worry about it. From now on she has to go through me." He said. "I ain't gonna let it happen again."

I sit up, trying to get myself together. Chris wipes my tears away.

"You don't need to be crying on your wedding day." He kisses my forehead.

"How is all of this supposed to be happening?"

"We just do it." He said with a shrug. "No planning necessary. Just me and you. So forget about everything, especially that." He pointed to my phone. "Don't let that ruin what we got going on. We gonna go shower. I'm gonna eat, then we're gonna head out."

I took a deep breath, nodding as I tried to shake off the disappointment. Chris's words were comforting, his presence a steady anchor in the emotional storm stirred up by my mom's reaction. I knew Chris was right—this was our day, and I didn't want anything to ruin it.

"Okay." I whispered, leaning into him for a moment longer.

Chris gave me a reassuring smile and pulled me up from the bed. "That's my girl," he said, his tone full of warmth. "Come on."

We walked to the bathroom together. He started the shower and set the temperature, and we got in. I let the hot water wash away the frustration and sadness. As the steam filled the room, I felt my spirits lift again. This wasn't how I imagined starting my wedding day, but maybe that was okay. Maybe this is what I needed to know about how I should move forward with my mom from now on.

Clearly I was just another source of income for her and I didn't really see it until now. I felt Chris press his body against me from behind.

"You feel better?" Chris asked in my ear, running good hands down my sides.

"I actually do." I said turning around to face him. I wrap my arms around his neck, looking up at him. "I've been dealing with shit like that my whole life. I shouldn't let it get to me like that. It shouldn't be surprising."

Chris smiled. "Now you know how to take care of that. Don't let her make you feel bad for not sending her anything."

"I'm not. Not anymore." I said.

"That's right, baby." He backs me up against the wall.

"What are you doing?"

"I told you I was gonna eat you before I eat my food."

I laughed as he got on his knees, lifted my leg, and put it over his shoulder.

I closed my eyes as I felt his tongue touch me. I relaxed in his touch.

As Chris's tongue moved with deliberate slowness, teasing and tasting, I leaned back against the cool tile of the shower wall, my breath catching. The steam wrapped around us, blurring the edges of everything except for the sensation building inside me.

"Ahh...yes." I breathed out, my voice barely a whisper over the sound of the water.

He looked up at me briefly, his eyes dark and intense, before refocusing on the task at hand. His tongue moved with a rhythm that was both maddeningly slow but perfect, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, needing more of him.

"Don't stop," I gasped, my head falling back against the wall, the water cascading over my shoulders. I felt the tension build in my core, every nerve ending sparking with electricity. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me steady as he continued his assault, pushing me closer and closer to my release.

A low moan escaped my lips, echoing in the small space, and I felt Chris smile against me, his tongue flicking just the right spot. I was so close, the pressure building. He closed his mouth around my clit and sucked vigorously making me scream out. Tears formed as a wave of pleasure crashing over me so intense it nearly knocked me off my feet. My fingers tightened in his hair, my body trembling with the force of my release. Chris didn't let up, drawing out every last tremor until I was panting, completely spent.

"Fuck!" I moaned as I tried to regain my composure.

As I came down from my high, Chris stood up, his hands still holding my thighs, keeping me steady. He leaned in, kissing me deeply, his taste mingling with mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, letting the warmth of the water and his body anchor me.

"Feeling better now?" he murmured against my lips, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

I nodded, breathless, a small laugh escaping me. "Much better."

Chris kissed me again, softer this time, more tender. "That's what I like to hear."

I finished washing my body and then quickly stepped out. I didn't want to get another session started. It only takes him a second to get warmed up.

"I'm gonna go warm up your food." I said, drying off.

"Aight, baby." He continued his shower.

I put my dress back on and headed out into the living area. I sat down and started taking the food out of the bag and placing it on the table. The food was cold and Chris hates when it's not hot for him when he sits down.

There was a knock at the door.

I kind of pause for a minute because who the hell knows that I am here let alone staying in this room?

A quietly got up and walked over to the door. I looked at the peephole and saw it was Ant.

What the hell does he want? I said to myself.

"Chanel, open the door." And said as if he knew I was standing on the other side.

"This better be quick." I say as I open the door. "Ant, what are you doing here?"

"Hello again, to you too." He smiled.

"I don't mean it like that. How can I help you?" I asked

"Yes, you did. But I just wanted to say, downstairs, I was rude. I wanted to apologize and I thought since you were drinking, I thought I'd bring you a couple bottles of wine for the night, so you could try to relax." He explained

"That's nice. Thank you." He hands me the bottles.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry and if you wanted I could get you out of your room for a little bit." He offered.

"I appreciate that. It's so nice of you but it's okay. I'm good." I decline

"You sure?"

"Yeah, and I have to go." I said

"You have someone here?" He asked

"No—."I smiled, trying to hide the fact that I'm lying to him.

"BABY!" I hear Chris yell from the bedroom.

Oh shit! Damnit! Shut up!

"Okay... Yes...and I have to go." I tried to laugh it off.

"Damn, you just broke up with your man and you already messing with a new one?" He nods his head in approval. "I taught you well." He laughs.

"BABY!! WHERE YOU AT?" Chris yelled.

Oh my goodness! I wish he would shut the fuck up.

"Yeah...I'll see you tomorrow..." I start to close the door but he stops it.

"Oh, about that. Have you checked your email?" He asked.

"No. Why?"

"The label sent out an email for all personnel. It's important, so read it."

"I will." I start to close the door again but he puts his hand out. I sense eyes on me and I'm almost positive they're Chris'.

"You sure you—."

"YES!" I kinda yell, now trying to close the door in his face.

He sticks his foot in the crack, completely stopped in the door from closing.

"What the fuck is up with you?" Ant snaps.

Just as I was about to say something, we both were interrupted by the door swinging open.

"WHO THE FUCK—." Chris stops in his tracks as he sees Ant standing there.

Ant looked at Chris, shocked to see him, then he laid his eyes on me.

I just facepalm myself.

Oh fuck me!

This is gonna be a long conversation.

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