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Ivy whimpered quietly as her eyes fluttered open the next afternoon, the pain between her legs became evident before she could even fully open her eyes to process the day.
Immediately memories from last night into the early morning came rushing back to her and she took her lip between her teeth as the flashbacks ran through her. It was one of the best nights of sex they had, Xaier was finally saying exactly what she wanted to hear and making sure that he embedded in her mind that he did in fact love her.
Not once did he ever stop telling her he loved her, making up for all of the times that he hadn't said it before. She had to know that he meant every word, it wasn't a game, it wasn't something he was saying just to get in her pants again, X genuinely meant it.
Attempting to shift her body to move, Ivy found that wasn't possible as something was latched onto her and scrunched her eyebrows. She then pulled her head back in order to get a better view of her torso, only to see Xaier, asleep with her entire titty in his mouth. She hadn't even noticed both of his arms were locked in around her waist, and there he was, latched to her like a newborn baby.
Ivory chuckled quietly at the sight, trying not to make too much noise, she softly patted around the bed to look for her phone. There was no way she was missing catching a photo of this moment. Eventually, she retrieved it and quickly snapped a picture of him, wasting no time on putting the picture as her home screen with a small giggle escaping her lips.
"Those mommy issues kicking in." she mumbled, throwing her phone to the side, she sighed and ran her hand over his fresh haircut, she lay still for a moment, feeling the warmth of Xaier's presence, the steady rhythm of his breathing anchoring her. Her heart fluttered as memories of the night before flooded back—his whispered "I love you"s, each one feeling more real than the last.
It was overwhelming, almost surreal, that he had finally spoken those words so freely, like each one had been waiting to break free. She still felt a mix of quiet happiness and disbelief, it was almost like a dream. For the first time in so long, she felt so loved by him in a way that felt true, without hesitation or shadows of the past, and that brought a gentle smile to her face as she nestled closer to him, savoring this moment.
That is, until it was shortly interrupted by a knock on her hotel room door.
Lifting her head, Ivory sighed through her nose, hoping it wasn't her mother or anyone that would annoy and bombard her with questions about what happened for that matter. She stayed still for a moment, waiting to see if the person would go away, but they didn't, instead a louder and harder knock sounded, making her jump.
She glanced over at Xaier who was still sound asleep with her breast in his mouth, not even breathing harder than before as if he didn't hear a thing. Ivory scrunched her face up, wondering how the hell he was asleep so peacefully.
Was it her pussy or simply just her presence?
Gently lifting herself up, she slid from underneath Xaier, her boob exiting his mouth as his head fell on the bed, mouth open wide and snores began to sound from him. Ivory laughed at this, shaking her head, she grabbed a robe from the hotel in order to wrap around her nude body.
Not even sparing a glance in the mirror as she headed towards the door where someone was knocking, again. This time they weren't stopping and Ivy was getting a little bit agitated.
Going over to the door, she stood on her toes in order to look out the peephole, instantly rolling her eyes as she saw Nayeli on the other side. Quickly, Ivory reached for the locks on the door and opened it, stopping Nayeli from knocking any longer.
At first her face was stuck, but then she smiled once she saw Ivy standing there. "Good morning baby mama!" Nayeli beamed, pushing her way inside as Ivory shut the door behind her and locked it once more.
Nayeli reached her arms out to hug her friend and went to kiss her cheek, but Ivy dodged it, knowing full well that she wouldn't want to do that if she knew what Ivory did last night. "Mmm mmm Nayeli." she said softly, shaking her head.
"Oh—? Oh never mind, I see y'all had a time. It smell like pussy in here." Nayeli grinned, she hadn't even noticed Ivory's disheveled appearance before. Her hair now in its natural curly state and in knots here and there, red hickeys formed all over her neck, mascara slightly ran down her face, and her lips were red and swollen. She could only imagine what the rest of Ivy's body looked like under that robe.
Taking a second to look around the hotel room, Nayeli noticed the messed up furniture and discarded clothing here and there. Her eyes widened when she saw how wet the floor was, hoping that it was just water and not what she thought it was.
