<Know when you're being taken advantage of>

|Jadesola|

*MATURE CONTENT*

Saturday, 7th August 2021

THE LEMON was extremely sour, but it had to be the sweetest thing I had tasted since today.

Standing parallel to me, a serious looking Kian was bent over a pot, stirring the beef stew he had whipped up for my cravings: white rice topped with peppery stew and spicy jollof rice, a platter of dodo on the side.

As he cooked, he hummed to the tune of Never Gonna Give You Up, that gorgeous body of his swaying to the beats.

"I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling. Gotta make you understand, never gonna give you up. Never gonna let you down. Never gonna run around and desert you. Never gonna make you cry. . ."

I cracked a contented smile, watching my husband. Living with him had to be God's greatest blessing to me. Apart from his nightmares that woke me up in the night—he was tightlipped about that—and his possessiveness, he was an amazing man. I mean, who would have thought a billionaire like him would prepare Nigerian dishes while listening to old songs from the 70s, 80s and 90s? Definitely not a bitter me, weeks ago.

"Are you sure you don't need me helping you out?" I asked, my lazy ass propped against the kitchen counter as I sucked on a lemon and munched on some skittles and green grapes. Crazy combination, I knew.

"Nope. Just sit back and let chef Kian blow your mind away. Boom!" He shot me a mischievous smile, his hands making an exploding gesture before his attention was snagged back onto the cooker.

"Okay o. At least, I asked you shaa." Grabbing a stool to balance my legs on, I decided to let him do his thing.

He only chortled, the aroma of those spices teasing my nostrils. In response, I salivated, yearning to have a taste.

These past few days, my eating habits have been a bother. Whenever nausea's sledgehammer didn't punch me, I ate like a slob. Just today, I had taken in more calories that I could keep track of and if I didn't keep my cravings in check, there was a huge chance I would be adding extra weight soon. Was this how Vogue would hire me? Sigh.

Kian covered the pot to allow the mixture to simmer. He plucked off his black apron, washed his hands and swerved to meet me. "Thirty minutes until your meal is done."

"It had better be because I'm tired of waiting for your slow ass." I crushed a skittle between my teeth, tapping my feet to Rick Astley's booming voice.

"It is. Relax, you hungry monster." A charming grin broke across his face as he shifted closer. He hauled the stool away to wound his arms around my waist, nuzzling his nose into my neck.

"And if you're ask me how I'm feeling. . ."

Breathing his alluring scent in, herbs mingled with rosewood, I snuggled close to him whilst sucking on my lemon.

"What exactly are you eating that got you so hyper today?" His silky voice reverberated along the skin of my neck, a shiver scuttling down my spine.

I piped up, "Lemons, grapes and skittles. I'm not sharing my lemons and skittles but do you want some grapes?"

His deep chuckle had my lips twitching in humor. "I can't say no."

Leaning away to grab a bunch of grapes situated inside a bowl on the counter, I popped two grapes into his mouth.

Immediately, his countenance turned sullen, lips puckered in distaste but he swallowed it down. "How on earth did you eat that?"

I blasted him with a dark glare, protesting, "What do you mean?! My grapes are sweet!"

Kian smiled, a naughty curl of his lips, eyes sparkling with mirth. His sneaky hands crawled up his baggy top I stole as mine. "Sweeter than me doing this?"

Before I could reply, those exploring fingers latched onto my skin and began tickling me.

"Kian!" I belted out in laughter, doubling down. "You know I hate being tickled. Stop!"

"Answer. Are they sweeter than me?" His fingers roamed free, digging into the sides of my stomach.

"Kian!" Shrieking, I strived to escape his clutches but I couldn't. Mirth welled out of me and I howled, tears streaming down my face. "Please!"

"Not until you admit my touch is sweeter." He snickered, shaking his head, still tickling me.

Unable to withstand his ticklish onslaught anymore, I gasped, bellows of pure humor streaming out of my lips, "Yes, yes, you're sweeter than my grapes!"

