Bodyguard My Heart (The Bodyguard #2)

Epilogue

D emetrius

“Shit!” I moaned as I grabbed a handful of Samara’s hair. We were just supposed to be having a first look before the wedding. I don’t know how I ended up with Samara on her knees and my dick in her mouth.

“Just like that, baby girl.” I coached her. She was taking me to the back of the throat like it was nothing. I would have to pay her makeup artist extra to fix her beautiful makeup. She had black shit running from her eyes and down her cheeks. I forced her face down on my dick the way she liked it. They said it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, but there was nothing bad about the way Samara was gulping my dick. I needed to feel her insides on me now. I didn’t care that we were running late. It was our wedding. Their asses couldn’t start without us anyway.

“Bend over! I want to sample this pussy before you become my wife for real this time.” I pulled her up by her hair. Now, I was going to pay her stylists extra too. She slid her white, tight-fitted wedding dress over her waist and did what I had told her to do. She was careful as she leaned over the balcony. She was cautious not to hit her growing baby bump.

“Arch that motherfucker some more,” I demanded as I slapped her on the ass. She lowered her body and stuck out her ass, creating the perfect arch in her back. I couldn’t believe that in four more months, we would be parents. My constant shooting the club up had finally paid off.

“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about.” I approached her. Using my hands, I spread her ass cheeks.

“You’re so fucking beautiful right now.” I entered her. I buried every inch of my dick inside her. Her wet, pregnant pussy engulfed my dick. Pleasure wasn’t even the word for how good this shit felt. Her juices were coating my dick, causing me to thrust into her harder.

“Fuck!”

“Yes! Fuck… Yes!” she screamed. I increased my strokes, pumping harder and harder into her.

“Oh… my… fucking… God!” Her body quaked, and her knees buckled for a bit. She was cumming, and I wasn’t too far behind her.

“Aye, Meechie. It’s time. Polo out there about to spaz out on Contessa and this stud chick she done brought—” The sound of Royale’s voice sounded as our bedroom door was pushed open.

“Oh my God!” Samara shrieked as she tried to move, but I held her ass in place. There was no way I was ending this session without a nut. The way we were positioned on the balcony, Ro couldn’t see shit but my black slacks at my ankles.

“Aye, we coming, bro!” I shouted, slowly pumping into her.

“I bet y’all nasty asses are.” He fired back as he turned to leave the room. “Hurry up, motherfuckers is waiting on y’all.”

The bedroom door closed, and I went back to work assaulting Samara’s pussy.

“It’s time to cum on this dick, baby girl. We late.”

“I... I’m… cummin’ s-shit!” She was tongue tied. I was fucking her so good. Leaning down, I placed kisses on the small of her back.

“Tell me your secrets, baby girl.”

Samara’s head flew back in pleasure.

“I’m cumming!” she shouted. Her walls tightened on my dick, pulling my nut right from my soul.

“You ready to be mine forever?” My voice was deep. This was our eighth anniversary, but considering how we’d done it the first time, we were newlyweds.

“Forever!” She moaned in response as I pumped into her a few more times before letting my nut coat her walls.

“Fuck.” I pulled out of her and helped her stand up straight. “Come here so I can clean you off. We got a wedding to attend.” I lifted her and carried her back into our bedroom.

Samara

I made my way to the makeshift aisle in our backyard. Royale awaited me at the end of the aisle.

“You and that nigga are nasty.” He greeted me as I neared him. I couldn’t believe that my brother had walked in on us having sex. I was embarrassed as hell, but at the same time, I was finally getting the wedding of my dreams.

“How you think I got this bump?” I giggled, rubbing my belly. Royale smiled down at my baby bump. He was so happy to be an uncle. He called me every day to check in on me. He was almost as bad as Demetrius.

“You look absolutely beautiful.” He offered me his arm.

“Thank you,” I replied as we walked down the aisle.

I felt a rush of emotions as we headed down the aisle. I took in the scenery around me. Everything was perfect. Monroe, Rebecca, and Aliza looked gorgeous as my bridesmaids. I smiled as Polo finished making the flowers rain at the other end of the aisle. As he requested, we’d let him be the flower boy.

“Oh my God!” I gasped as Polo let a handful of flowers go on Contessa and her date before joining his brother at the end of the aisle.

“This nigga,” Royale mumbled as we continued to walk down the aisle. This was the wedding I always wanted with the man I tried my damnedest to avoid. I couldn’t believe how good our life together was going. I was so happy and in love. Augustine Brew was doing great. Demetrius had just secured a nationwide distribution deal for it. I had been working as a nurse at a local hospital, but after the baby, I was taking an extended leave of absence. My husband’s orders.

When I reached the end of the aisle, Demetrius’s eyes locked with mine.

He reached out and took my hand, a mixture of love and excitement shining in his eyes. “You ready to marry a nigga again, Mrs. Augustine?” he whispered.

“Been ready.”

I allowed him to lead me to the altar. My eyes immediately flooded with tears. I’d spent so much time self-sabotaging our love. I’d almost missed out on this very moment. Staring up at him, I was so glad I had finally allowed him to bodyguard my heart.

The End!