"It doesn't—!" Ivy attempted to yell, but her voice surprisingly failed her, dropping into a low rasp as she tried to speak. She held a hand over her mouth in shock as hers and Nayeli's eyes went wide.
"Oh my God!" Nayeli gasped at her friend before she let out a loud cackle at what she just heard. "Sucking too much dick, my girl can't even speak no more! What?! I would hope there's condom wrappers somewhere around here?" she said, looking around at their mess, but she knew the answer to her own question before she even said it.
"Well-"
Nayeli cut her off, pulling a Plan B box from her purse and shoving it into Ivory's chest, "I already knew it, you damn Twinkie. Here." she said.
Ivy blushed and took the box delicately, she knew they had to start using protection soon if she didn't want to get pregnant, these pills wouldn't work forever. But last night was way too spontaneous for either of them to even think about that. "Thank you, I'm sorry you have to keep buying these for me." she said softly.
"I had to get one for me too, it was no trouble." she waved her off and Ivory was a little taken aback and Nayeli's words.
"But I'm the Twinkie?"
Nayeli let out another cackle as Ivy gave her a sly smile with her hands on her hips, "Girl bye! Not too much, I done came out here, got drunk and forgot my birth control."
Ivy shook her head, but her ears definitely perked up at the mention of birth control. Now that she was as sexually active as she was without condoms being involved, she knew she had to get on that soon but wasn't sure where to start as some were more inaffective than others. "Tell me which one you use please."
"I got you baby. You wanna go get lunch?" she asked, as Ivory began to unbox the plan b pill.
"I don't know... are there still press out there?" Ivy hesitated, giving her a side eye, but Nayeli shook her head no.
"Not that I saw, they got rushed off the premises for trespassing last night, I haven't seen your mom or Jayce around either." she said, and Ivory rose an eyebrow at the mention of her mom not being around. She had a feeling X had something to do with Jayce, but where was her mom?
"Okay... good, let me clean myself up and tell X—" Before Ivory could respond, her phone buzzed in her hand, the ringtone cutting through their atmosphere. Both women glanced at the screen, and Ivory frowned when she saw the name of her gallery manager, Janae.
"It's Nae," she murmured, sliding her finger over the icon in order to answer. For some reason seeing her call made Ivy's heart sink to her stomach, something in her told her that this couldn't be good.
"Hello?" Ivory answered, her voice tight.
"Hey Ivy, I hate to have call you with this, especially with everything that already happened to you, but... we have a serious problem," Maya began, her tone urgent.
"What is it?" Ivory asked, glancing over at Nayeli, her pulse quickening.
"It's the gallery," Janae said with a heavy sigh. "Apparently Jayce is taking full ownership of the gallery and just fired everyone, I told them that he can't do that, but they says the gallery is already in his name so it gives him the right to do what he wants, and unfortunately he's right. He's got movers here, clearing out your pieces. I wanted to call the police but it is technically his shop there's nothing I can do to stop it." she said sadly.
Ivory's stomach churned as she processed Janae's words, she knew this was coming. She knew it, but nothing was ever going to prepare her for this, especially not so quick. "He shouldn't be able to this." Ivy stressed, sitting down on a barstool as she cradled her head with one hand.
"I know, Ivory. But he's got paperwork— and
everything is legit. I've tried to argue, I fought for you I promise but it's no use. He's completely taking over, and I didn't know what else to do except call you." Janae explained, frustration and sympathy lacing her voice. "He's even hired a security team to keep us out. I'm so, so sorry."
Ivory gripped the phone tightly, her knuckles turning white. "And you said he's clearing out my work?! My art? Where is he putting it?!" she asked, her voice trembling.
"I don't know, they didn't say," Janae confirmed softly. "It's all being loaded into trucks as we speak, I can follow them and see where they're going if you want."
Ivory felt a wave of anger so fierce it left her breathless. She could barely even breathe anymore to talk, so without a second thought, she hung up without another word. Making a mental note to apologize to Janae later, but now, she wasn't sure what to do, her hands were shaking as she stared at the phone, reliving that call.
