A/N: Yay! The turnout for the first chapter was awesome! I feared that readers may have moved on from Jasha since they've been gone for so long.

I was asked about 'The Days'. I took it down because it wasn't fleshing out as well as I wanted it to. Though I really like the concept and I hope to come back to it someday, revamped. But we'll see how it goes.

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Enjoy the final part!

After the drama at wakeboarding, the couple decided to end their day on a much quieter note. They stopped by a local market so that Sasha could purchase souvenirs for T.K., Mia and Pam's daughter Imani, and then retreated to their sanctuary for the rest of the evening. The final day of their honeymoon began on a high, with Sasha waking up to Joe's face buried between her thighs. In turn, he was rewarded with arguably the best blow job he'd ever received in his life. A shared shower afterwards, breakfast overlooking the lagoon, and another highly enjoyable make-out session in the Jacuzzi, was followed by one final lazy lounge under the sun, letting time idly tick by until dinnertime arrived again.

Sasha appeared in her husband's line of sight. "Ready, babe?"

This was probably the most daring of the endless convoy of heart-stopping dresses. Skin-tight and sleeveless, black lace from top to hemline, her black thong visible underneath. Virtually the entire length of her back was exposed; the neckline was slashed open all the way down to her pierced navel, her ample breasts pushed together by thin strands of black tightly crisscrossed over her chest. Very little was left to the imagination. Nah. Tonight, he was standing his ground. She couldn't keep doing this to him, torturing him and making him lose his self-control every time he set his eyes on her. It had to end somewhere.

Joe's grey eyes blazed mercury. "You are not leaving this place looking like that."

Sasha fluffed her hair. "What are you talking about?"

"Fuck you mean, what am I talking about?" he shot back, looking on as the mother of two perched one leg on the edge of their bed to slip on towering, strappy sandals that made him groan with lust the first time he saw them. "I tolerated all the other dresses cuz I didn't wanna start a fight with you. But not this time. No fuckin' way. It's too tight and it's showing too much skin." He stopped his diatribe when she stood back upright, and it was all he could do to keep his jaw from hitting the floor at the finished product. Her legs were elongated by the heels, looking taut and firm and begging to be wrapped around his waist or even better, around his neck...

Fuck.

Holding back a giggle, Sasha brushed her hands down the length of her body, her hips wiggling as she gained her balance in the shoes. "It's not that tight, Mister. I can breathe, for one. Besides I worked my ass off to get this body, remember? Why not flaunt it a little?"

"Flaunt it a little?" Joe repeated, "This what you call 'a little', advertising your tits and ass to the whole world? My tits and ass? Hell no."

Sasha's eyebrows shot up to her hairline. "Are you serious? Who's the guy that's constantly on the cover of Men's Journal or GQ or some other magazine showing off his ripped biceps or toned abs?"

"Don't gimme that shit. That's different and you know it."

"No it's not."

Joe crossed his arms angrily, his arms threatening to burst through his shirt. "You are not wearing that dress. I forbid you."

Sasha recoiled, looking at her husband like he'd grown a second head. "Forbid me?" Marching up to him, she stabbed her finger into his chest. "You listen to me, homie. I may be married to you but that don't give you the right to order me around. I'm your wife, not your property. I like this dress. I'm wearing it for you. It's our last night here. I wanna go out and dance and have fun and that's exactly what we're gonna do." Despite her irritation, she let her gaze trickle down his large frame, eyeing up the form-fitting shirt with the open chest and the jeans that hugged his ass perfectly. "You don't see me tryna hide you from the rest of the world, standing over there with your fine ass. Let's go."

Things between them were tense from then on. She rolled her eyes at his sulking at dinner, and the way he glared daggers into any man that dared to look at her. She was still on the fence as to whether she thought it was sexy or ridiculous. Later, they wandered into the little district where various clubs and bars were situated. Music thumped out from both sides of the street in a loud, eclectic mix. Sasha dragged Joe in the direction of a particularly animated establishment with an Afro-Caribbean vibe that drew her in. Walking in, they were welcomed by a large bar space with seating booths made of black leather. The walls were streaked with yellow, black and green in the colors of Jamaica's national flag, and the dance floor space was already packed. No one seemed to recognize Joe, and if they did, no one showed it.

Settled in a secluded corner, Sasha was fascinated by the bodies littering the dance floor, enjoying the reggae-dancehall songs thumping from the speakers. As it turned out, her raunchy dress wasn't quite out of place in this joint, judging from what most of the other ladies were wearing. However, she was not pleased that an hour had passed and she was still sitting on her ass. She cast a hopeful glance at Joe. "Babe, dance with me."

Setting his Mai Tai on the table, his second of the night, he shook his head, "I think I'll pass."

