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She sat in her seat, spread her legs, and fingered her pussy while I watched. She was leisurely about it, and there was no rush. We were enjoying the night and what had transpired between us. We were looking forward to married life and a lifetime of happiness together.

I was turned on by the fact that she was beautiful, sexy, smart, aggressive, independent, and determined. But watching her finger fuck her pussy really turned me on. My arousal had returned in no time, and I couldn’t ignore what I wanted from her.

I stood from my chair, grabbed her, and lifted her into my arms. We kissed greedily and wildly as I walked backward to my chair. When I dropped down into it, Camilla grabbed my dick and pressed it against her slick heat.

I slowly slid up into her, and it felt perfect, like everything that I needed at the end of a long day filled with meetings and business negotiations. She was what I wanted to end every day with.

Camilla was warm and wet around me. My nuts ached with the need to release inside of her. She had taken control for the first time, and she was riding me and fucking me like she was slutting me out tonight.

I didn’t mind; she could do it. My baby grabbed the back of my neck and covered my mouth with hers. She controlled the kiss, letting her tongue lead the way as she showed me how to kiss her, and she rode my dick with wild abandonment.

“Cum up in this pussy, Jabari. Give me everything that I need. Let me feel you fill me up with so much cum that I wonder if we’re going to have triplets or quadruplets. I need you, baby.”

Her words were crazy, but they were everything that I needed to release into her fat, warm muff.

“Thank you, baby,” I muttered repeatedly in a low whimper.

It was the first time that I had ever been fucked, and I loved it. This woman had come in and changed my life, but I loved everything about it.

EPILOGUE – CAMILLA

ONE YEAR LATER

Our wedding was held in the same place that we first met—on the rooftop of his building. It had been my idea, and he had only wanted to give me whatever made me happy, as he did with most things.

Our family and friends were in attendance, along with our closest staff like Frankie, Creed, Riann, and Val. I wore a cream colored jumpsuit with a fully lace top. It was long-sleeved with floral appliqués on the bodice and the sleeves. The jumpsuit tapered into cigarette pants that molded to my body and stopped above my ankles.

The train of my jumpsuit attached at my waist and was silk and tulle and flowed out around my feet. Jabari had ordered me a pair of designer silver high heels decorated with Swarovski crystals on the heels. They matched the silver tiara on my head, which had Swarovski crystals and a little beaded diamond drop down onto my forehead.

I knew that I looked stunning today, and no one could tell me differently. I hadn’t wanted a dress and a large wedding. Although I hadn’t had that the first time around with Nick, I was okay with that. I knew that I would never be the large wedding type of girl, and I definitely didn’t want a frou-frou dress that wouldn’t look good on me. My mother wasn’t happy with my decision, but when Courtney pointed out that at least she was getting an invitation this time, she shut up and went along with it.

We had exchanged our traditional vows only twenty minutes earlier, and since we were having the reception here as well, there was no need for us to leave the venue.

“Cami, baby,” my mother cooed as she and my father walked up to Jabari and me.

I noticed they were holding hands, and that was one thing I could always credit my parents with—they showed each other love and affection, and they were committed to their marriage and each other.

“Hey, Mommy,” I greeted, hugging her and kissing her cheeks.

“Your dad and I wanted to come up and tell you that we’re so very proud of you, and we pray that you have a beautiful, long-lasting marriage, a beautiful family, and happiness to last a lifetime,” my mother professed.

My heart felt like it was about to explode. I hugged and kissed both of my parents on the cheek and thanked them for being here.

“Mommy and Daddy, I love you two so much. I want you in my life more, and I want to share every step,” I confessed.

“We want that too, baby,” my mother cooed as she kissed me on the cheek and then squeezed me to her.

“You are truly my gorgeous princess, pretty princess,” my father declared, beaming down at me.

“She looks breathtaking today,” Jabari observed.

“Thank you, sweetheart. You look handsome too.” I pushed up and kissed my daddy on his cheek. “Thank you for everything that you did, Daddy. If it weren’t for you, I’m not sure that Jabari and I would even be together.”

“You would’ve been. God has his way of bringing people where they need to be in life. Just trust Him to direct your paths, and you’ll always find a way.”

I danced with my father first, and then Jabari and I danced the night away. We danced three dances before we were pulled away to take plenty of photos for a spread. Some of the pictures were on the rooftop, but many of them were around the building and in his office. The ones that were taken on the rooftop were exclusively for our wedding photos. The ones that were taken in his office and around the building were for his photo shoot.

Jabari had decided that he was ready for his first interview, and he wanted it to be with me. I was honored that he had chosen me to do the exclusive interview about his journey in my magazine. We had even agreed to share one or two of our wedding photos in his spread.