She knew he was coming after the things she owned, she understood that, but firing all of her workers and stealing her pieces were taking it entirely too far. Now she had to be responsible for getting these people new jobs and he was stealing years, months, countless hours of her art just because he knew he could. Because of some stupid ass paperwork.
Nayeli frowned, leaning closer as she watched Ivy shake, she placed a comforting hand over Ivy's. "What happened Ivy? What's wrong?"
Ivory's breathing quickened as the weight of what Janae had told her began to settle in. Hot tears spilled over her cheeks before she could stop them, her hands trembling even harder in her lap, trying to speak but she couldn't even get the words out. Nayeli understood, even though she didn't know what was happening, she immediately shifted closer, pulling her friend into a tight embrace.
"It's okay, Ivy," Nayeli whispered, gently rubbing her back. "Don't cry, you're going to get through this, whatever it is."
"But he– " Ivory couldn't stop the heavy sob that broke free as she broke down on Nayeli's shoulder.
"He's taking it Nay, he's stealing everything, all of my art and he's shutting down the gallery, I think he's tearing planning on tearing it down. But that gallery was mine—! It was my dream and he knew it, he knows it and that's why he's doing this. Because he knows it'll crush me more than what taking any money or clothes or cars could do." she cried.
However, Ivory's statement couldn't have been more correct, Jayce knew that he could've taken everything from Ivory, he could've closed all of her bank accounts and left her homeless for all he cared. But he knew Ivory didn't care about materialistic items, if he took anything of that sort from her, it would be like giving her exactly what she asked for. So, he took the one thing he knew she held dear to her heart and couldn't do a thing about whether he was around or not.
Nayeli pulled back slightly, cupping Ivory's face. "He might think he's taking it from you, but it's not over. We'll fight this babygirl. You've come too far to let him destroy you again, Ivory. Please don't do this, don't let him break you, please." Nayeli reassured, trying to wipe Ivory's tears, not wanting to see her in that dark place she was in months ago, but they kept falling.
Before Ivory could respond, there was movement from the adjoining room. A still half asleep Xaier stepped into the living area, his bare tattooed chest on display, his sweatpants slung low on his hips. He was ready to find Ivory and drag her back into bed with him, since her not being there is what woke him up in the first place.
But almost immediately, X could feel the energy shift when he encountered the two women. Rubbing his eye a little, his brow furrowed as he took in the sight before him—Ivory crying in Nayeli's arms.
"Wassup? Ivy baby you aight?" Xaier asked, his deep voice laced with concern as he quickly moved toward them.
Ivory didn't answer right away, simply burying her face deep into Nayeli's shoulder. Nayeli looked up at him, her expression a mix of sympathy and frustration. "Jayce," she said simply through gritted teeth.
Xaier's jaw tightened, his confusion giving way to anger. "What about him?" he demanded, leaning down in front of Ivory to meet her eyes. "What did he do now?"
Nayeli sighed, glancing at Ivory before explaining for her. "He's taking over her art gallery. Claimed he owns it all so he has control over what happens to it and he is clearing it out as we speak to hurt her." she ran her hand down Ivory's back much firmer, yet gentle.
Xaier's body filled with rage as he watched her cry, he of all people definitely knew how much that gallery meant to Ivy as many times as she talked about it. She was a true artist with a real passion and love for her craft, of course she made a lot of money from selling pieces, but that wasn't the point. Ivory couldn't care less about the money, that gallery was something special for her to display her work in and be proud of it.
She didn't care if she didn't get anybody that was willing to buy, it was art and it was hers. That's what mattered most to her. "Ima handle this baby, you hear me? I'm handling it and it's getting done today. You're not alone pretty, I got you."
Ivory shook her head, lifting her tear-streaked face. "I- I don't want him to hurt you." she trembled, thinking back to the last time X and Jayce had an encounter and it ended in him bloody.
But that wasn't going to happen this time, Xaier was too prepared, he planned to kill Jayce today anyway, this just gave him more reason to do so. "Trust me, he won't, I already got that nigga taken care of, I told you this is ending. I'm not goin' another day seeing you shed tears over that man. Understand me?" he asserted, making Ivy bite her lip nervously.
