DOUBLE DEUCES (Part 4)

Big Shoes To Fill

"Fuck yea, that's right. Right there baby. Fuck me harder Dem".

My nails dug into the mattress as I was propped up on my knees as Demarco drove in and out of me with enough force to cause my breath to rush from my lungs. With each pound a moan would push from between my lips as I bit down on them. Swiveling my neck around so I could look up at him as he grinded into me I purred. "Do it baby. I've been so bad and need you to punish me".

"Has my cupcake been bad?" He grunted.

"Yea Demy, so, so bad".

"How bad?"

"Today when I was alone I thought about your lips on my skin and I got so hot that I started touching myself".

Flipping me over he demanded. "Show me cupcake. Show me how you get off".

Immediately I slid my hands over my sweat covered stomach until I reached my honey pot. As I worked my hands pleasuring myself Dem stood above me watching with lust filled eye's. "Does it feel good cupcake?"

"Not as good as your hands baby".

"Fuck I love you girl". He crooned as he laid back down sitting me atop his hardness. My body eagerly absorbed every inch of him. He groaned as my inner wall's squeezed his manhood and I started sliding up and down his pole with tortuous slow movement's.

"Don't tease me cupcake. That's a very dangerous thing to do".

"If I was teasing you I'd do this".

Holding myself up above him just enough so his tip barely skimmed my entrance I giggled at his strained expression. Releasing a growl that made me squeal, he tossed me onto my back and threw my legs over his shoulders pinning me down. He slammed into me with such ferocity that I moaned out loud calling his name. A orgasm so intense ripped through my body that my toes curled and my thighs was shaking. When it slowly faded away I gripped his face roughly and brought his lips down to mine. Looking into his eye's I whispered. "Mine. All mine".

"Forever Mrs. Demarco Harper". He whispered back then arched his back and slung his head back as he emptied into me.

Afterwards he collapsed on top of me and we both laid in silence trying to catch our breath. Eventually I pushed him off to my side. "Sorry baby but it's hot and your heavy".

We both laid on our sides with our head propped up on our hands staring at each other. "Can you believe that in less than a month we have the big official wedding?" I asked with a goofy grin.

Demarco laughed at my giddish banter. "I'm happy just to be married to you. I could care less about all that fancy junk".

"True Demy, but your mom worked hard on every detail so be nice".

"Who me? I'm always nice, to you anyways".

Rolling my eye's I asked. "Do you think your mom will be home for the wedding. I'd hate for her to miss it."

Demarco laughed. "Cupcake, it's my mommy. I guarantee that she will have her guards tied up by the end of the week if she hasn't already accomplished it".

"I just don't understand why your Pape sent her away".

"Pape being Pape and it kills him everyday she's gone. He won't admit it but I see it. He's never been able to control my mommy and it drives him insane. Yet it's why he loves her so. Even before I was born they've played these cat and mouse game's.  I honestly believe it's what has kept their love so strong over the years. There's nothing more they love than proving each other wrong or outdoing each other. Basically that's why they are such a strong, ruthless couple together".

Worrying my bottom lip with my teeth I murmured. "I'm scared Dem".

A protective expression came to his face. "Of what cupcake?"

"I know you'll be king again and I'm just scared I won't serve you well. I mean your mom is amazing and I can't imagine taking her place".

Pulling me to him he spoke softly. "Shhh... cupcake. You are just as amazing and mommy has even told me that she sees great things in you."

Smiling I hugged him tight. "And you, my husband will be a great king. Better than your Pape even."

Demarco kissed my forehead and soon his breathing calmed and fell into a sleep pattern. I laid there staring at this man with all his tattoos and thought how lucky I truly was. Demarco gave me the world and takes care of it all. Yes, we had our rough patches but without those rough patches we probably wouldn't be here today going strong.

Being demoted from king truly hurt him and not to mention the things we was going through, but now as future queen I make it my job to build him up everyday. I will stand by his side and help guide him, support him, and love him senseless. I want him to be just as proud of me as I him.

I've even chosen my clothing more carefully to represent my man better. Behind closed doors I still sport my ugly orange, fuzzy pajamas and such, but in public by Demarco's side, I exude sophistication, class, and all the lady like mannerisms.

Honestly it's right funny because behind closed doors, tucked into our apartment we are anything but elegant. Dem tosses his suit aside for his ball shorts and I in those orange pants. If people only knew just how strange we was together. We eat  our dinner on the living room floor off of whatever takeout tray we ordered.  Laugh at silly cartoons and race to grab the last slice of cheesecake which Demarco always wins, usually by placing me in a headlock while he eats his cake.

Demarco has also changed too. He now takes me out at least once a week and really makes me feel special. I think the thing with Jax really woke him up and he never wants me to feel that way again.

Sadly Jax is a normal fixture around the Den these day's due to his cop connections but I stay well away from him. My poor Demy has to try real hard not to snap his neck whenever he's near. Sometimes I think Jax goads Dem by giving jackass smiles in his direction. If Dem does get him, it serve him right.

Placing a tender kiss against his temple I snuggled down and closed my eye's as Demarco wrapped his arm tighter around me and mumbled "mine" in his slumber.

Smiling I mumbled back. "That's right. Yours".

To each weirdo their own, and I found my weirdo to match the weirdness in my soul.