"Of course, I am." A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips and he stopped tickling me but his hands remained inside my top. They helped straighten me up, while I struggled to regain my bearings, panting.

"Prepare to have your study messed up," I promised, retribution present in my breathy tone. He was obsessed with orderliness and scattering everything in his study would be a nice touch of revenge.

"And prepare to look for the key to my study all day long." Chuckling, he cleaned my tears off and pressed a tiny kiss on my forehead. I huffed in mock anger, the bristles on his chin scraping against my skin before he finally released me to check on the rice.

Just as he donned on his apron, the music changed to Dirty Diana. So did my cravings—they switched from food lust to Kian lust.

Forgoing my snacks, I ogled at him, admiring the smooth curve of his ass in those ash, jersey shorts. Damn. My eyes moved higher. Corded, rippling back muscles peeked from his white singlet, skin golden. And the rays of the sun projected onto that stray curl of hair, at the nape of his neck.

"That you seduce every man. This time you won't seduce me. . . Hey, baby, do what you please. . ."

He reached out to grab a jar from the cupboard, his biceps contracting. That single action watered my appetite and I sucked in a deep breath, biting my lower lip. Even the way his fingers gripped the ladle as he stirred the sauce was seducing. Fuck. Every single thing the tempting man did, he touched like he was in a strip show.

My breasts became heavy, my nipples turning hard. A slow burn ignited in my tummy as my heart rate quickened.

When his tongue snaked out to lick a drop of stew on his palm, I trembled, aroused. God, I wanted him right now.

"Jade, can you please have a taste of this? I'm not sure there's enough pepper." He circled around, holding out a spoon.

I sashayed closer, fiddling with the hem of my shirt. "I can but only if I have a taste of the chef first."

Those sexy dimples flashed at me, amusement dancing in his tone. "Nice try, but your pickup lines are wack, so leave them to me. Now, taste it."

In reply, I rolled my eyes, slightly miffed that he wasn't exactly getting the hint. Cleaning off my palms on a paper towel, I swiped my index finger across the spoon.

Savoring it, I nodded. "It's spicy enough."

"Yes! I told you I would be blowing your mind, Jade! And if you aren't careful, I'll be beating you at cooking! Just you wait and see!" He pumped a fist in the air, winked at me and resumed stirring.

If I wasn't so horny, I might have retorted. I didn't, rather my lips were spread in a big grin at seeing him ecstatic, after the bad news that was Katharina. While his happiness was contagious, I needed his talent somewhere else. Preferably inside me.

"Babe," I called, voice low.

Kian quickly turned, cocking an inquisitive brow. "Yes love, you okay?"

"No." I fluttered my lashes, giving him doe eyes.

"Fuck, honey, what's wrong?" He placed the pot's cover over it and pitched the gas low. Wiping his hands on the apron's fabric, he took it off and veered towards my position.

Twisting my thumbs together, I mumbled, acting shy, "I'm aching."

"You are hurt? Where?" he asked, worried gaze roaming all over my body to examine if there was any injury.

"Here." I grabbed his palm and tugged it beneath my shirt so his fingers settled on my bare pussy. "I want you to make me come."

"God, Jade!" he groaned, retrieving his fingers. "You had me scared for a minute! And we just finished having shower sex not too long ago. You need to rest."

He was right but I, as usual, was insatiable. He had woken me up with his tongue in my pussy and we'd tumbled in bed, then in the shower like rabbits in heat.

"Please?" I sulked, my tone coated with sinful intent. "I'm going insane here."

"Jade, your sexual appetite baffles me." Kian shook his head but he was already carrying me to the kitchen table. "I really should learn how to say no to you."

"It's not like you don't want it too," I teased, jerking my top off. "You were practically begging for my touch weeks ago so deal with it."