"But Xaier you can't be sure of that, and I can't take another chance on you being shot or anything, you've gotten hurt too many times in these past few months, I... I know you say it's nothing but you're not invincible, you're human and your body may not be able to take much more damage. God only knows how many times you were shot before then." she whimpered, looking directly at the shot wound that was visible on his stomach.
"Eight." Xaier chuckled, "Making that eleven total and they still ain't kill me yet."
"Nigga what? You been shot eleven times?!" Nayeli interrupted, looking at X as if he was crazy. Her eyebrows sat furrowed for a moment, but then she looked him up and down for a second, thinking about it. "Hm... actually, honestly, I see why they did it." she joked.
"Fuck you." X chuckled at her.
"Be quiet y'all. But that's exactly what I mean." Ivory pointed out, also shocked that he had been shot 11 times and acted like it was nothing. Not to mention how in shape and healthy he was, for a person who was shot 11 times, you really wouldn't have guessed it.
"He won't be armed to hurt me Ivy chill, I have a few of my boys, they gone restrain him, I'm taking him to a place that I meant to take him to last night and I'm handling it there. He ain't gone have no backup or anything to call for. Just trust me." Xaier reassured, grabbing her arm, he pulled Ivory into his arms now, allowing her chin to rest against his chest while she looked up at him.
Ivy wanted to smile at their closeness and his promise to protect her, but she only frowned and used her nails to trace over his tattoos. "C- can I be with you? When you do it?" she asked delicately, taking both Nayeli and X by surprise.
Xaier rose an eyebrow, he wasn't gonna deny her, but he wanted to be sure this was what she really wanted. "You sure? You really want to?" he asked.
Ivory nodded. "Yeah... I wanna get some um- what are they called? Licks?" she snapped her fingers, looking back at Nayeli who just laughed at her friend and shook her head yes.
"Aight baby," Xaier laughed as well. "you'll get your licks in. Come on, I'll let you borrow some clothes. Nayeli, go head and tell Isaiah I don't need his help with this one."
Nayeli folded her arms over her chest and hummed, watching as Ivory smiled at the approval for her to go with him to handle Jayce. "You really turning my innocent girl into a hood bitch, I can't believe this." she mumbled, looking at Ivy who was too busy mesmerized by Xaier's jewelry on his neck to even comment.
X shrugged, smiling down at Ivy who smiled at him, "Hell yeah, this my shooter... she qualified."
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Xaier licked his lips looking down at Ivory as she stood in front of him wearing his clothes, they were baggy at first, but she used a few scrunchies in order to tie them up so they could fit around her body and he liked it. Along with that, per her request, she wore a ski mask, covering up her entire face all except for her amber colored eyes. She looked good
"You ever had yo ass ate before?"
Ivory's head snapped over to him quickly at the question, and she scrunched her nose up. "What?" she asked, unsure if she heard him right.
"I said, you ready to go?" Xaier walked in front of her up to the heavy gate leading to the front door of this house, completely switching the subject.
Ivy squinted at him though, knowing for sure that's not what he said. "You did not say that." she stated, folding her arms over her chest, making X laugh.
"Yeah I did. Come on mama." he said, motioning for her to come inside with him. But Ivory hesitated, her feet glued to the gravel path as she stared at the imposing building. This place was Jayce's property he owned in France, the place where they stayed for awhile after they first got married. It held too many memories, too many dark corners where Jayce's anger had festered. She bit her lip, steeling herself against the wave of emotions that threatened to crash over her. She wanted to do this, but it was a little harder than Ivy had first guessed.
Xaier, sensing her hesitation, turned back and gently placed a hand on the small of her back. "You don't have to do this mama, remember, I can call Zay or anybody else to help me handle him," he murmured, his voice low but steady as he reminded her that she did in fact have a choice in the matter.
"No," Ivory replied with a shake of her head, her tone firm despite the quiver in her hands. "I have to. I need to see this through til the end. It's me he's punishing... I'm okay." she reassured, and X nodded his head, believing her.
They stepped through the front door, which Xaier had already unlocked earlier. The house was eerily silent, the kind of quiet that pressed down on your chest. Ivory's heels clicked softly against the polished marble floor, the sound echoing in the cavernous space. Her eyes darted around at the many pictures held up of the two of them, memories flashing in her mind of lavish parties and bitter arguments within these walls.
