FAYE

Shane pulled my hair while I had my hands against the wall. It's been a little minute since we've fucked, and I couldn't take it anymore.

"Don't leave me again, Faye," Shane commanded, and I needed to feel him deep inside me again. He pounded into me, and it felt so good. I missed his big juicy dick filling me up.

"I won't. Don't restrict me from your... dick!" I cried out as I took every stroke. I missed him so much, and I am not gonna front like I don't need him.

"You need to stop jumping to a conclusion," Shane pulled my hair back and pulled me in a hungry kiss. I am such an obedient slut for him.

"It won't happen again," I said, as I slip my tongue into his mouth. "I'm sorry, daddy," I said.

Shane pushed my lower back, and I arched my back lower. He fucked me harder. "It's okay. You need to be punished," he said, with his sexy ass.

I put on a front in front of my friends, but I do not want him to walk away. I just wanted to try to control how I was being portrayed on television.

"Okay," I said with the biggest smile on my face. Shane pulled out and turned my naked body over. He looked me dead in my eyes.

"No more texting other dudes. You are mine, right?" Shane asked.

I nodded. "Yes, of course, I am," I said, playing with my pussy. He grabbed my hand and shook his head. "Daddy, didn't say you could touch yourself. I need you to release when I tell you to," Shane said.

"I am sorry," I said. This side of Shane makes me love him anymore, and I want to do anything he says. I am not even the type to let a man dominate me, but Shane is the exception to the rule.

Shane moved quickly between my legs and grabbed my neck. He turned his head slightly to the left and lifted my right leg. He slid back into my wet pussy easily. "Don't betray me again. I won't share you," Shane said in a dark tone. This shit was blowing my mind, and my pussy was soaked.

"Yes, choke me, daddy!" I said, and that turned him more. He fucked me to a steady rhythm while he choked me. I could die right now cause the dick is just too good.

"You're my favorite slut. My one and only," Shane said as he watched me. I was so close to cumming all over his dick. I just needed him to give me permission.

"Somebody is ready to cum. Aren't you?" Shane asked, practically taunting me.

He's lucky I loved being choked that this shit turns me on even more. I nodded. "Yes, can I cum, daddy?" I asked.

"Yes, cum on my dick," he said, and that made my entire body shake until I came all over his dick. Just like he said.

"Fuck, daddy," I said. He came inside of me, and we don't use a condom. I love feeling him raw inside of me. Shit, the dick is so good I would let him put a baby in me.

"Shit, I love your pussy," he released my neck as he shot inside of me. He kissed me on the lips. "I love you," Shane said.

"I love you too," I said. He rarely uses that, so I know he means it. We have an interesting relationship. He moved from on top of me and laid next to me.

"You would look beautiful, walking down the aisle. Let's get married," Shane said.

"Shut up," I laughed at him and I turned on my side to look at him. I propped myself up. "Wait, you're for real?" I asked.

"Baby, don't you worry about anything. I want to take care of you," Shane said.

Oh, no, he's letting my pussy get the best of him. Getting married is a huge commitment, and I do not want to rush that. We just got back together, and he wants to talk about marriage. "What's the rush?" I asked.

"No reason. I know that I love you. You're the one for me, Faye."

"This is the best sex we've had. You're just tripping," I said. His comment made me climb out of bed. I checked my phone to see a guy I was entertaining in my messages. I rolled my eyes at the text.

Chris Dickinson: I want that pussy tonight. I am in Jersey.

I was semi-entertaining him while Shane was on his bullshit. I hope this doesn't get out to anyone. I mean, I sent him a cute picture or two. Nothing racy or anything inappropriate. I was only a flirt with him.

"Who is texting you?" Shane asked, and I quickly erase that message. Nope, I am not losing my future husband over some dick I never tasted. I refuse to do that shit.

"Kiera, she needs some info about our indie booking," I said.

"Come back to bed," Shane said, putting his arms behind his bed as he watched me. I climbed back into the bed as I put my phone on the nightstand. We were in a hotel not far from the restaurant that I filmed in an hour ago.

I laid his arms, and we were in silence for a few moments.

Should I tell him about the guy I was entertaining? I was mad at him. That was the only reason. I would never do anything like that if we were together.

"Why'd you get quiet all of a sudden? You're not a commitment-phobe, are you?" I asked.

"Nope, not at all. I am ready to take our relationship to the next level," I said.

"Good. I am gonna make you so happy," Shane said, as he kissed me on my neck. I felt calm, being in his arms, and safe at the same time.

***

KIERA

I looked down at the phone to see Chris Dickinson texting me. He normally never hits me up. This must be important. I was having drinks with Bianca and Kayden. Naomi and Faye both left after filming.

Chris: Where is your girl, Faye? I have a debt to collect.

Me: Boy, what are you talking about?

Chris: Is she here in Jersey?

I tapped out of my conversation with Chris and went to text Faye.

Me: Sis, you fucking Dickinson?

Faye: where did you get that from?

Me: his silly ass is texting me looking for you

Faye: I'll tell you in person. But no, I am not. I'm with Shane, though...

Me: Bitch, I knew it! Are you pregnant yet?

Faye: probably... I don't even want to take my pill. I'm in love...

Me: Billionaire dick.. go ahead and do your thing. Just sign me to WWE when you take over!

Faye: I got you sis😘