Chapter 24: Chapter 24

Chapter 23

I started with extra speed to answer her plea she gave earlier.

"Treat me like a slut" she has earlier told me.

I worked in and out of her for thirty minutes before switching to my favorite missionary. I couldn't last any longer in the missionary neither could she.

"Aaron am gonna cum!" She said clenching the bedsheets.

She tightened her legs on my back that makes it hard for me to pull out.

"Are you using protection?" She said with her eyes closed.

"No, let me pull out" I pleaded as her legs tightened due to her orgasm.

I couldn't wait for her to finish before I poured the hot semen down her. This time it was me pushing her down due to the orgasm. I made sure every last drop was in a safe place.

She pushed me off her slightly and we both crashed on the bed heaving soundly

"That was the best," I said.

"Sure is" she replied.

We slept off immediately due to the power that was burnt up.

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BECKY'S POV

11 PM

That was the best sensation I have ever had. My orgasm took all over my body at once. I had a smile on my face but I flashed back. He came inside me.

I remember how it felt. Like hot water pouring down my coochie. Even when I tried to push him off he still got me pinned down pouring what seems like forever into me

"Babe you came inside me," I said raising my head off his chest after a two-hour sleep.

"Yes because you trapped me" he replied.

"So what you are saying is that am gonna get pregnant?" I asked looking scared.

"Are you scared?" he asked

"Of course am scared" I replied.

"Don't worry. Take this tablet, it's gonna help you neutralize my sperm" he replied handing a tablet.

I swallowed hungrily before replying to whatever he was saying again.

"So you don't want me to carry your baby," I asked folding my hands.

"Of course I do but not now. I mean am not ready to be a father yet" he replied caressing my shoulders.

"You are toxic"

"I know you love me" he replied.

He is toxic but I still don't know the reason why I am so attracted to this nigga. Guess love is blind. Sightless.

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AARON'S POV

I counted the ceiling boards, my body twitched. Exhausted. Becky was just talking too many random talks. Although it's fun to see her annoying a hungry man can't see that.

"By the way, the delivery man came earlier" Becky announced.

"He came already?" I asked.

"Yeah, seems like you Got me something" she smiled turning her back against me.

"You opened the box already" I scoffed.

"I couldn't wait" she playfully tapped me.

"Ok"

"Are you angry?" She asked.

"No" I replied.

"Well fuck you" she climbed off the bed wrapping the blanket above her chest.

"What's in the other box?" I asked.

She opened the box throwing the short at me. Becky is the type of girl who gets angry because her victim gets angry. A total psycho.

"Thanks, babe. I love you" I threw her a kiss

She giggled, obviously blushing at what I have said. She rushed into her newly acquired Nike collections.

"I got you your oversized hoodie and baggy. I don't want you stealing mine"

Immediately regretted that action. She retaliated throwing the empty boxes at me. Soon it was pillows and her tiny slaps. Soon we rolled over each other till I pinned her to the floor.

"Stealing your hoodie is more fun" she rolled her eyes.

"You can steal all you want" I lowered in with a push-up for a kiss.

Becky's legs wrapped around my waist. She isn't that heavy but she was light either.

"Show me who is the man" she teased applying pressure to gravity.

The first push-up went as Normal, at the third time, my hand trembled. I couldn't bear her weight anymore causing me to crash right on top of her.

"How is your family by the way?" She asked losing her grip.

"Mum and Freda are ok, dad is.....holy fuck! Dad asked me to check his scrap yard today!" I remembered the previous I had with my father.

"Ohh no. It's one o'clock already. Quickly take a bath, I'd put your food in a cooler" she dashed out of the room.

Stepping downstairs after my shower, Becky was waiting for me at the garage with my keys and all the requirements. Such a wife material!

"Ok, I'll see you later" she handed me the keys.

"How about you come with me. This is probably the last day we gon be living together alone. Let's spend more time together" I requested.

She agreed to come with me to the scrapyard after a heap load of persuasion.

Long drive to the scrapyard but couldn't tell since I watched Becky sleep all the way. She looks cute while asleep. Her face pale, with scattered hair and her gentle snores.

Luckily I missed colliding into a tanker due to my distraction.

The scrapyard was empty. Only an Avant-garde worker was present. He was preparing to leave too.

"Good day bro" I greeted.

"Junior boss" how are you.

"Am good. Where are the rest?" I asked.

He explained that work for a year ends on the twenty-ninth of December and all workers usually leave by the thirtieth. He was also about to travel to his hometown.

"Here you go the keys. You can also wait if you want. Some customers would like to rent cars that they wanna use for the festive seasons" he handed me a bunch of keys and was about to leave before I stopped him.

"What about the break-in?" I asked.

"What break In? We have the best security here" He asked surprised.

"My dad told me there was a break-in and I should be here today," I said confused.

He laughed. I didn't find anything funny until he told me that it was my father's way of making someone motivated to come to work.

After many conversations, he left us. I and Becky opened the storerooms and changed our status to open.

Customers soon flocked in. Each wanting to either buy or rent cars. Thanks to Becky, she helped in attending to everyone like the receptionist while I grant their desires.

"What's the time now?" I asked Becky as we sat on the floor eating the roasted chicken I bought from a local hawker.

"It's six thirty-four. It's late we should go home" she said still chewing her piece.

The drive home was silent as we focused more on the delicious roasted chicken. According to the people in the area, this specific chicken was the best in the whole of America and I couldn't argue with the way I was consuming it.

"Thanks for the Nike" Becky finally said after a sip of her soda.

"Your welcome" I replied putting more focus on the steering wheel.

Becky seems to be enjoying every minute of that day. She turned the radio and cool Afro-pop music filled the car as she swayed along.

"Aaron, there is something I always wanted to tell you," Becky said after lowering the sound of the music.

"Ohh what's that?"

She paused.