Xaier led the way, his footsteps heavier, more deliberate. He carried himself with calm confidence, a blunt hanging from his lips, in all honesty X was more happy than he was angry. It was finally time to get rid of this man once and for all, no more barriers in the way of him and Ivy and no longer did he have to hear this nigga's name.
He stopped at a door on the far side of the main hall—a solid wooden frame that led to the basement where a few of his guys had already tied Jayce up and trapped him here.
"This is it," Xaier said, his voice cutting through the stillness.
Ivory nodded, swallowing hard. Her hand lingered on the banister as they descended the narrow staircase. The air grew colder with each step, the faint scent of damp concrete and rust invading her senses. A single lightbulb cast a dim glow over the space as they reached the bottom, the shadows flickering ominously along the rough stone walls.
And there he was. Jayce sat slumped in a chair in the center of the room, another empty one right across from him. His wrists tied to the armrests, his ankles secured to the legs. His head hung low, but as soon as he heard their footsteps, he stirred, lifting his face to meet theirs. His glare was sharp, defiant, even though his situation screamed vulnerability.
Ivory stood frozen for a moment, her breath catching in her throat. Seeing him like this, powerless and cornered, was so... new. A contrast to the controlling, ruthless man she once knew. And for the first time in a long time, she wasn't afraid of him in the slightest.
She glanced at Xaier, who met her gaze with a slight nod, silently offering her the strength to move forward. Ivory slowly took off her mask from her face, revealing herself to Jayce whose expression turned into a shocked one
"You serious Ivy!? This is what you've turned into?! You worthless bi-" before he could finish his sentence, Xaier drew his gun from his waist and whacked him across the face with it, causing Jayce to groan loudly and curse to himself.
"Ain't none of that in front of me my nigga, I'm sensitive and that's my heart you just insulted." X frowned, taking a seat on the empty chair in front of Jayce.
Ivory tucked her lips in her mouth, attempting to hide her smile and blush at his words referring to her as his heart. She wanted to jump up and down and kick her feet so bad, but kept her composure. This was a side of X she had been waiting for all along, and now that she finally got it, she was falling even deeper in love with him than before if it was possible.
"So what is this supposed to be?" Jayce asked, spitting blood from his mouth on the ground. "You divorced me to be with a man that's just as bad as me Ivy if not worse? Do you even know who this person is?" he questioned.
"He's not like you, nothing and it's insulting for you to even say that. X may have his flaws but he hasn't put me through half as much as you did and he has my best interest in mind. He's protected me a countless amount of times and was there for me when you hurt me, you can't tell me shit about this man. Yes he kills and sells drugs, but you sell children!" Ivy fumed.
The audacity of him to think he could say anything bad about Xaier when the amount of dirt he did was incomparable to anything that Xaier could have done. X wasn't a perfect man, but a line was drawn somewhere at least, with Jayce, there was no line. He was the epitome of evil, and it made Ivy sick to even think that she had been married to someone like him for so long. So blind to all of his games and bullshit and the sick things that he'd done.
"I make us money! While you get to sit back and be a happy housewife that doesn't do shit all day except worry about how to please her man like a wife is supposed to. Any woman would've been glad to be in your shoes Ivy, the only reason you were put through so much is because you disobeyed me over and over! It's like you were asking for it." Jayce laughed to himself, and Ivy could feel her resolve breaking.
She wanted him dead, and she wanted to be the one to do it.
"X please give me your gun..." she requested in a monotone voice.
X's eyebrows raised at the request and he looked back at Ivory who stared ahead at Jayce with nothing but hatred in her eyes. Xaier planned to drag this out a little bit longer, but Ivory seemed like she was done with all the games now.
"Oh, now you wanna kill me and you're using your little boyfriend to do it..." Jayce chuckled, his eyes moving from Ivory to now focus on X. "Nice to see you again Xaier, by the way, how's your mom doing?" he laughed, attempting to get under the other man's skin.