The second I went stark naked, Kian's azure eyes darkened, burning with passion. "Talk to me like that and I'll not let you cum."

"Shut up and love me already, werey." Yanking off his singlet, eager to have his bare skin against mine, I wrapped my legs around his torso, dragging him closer.

"You're so hot when you're demanding." A dark smirk gracing his gorgeous face, he smashed his lips on mine. I kissed him back with a ferocious intensity, entwining my tongue with his, adrift in the spicy taste of him.

As he loved my mouth, he inserted a finger into my wet pussy. Then another. Those skilled fingers brushed against my clit, my juices dripping down his thick digits. Desire, a dark melody, thrummed in me as he started pumping in and out slowly.

Usually, he was very rough during sex and I loved it, especially that dark urge present in him to see tears rolling down my cheeks. But since this week, he went slow and while I wondered why, I wasn't complaining. Gentle or rough, it didn't matter, so far as his tongue, fingers and cock worked wonders inside me.

"Yes, right there," moaning, I hung my arms around his neck, thighs buckling as senseless pleasure swamped my body. "Fuck!"

He lowered his head, latching his warm mouth on my pebbled nipples. Gently, his tongue flicked over them because of their hyper-sensitive state. I arched into him, seeking more of his arousing caresses. My nipples in his mouth and his fingers, fucking me was an overload of ecstacy.

"Kian!" I cried, my eyes rolling back. I was coming, screaming, my entire body writhing around his fingers.

He slid his fingers out and sucked on them, glittering eyes boring into mine. A burning stare. "I can never get enough of how good you taste."

A tiny blush coated my cheeks at his statement but I held his smoldering stare. "Fuck me."

Clicking his tongue, tsking, he shook his head, "Not yet, baby. You have to work for it."

Then, he shrugged off his shorts, his hard cock springing into view. Hungry for that dick, I licked my lips, my pussy tightening in anticipation.

Kian pushed a chair forward and sat, his legs widened to showcase the raging monster between them.

He stroked his thick cock, fluid beading on its tip as he honed a dark look at my slick thighs. "Ride me Jadesola. Show me how much you want this cock."

On shaky legs, I walked up to him, blood and need roaring in my ears. Straddling his thighs, I hovered over him. My fingers curled around his erection, his skin throbbing badly as I guided his cock inside my pussy.

"Fuck," he grunted harshly the moment I was fully seated on his cock. Breathless moans erupted from my mouth, the ridges of his cock stretching my pussy walls out in a delicious way.

Capturing his eyes that blazed with lust, fire, I began riding him, my nails raking across his glistening chest.

A flicker of rapture crossed his face as I slowly ground my ass on him, wanting to prolong our pleasure.

"Fuck, Jadesola. Whenever I'm in you, nothing else exists," he whispered in my ears, hot breath fanning my cheeks. "Only you do."

Heat spiraled in me as I fucked him, his fingers squeezing my ass tightly. My breasts jiggled with every bounce of my ass on his dick. Entranced, he bent his head to tease my rock-hard nipples with his tongue. As if a wire was connected from my breasts to my pussy, an electrifying sensation shot through me, more moisture dripping down his cock lodged inside me.

"That's right, baby," Kian whimpered, still suckling my nipples. A serenade of erotic poetry written across my heated flesh. "You're taking me so good. So fucking well. You make me so fucking proud of your wet pussy riding this dick."

"I love it when you talk dirty to me, Kian," I mewled loudly, loving the sound of his breathy whimpering. The look of worship in his eyes whenever I took him in deeper. That feverish look made me feel powerful. Like I owned him. Dominated over his entire world, my heart pounding fast with every thrust of my body moving down.

"Oh, fuck!" Throwing my head back, I squeezed my thighs around his waist, rolling my ass. Taunting him as I trailed my hands all over his warm abs, his chest heaving rapidly.

Suddenly, he flipped me over and stood, settling my body on the counter. Before I could complain, he slammed inside me hard, his cock hitting my g-spot.

