Chapter 51 My woman
Slamming the door behind her, Diego roughly pinned Candy against the wall, his demanding lips moving against hers in hunger. Her taste drove him crazy, and fuck! He missed her. He missed every inch of her. He knew she felt the same, judging from how she pulled his head close.
They were both dripping wet from the hard rain. Only he knew how hard he had held himself during the short drive home.
Diego's calloused hand trailed down to her fine round ass, groping it hard as he lifted her up to himself.
Candy's hard, erect nipples pressed against his chest, her legs snaked around his torso, and their lips remained dangerously molded together, neither wanting to stop.
'I love you'—those words rang in Candy's head over and over. The more she thought about the man being hers now, the more she wanted him. She missed being crushed and explored by him.
As he carried her, Diego gently walked up to the bedroom and headed straight to the shower. Without breaking the kiss, he turned on the shower. A sweet moan escaped her plump, wet lips as the water soaked them both.
Growling into her mouth, he was hard as fuck, hoping he wouldn't tear her apart tonight. She knew Candy loved the gentle side of him, but he couldn't help but rip his own shirt off. He ripped Candy's wear too, and undressed until they were both naked.
Holding her face close, their tongues rolled over each other.
When their lungs desperately needed air, he broke the kiss. Their breaths hit each other's faces as they tried to catch it.
Candy's eyes fluttered open, his demigod-like body before her. The water dripping down from his hard, toned chest to his abs and navel got Candy dripping. Her wet core yearned for his cock.
Candy's hands reached for his body, exploring the perfection while he gazed at her in the sexiest way ever. Her hand trailed down until it reached his length. Diego grunted, his fists clenched, her touch making him harder; he might explode.
"Hubby," she whispered, drawing her face close. Diego's sight caught her wet, swollen lips; he wanted to devour them again but decided to wait to see what his wife was up to.
Candy pecked one side of his cheek lightly and whispered, "Don't moan." Diego smirked. Was she challenging him?
When her hand moved, Diego swallowed hard, a light grunt escaping his lips since he couldn't hold it in. Her hand felt warm and tiny, barely holding half of his length. Diego's breath became shaky as he gazed at her like he was going to devour her any moment.
Sliding down to his waist level, veins taut around his length as she held it gently, her gaze locked with his dark eyes. Diego let out a groan, sweeping his wet hair backwards.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, feeling her lips wrap around him, so warm it drove him nuts. His muscles tensed; she was just starting, and he could feel himself getting close already.
Candy made sure she maintained seductive eye contact with him. Pleasing him with her lips was not a big deal for her; in fact, she was an expert. Her tongue rolled over the tip, her lips gently moving back and forth along his shaft.
"Holy shit," he cursed again. How come she was so good at this? Thrusting his length in, Diego got dangerously close to his release. His hand gripped her hair as she increased her pace, while he slammed himself into her mouth.
Soon, his thighs tightened as he let out his release. Gazing down at her, he saw how she took all of it, with her seductive gaze still on him.
He grabbed Candy up to himself under the shower.
"Good job, wife," he whispered. He lifted her up, positioning himself at her entrance. Kissing her lips for a while, he whispered, "I love you." His words made Candy's heart skip a beat. In the next moment, he thrust his whole length in. They both groaned in pleasure, feeling each other's warmth for a while.
"Ohhh," Candy moaned when his thrusts began slowly, his lips ravishing her neck.
"I love you," she also confessed. Diego held the wall tight as his pace slowly turned hard. Her moans filled the bathroom, the cold water still hitting them.
In the next moment, Candy was on the bed after their intense sex in the bathroom. Her body was filled with love bites. Just below her was the devil's face buried between her legs. Her back arched as he ate her up.
Sweat beads formed all over her, her long black hair spread across the white bed.
"Ohh Diego!!" she cried out loud as she reached her climax. Taking all of her juices, he wetly kissed her body until he reached her boobs, taking her hard, erect nipple into his mouth.
She moaned in ecstasy, her grip on the bed sheet tightened. Holding her face, he crashed his lips on hers, devouring her again. His hard member thrust into her wet core brutally.
"More, hubby!" she screamed crazily, and he didn't disappoint, hitting her hard every time.
"Moan out my name, wife," he growled into her ear.
"Ouch, Diego!! harder!"
Diego held one of her legs up, placing it on his shoulder, and then used his second hand to hold her hips. His brutal thrusts continued, and Candy's entire body jerked at each thrust. He smirked, seeing how good she was at receiving him.
"My woman!" He growled.
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\[2am\]
Yazmine stepped into a bar, her eyes searching for someone.
"You're the woman we called, right?" A man walked up to her and asked.
"Where is he?" she asked.
"Over there," the man pointed at Jameson sitting in a corner. Yazmine thanked the man and rushed towards him.
"James, what the hell?" she gasped, seeing many bottles before him. Worry blanketed her face. She had received a call while sleeping and was told Jameson was wasted.
The last time Jameson did this was when their mother died... when he lost someone...
Jameson raised his drunken gaze to her, his lips stretching into a smile.
"Candy," his voice slurred as he grinned.
Yazmine swallowed hard and sighed. She knew this was going to happen anyway, so she crossed her bag on her shoulder and helped him up.
"I must be dreaming, right, Candy? You should be with Diego," he mumbled drunkenly as Yazmine helped him out of the bar.
While driving, Yazmine looked at her brother; he was busy mumbling.
"Maybe I shouldn't have brought her to the altar... just maybe, but... I did the right thing," Jameson muttered.
"That's one thing I hate about you, brother... you're always selfless," Yazmine bit down on her lips as tears welled up in her eyes. She remembered how Jameson kept his pain in just for her happiness after their mom's death... and he was doing it again for his friend.
"She's my friend's wife... haha," his lips draw out a painful smile, his voice heartbroken. His voice died down as he fell asleep in the car.