But unfortunately for him, X wasn't fazed one bit. Not enough to where he would allow Jayce to have any control over his anger or his mind that is. Xaier simply grinned back at the man and shrugged his shoulders. "She doing a lot better than you are, that's for sure." he chuckled, lighting his blunt up quickly.
"Unfortunately learning that you were the one pumping my mama up with drugs doesn't do much but give me even more reason to put a bullet through your head... in addition to all the other shit that you were behind, if it makes you feel any better, you lucky I caught you before my pops did cause that nigga would've done you terrible." Xaier inhaled the grabba slowly, pulling the blunt away from his lips.
"Luckily, you got me. I ain't a big fan of torture, blood all in my fingernails and shit, hell nah I just got these done." he said, squinting a little as he inspected his manicure.
Ivory rolled her eyes at him, he was doing entirely too much talking for her taste, as he always did. One thing about Xaier, he was a fucking yapper, she just didn't understand why he couldn't shoot already. Or give her the gun to do it, she deserved to do it anyway.
"X!" Ivory huffed with a stomp of her foot, trying to get his attention. "Are we here to kill the nigga or talk about your manicure damn!" Ivy snapped.
"Calm yo ass down." X waved her off and Ivy folded her arms with a pout, but didn't say anything else.
Jayce watched the two's dynamic in shock, the fact that she was talking so casually about wanting to kill him was scaring him a little, but Jayce would never admit that. Instead, he looked directly at her, into her eyes. His last desperate attempt to escape this all depended on her and whether or not she was willing to help him out of this.
It may not have shown in his face, but Jayce was terrified, as soon as he saw X and the gun, he knew exactly what was going to happen. All of this talking was simply just him stalling from the inevitable, and giving him time to figure out how he was supposed to get out of here. He wasn't even sure if anyone had noticed he wasn't around just yet, not knowing how long he'd been down there in the first place.
Jayce ground his teeth together and glared at Ivy. "X can't do for you what I have Ivory. You don't remember all that we had babygirl? The love we shared? The moments that you told me that you would never love another man for as long as you live? You can't do this to me baby and you know you can't... I'm your first everything. The first man you ever loved, the man who taught you how to be who you are today, you know you can't live without me. So just stop this. You can have the divorce, but this? It's not you Ivy and you know that. Don't let him control you. Just let me go okay, I love you regardless and you know that." he attempted to sway her with his speech.
Xaier scrunched his face up at these words and laughed to himself while looking back at Ivory, who was standing there with a raised eyebrow, just as confused as X. They both were unsure as to what his plan had been with that little speech, maybe in any other instance his words probably would've worked on Ivy, but at this moment, she was done and she knew that. Completely done. The manipulation tactic wouldn't work anymore, especially since her heart belonged to X at the moment.
"Wow... you really think that woman is still yours my nigga? Really?" Xaier laughed, throughly amused at Jayce's futile attempts to set himself free. Even going as far as to trying to get Ivory to help him be free, nigga definitely lost his mind.
Looking over at Ivory, Xaier brought two of his fingers up and moved them in a 'come here' motion to her. Ivy's eyes instantly caught his, and she smiled seeing him do this, carefully walking closer to Xaier so that she was now standing directly at his side.
But, he grabbed her arm, pulling her down so she could have a seat on his lap as he sat on the chair. Grabbing her chin in his hand, Xaier pulled her in for a brief tongue kiss that only lasted a second before smiling down at her. "Get on your knees for me mama." he commanded, catching Ivory off guard at first. She opened her mouth to say something, but caught the pointed look in his stare and nodded without a word.
Ivory sank down to her knees in front of him, her hand resting on his thighs that were covered by his sweatpants. She gripped the fabric tightly in her hands and looked up at him with a lip between her teeth, asking him with her eyes if she could do what she usually did in this position. With a slow nod, X granted her permission to remove his clothes.
He made eye contact with Jayce as he placed his blunt back in his mouth and smirked, feeling Ivory pull his sweats down. "That's my good girl." X praised.
Ivory could feel herself start to blush and throb at the praise, all of a sudden her mind wasn't on the fact that her husband was directly in front of them and could see what she was about to do, all she wanted to do was please this man. Her man. Whatever he said, she would do it, almost as if she was under a spell, but it wasn't that. She was just in love with the person before her.