"Fuck!" I bit my lips, arching my back. "Kian!"

He growled fiercely, a hoarse tone that had tingles running down my spine, "You like that, don't you? This is what you needed, you teasing slut. My cock fucking that tight pussy of yours, your legs wrapped around me as I slam into you so fucking hard that you lose all sense of thoughts."

God, I loved this animalistic side of him.

His huge cock hit that sweet spot inside me and I came again, cresting the waves of pleasure. A white light blinding my vision, I screamed his name wildly, "Kian!!"

"Yes, scream my name, baby. Fucking yell it!" He clutched me tightly, lost, his fingers biting into my ass, a delightful sting.

"Kian!!!" A third wave of orgasm collided within me when he drove harder, nearly sending me off the counter. "Fuckkk!"

A feral snarl tore out of his lips, his thrusts now brutal, faster. His chest rose up and down in a furious manner. He was about to come.

Alarm bells jolted in my head. In my haste to fuck him, I had forgotten to insist on him wearing a condom.

"Kian, no," I tried to speak up, to tell him to pull out.

But he covered my mouth with his, every pistoning of his hips between my legs driving me crazy. "Shh, relax. We're almost there, love."

Anxious, I shook my head in disagreement, shoving at his sweaty chest but he resisted, not moving an inch. If anything his steel grip was iron-clad. His azure eyes had transformed to a stormy blue, darkened in passion, his heavy gasps of air meeting my ears as his cock swelled in release.

Oh God, not again. He's in that state where my no means yes to him.

With a violent cry, Kian fell limp on me, his face falling into the crook of my neck. His cock jerked and a rush of warm semen streaked my insides, my pussy clenching on his cock as I sucked all his cum dry.

The timer dinged.

"Your food is ready, love." He raised his head up to kiss my lips, still inside me.

Cold, I was impassive, fuming silently. Despite his promises, he'd been fucking me without any condoms these past few days. Unless I rolled one on him before we had sex, he avoided wearing it. The worst part was whenever I voiced my displeasure out, he always played it off with an excuse. But something in me suspected he did it on purpose. I could almost claim he wanted me pregnant.

A vicious ache pounded in my temple, fury rising like a tornado. I needed to get birth control pills.

"You're quiet, Jade. Aren't you hungry anymore?" Kian quizzed, staring at me intently.

"Just thinking." I plastered a fake smile on my cheeks. The knowledge he would deflect my accusations with his apologies again, doused the fire rising in me. Not only would he make me feel guilty for doubting him, he made it seem like I had zero trust in him.

Wriggling, I withdrew my hands away from his body so he would get a hint and leave. His presence at the moment was infuriating.

A slight frown pulled a nonplussed Kian's brows together but he gifted me another deep kiss and slid out. His cum ran down my pussy and thighs, pooling onto the counter.

Needless to say, my high was over. And as I stood up, another thought nagged at me.

I never ate sour fruits, much less lemons.

A/N: I AM SO SORRY THAT I DIDN'T UPDATE THESE PAST TWO WEEKS. I was designing covers, working, and my frame of mind wasn't in the right place, sigh. BUT I AM BACK NOW, fr!!😭❤️❤️🫶🏾🫶🏾

Picture above is Jadesola when she will be heavily pregnant. Amber kernella said she would love to envision Jade with her belly.😉🫶🏾✨ Also if you peek well, you might see an xx image of Jade!😏👀

Chapter is slightly un-edited.😭 Pls I just wanna finish this book so bear with me.😭 Thanks!!!

Question:

1. Do you love seeing Kian and Jade like this? Esp that first part? ik I do!

Sorry if it seems I've been adding too many erotic scenes. The only reason I added this sex scene was because I wanted y'all in Jade's head when Kian is being stubborn.😭

Next part, Jade and Kian is in hot soup.😭 it comes soonesttttt!

Love,
Nita!🫶🏾