Carefully pulling him out of his briefs, Ivy couldn't help but to hold her breath for a second, seeing how big he was. It shocked her every single time, it always seemed like he got bigger by the day.
Using only one hand, she began to stroke him, not having to do much in order for X to get hard as usual.
By now one of his hands were in her hair and on the back of her head, the other held his blunt as Ivy stuck her tongue out and ran it up and down the underside of his dick, making his whole body shudder. Ivy smiled and licked the tip, circling her tongue around the head before giving it a gentle french kiss. Dipping her head, she kissed and sucked on the underside, licking up & down the shaft again.
Ivory allowed her hand to twist as she stroked, before looking in his eyes while he smoked above her, exhaling some from his mouth, and she sucked his entire tip into hers. Running her tongue around and around. Slowly Ivy took his whole dick in her mouth, inch by inch, teasing with her tongue, her other hand cupping and rubbing his balls.
Xaier's grip on her ponytail grew tighter as she began bobbing her head up & down, circling her tongue around the tip and lightly dipping it into the small hole on top, stroking and sucking at the same time and hallowing her cheeks to take him in deeper. She could hear little moans and sighs escaping his mouth as more smoke surrounded them the more he released it.
Ivory started to slow down, kissing with tongue and sucking on the shaft before pulling her mouth off of his dick completely, kissing the tip again and standing back up, but stroking still.
"I love this dick daddy..." she murmured into his ear as she started to kiss on his neck.
He grabbed her on the back of the head and pushed his lips against Ivy's, their tongues instantly intertwining to where she could taste the weed in his mouth. Xaier, never taking his lips off hers, brought his hand from her hair and cupped her breast in that hand instead, massaging and pinching her nipples, as his lips traveled down her neck to her chest.
"Take this off for me baby." he whispered to her, but Ivory hesitated, looking over at Jayce who watched the scene in front of him in shock, complete disbelief written on his face, for the first time couldn't even find words to speak.
"Fuck him. What I just tell you Ivy?" Xaier snapped, smacking her ass as hard as he could to catch her attention, making Ivy whimper.
She turned away from her ex husband and pouted, "Daddy." she whined because it really did hurt.
"Take that shit off. Pants too." he commanded, and Ivy nodded while doing as he said, lifting her shirt over her head to reveal her bare chest, and untying the sweats to slide them down her thighs as well.
Xaier smirked watching her listen, and turned his attention to Jayce, "You see that my nigga? This woman right here? Is mine." Xaier grabbed Ivy from behind and guided her nude bottom to align with his as they both faced Jayce, her back to Xaier, her front to him.
"She's been mine, even when she was still married... you don't have control over her anymore pussy ass nigga, she makes her own decisions, she opened her eyes to find out what a beautiful woman she is. She don't need you, and she don't love you. Right baby?" X asked Ivy for approval
"Mmm mhm." Ivy mumbled, she was hearing him, but at the same time she wasn't. Feeling the heat of their privates touching, she started slowly taking him deep inside of her. Ivy didn't realize before how turned on she was regardless of the situation. Maybe it was because she missed him.
Or maybe it was because her ex husband had to watch her like this and couldn't do a thing about it as another man staked claim over her.
Ivory whimpered as her juices flowed freely onto Xaier's shaft as she slid down it. She started swaying her hips forward and back, remembering this position from the first time they did it. Going slowly at first, and then gradually speeding up as X held onto the side of her waist, his hand caressing her ass while the other held his blunt up that he was still smoking. Xaier grunted, feeling how much her body swallowed him whole, their laps collided and his meat was buried deep inside of her with no chance of slipping out.
Jayce watched Ivory's face intently as the thickness of Xaier filled inside of her. Ivy moaned as loudly as she could, meeting his eyes with pleasure filled ones, making Jayce close his own eyes tightly and let out a frustrated yell. "Are you serious Ivy?! Fucking stop!" he demanded, pulling against the restraints that bound him to the chair and forced him to sit there and endure this.
But Ivory wasn't even listening at this point, she was still moaning and whimpering focusing on the control of X's dick and her pleasure. Her ass slapping rhythmically against Xaier's thighs as she sped up her movements. Xaier laughed as he looked at her ignore him throw a tantrum over there, he couldn't believe he hadn't done this sooner.
Given how enthusiastic she had been to move, X returned the favour, wrapping his hand around her neck from behind, Xaier pulled Ivory's body back and began moving himself in sync with her to maximise the feeling. His hands straying briefly to her breasts, squeezing them, rubbing her nipples before he reached down further started to play with her clit, causing Ivy's stomach to cave.
"Baby!" she moaned louder as he did so, her hand reaching back to hold his head as she rode him for all she was worth.
"Mhm. This my pussy now right mama? Not his?" Xaier asked, kissing her neck while he rubbed her clit in gentle circles, still thrusting his hips up against her, making a clapping sound as her ass smacked against his thighs. His balls gently hitting against her slit as well, making Ivy's core throb, her orgasm approaching her quick.
Ivory hummed, closing her eyes and taking her lip between her teeth as Xaier's tongue hit her neck. "I- It was never his daddy... it's yours, I'm yours forever." she promised, grabbing his hand that was playing with her clit and pressing it harder there, screaming in delight at the pressure.
"I love you so much pretty." he said, looking directly at Jayce who shook his head with tears streaming down his face, and X chuckled. Now he wanted to cry?
Deciding to make it worse, Xaier dropped his blunt to the ground and reached for his gun placed at his sides while Ivy continued to ride him. Eyes still on Jayce, he cocked his gun and smiled feeling Ivory shake on top of him, ready to let go. And he'd let her, but not before she did what he needed her to.
"Can I cum in this pussy pretty girl?" X asked her, and she nodded furiously, forgetting everything she said about protection earlier in the day.
"Mhm.. please!" Ivy begged, opening her eyes, she stared straight ahead at Jayce, her lips curving into a smile when she saw the tears streaming down his cheeks. He had some nerve to be crying right now, but she was glad that this was hurting him. It wouldn't compare to the amount of pain he caused her, but it was enough to make Ivy happy.
Ivory's legs twitched wider, and she humped on his dick with her limited movement. He chuckled with delight, working her clit in wide, slippery circles with his fingers and matching the rhythm of her desperate hips with his. Within moments, Ivy's spine arched up off his front as she unexpectedly broke around him, and Xaier leaned forward, grinding as her orgasm sent waves of splintering pleasure through her body.
"Here Ivy, look." X said, placing the gun inside her hand, and she glanced down at it briefly, barely focusing as her juices flowed out of her quickly. "You wanted the gun right?" he asked, and she nodded, grabbing it from him and tightening her hand around it.
Xaier assisted her in aiming it perfectly at Jayce, adjusting her fingers right on the trigger. As soon as she was settled, X sat back and began again, ignoring the faint whimpers from Ivy that transformed into breathy moans from her fading orgasm.
"I..." Ivy could barely speak, her head felt fuzzy, her eyes were empty, completely filled with the euphoric feeling of X.
"Kill that nigga." Xaier demanded, looking down as the wet sounds between them seemed to echo. The drive of his dick inside her was pure exhilaration, her hips meeting his every thrust, even while her eyes remained vacant.
"Shoot that fuckin' gun." Xaier grunted next to her ear, his fuck becoming a violent pound as his shaft swelled. His thrusting body mashed over her slit, primed and trained and utterly overstimulated, and Ivory's pussy weakly contracted around him again. The pleasure was so acute it almost hurt her.
Ivory nodded her head and placed pressure on the trigger, seconds later hearing a loud shot as the bullet hit Jayce directly in the chest. Not satisfied, she shot again, and again.
With a groan, Xaier drove inside as deep as he could manage so his cum streamed hot directly against her cervix, his orgasm a torrent as he muttered incoherently, turned on from Ivy's actions.
"Good fuckin' girl." X mumbled, kissing her neck again once the shots stopped and they stared at Jayce's lifeless body in front of them.
He was finally gone.
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sorry if this feels rushed... but i really wanted that man dead so :) xoxo.