"Really? Why? Too busy flirting with little miss waitress over there?" She pointed openly at the pretty waitress lurking nearby who had been making eyes at Joe all night, and shouted, "Hey, bitch! Do you not see the ring on his finger or what?"

At that, the woman flushed and scurried away, causing the mother of two to roll her eyes.

Joe fiddled with the top of his nose. "Fuck's sake, Sasha. Don't make a scene."

Fed up with his surly attitude, she snorted. "Whatever. You wanna be a baby, fine. I'll go dance on my own. Who knows? Maybe I'll find someone who'll dance with me."

The last few words struck him like a bullet. His head snapped towards her. "You wouldn't dare," he warned, his tone low and threatening.

Sasha only downed her drink and smiled impishly. "Ooh, I love this song." She rose to her feet and blew him a kiss, then sauntered away towards the dance floor, finding herself a nice spot where she could see Joe clearly and vice versa. Oh, she'd make a scene alright. Her hips began to sway to the heavy bass, feeling it pounding through her chest. Her hands lifted to rake her hair back, then they began a journey down her neck, over her exposed cleavage and along her stomach, ghosting over the juncture between her thighs. Fueled by stubbornness and alcohol, her body began to rock in earnest as the dancehall song washed over her. Widening her stance a little, she bounced her backside up and down in perfect rhythm to the music, dipping low to the ground and back up the same way. She bent her knees as she rolled her ass along to the music, hitting every beat with rapid-fire isolations of her butt cheeks. Her legs folded open and closed, aiding the fluid roll of her waist and hips, her body twirling in provocative circles. She twisted back in her husband's direction, watching him glare at her over the rim of his glass, scanning her gyrating body from head to toe. A smirk crossed her features, and as she dragged her palms back up her midsection, she pulled her lower lip into her mouth.

Joe's mouth was dry. His breathing had quickened. His dick was rock-hard, and he was gripping his glass so tightly it was seconds away from shattering in his hand. There she went again, biting that fucking lip, that body of hers teasing and provoking him with moves he'd only seen in those sexually charged Caribbean music videos. She knew exactly what she was doing and he was mesmerized. The worst part was he wasn't the only one paying attention to her. There was a number of assholes staring from different directions, but two in particular grated on his nerves. Standing by the bar, they were pointing at Sasha and talking between themselves, probably making lewd, frat-boy comments as she obliviously continued her dance. One of them gawked blatantly at her, and Joe felt his hands begin to itch, and silently, he dared them to make a move on his wife. Encouraged by his friend's goading gestures and obviously possessing some sort of death wish, the gawker pushed away from his spot by the bar and began to approach Sasha.

Joe was on his feet in a flash, abandoning his drink and striding towards the dance floor. He was a man on a mission, forcefully nudging his way through the sea of sweaty bodies as he made a beeline for Sasha. The other man spotted Joe barreling over, sized him up, and immediately stalked away in the other direction. The Samoan's lips curled in a derisive sneer as he watched the punk retreat. That's right asshole, fuck up outta here.

Sasha stiffened for a second as a large pair of hands grabbed her hips from behind. Her head tipped back, and she smiled as she met Joe's eyes, his strong, thick arm snaking round her waist, his huge frame enveloping her much smaller one. Right away she knew he was marking his territory and had no problem playing along. She pushed her backside firmly against him, feeling the thick bulge of his erection pressing into her, and she treated him to some more of her racy moves, grinding her ass rhythmically into his crotch. A low groan slipped from his lips, and brushing her hair out of the way, he dipped down to kiss the crook of her neck, his mouth widening, sucking the heated skin greedily until her back arched against him. A moan escaped her as his massive hands caressed all over her body, from her breasts to her stomach down to her thighs. She moved her hand up to grip the back of his neck, her head reclining in invitation. Joe accepted gladly, capturing her mouth with his, tasting the alcohol on her tongue. He held her tight to him, his fingers digging into her dress as he grinded his painfully throbbing hardness against her ass.

Sasha turned in his arms to face him, her mouth still on his, her hips rolling in his hands. With one hand cupping her face, he groaned into her mouth as she pushed her breasts against his pecs, her fingers grazing his nipples as they raked over his shirt. She pulled back from their kiss, breathless, and pressed her forehead against his, locking her arms around his neck and holding on. Darkened eyes locked on the other's as her legs widened slightly to straddle his thigh, and she proceeded to hump his leg as though it were something else entirely. Joe's hands wandered south, down her sides and over the bounteous swell of her ass, and he grabbed and squeezed wantonly, hitching the already short hem of her dress higher in the process. Their lips met again as his body rocked with hers in time with the music. They were putting on quite the X-rated show, but neither cared. They groped and grinded against each other, their bodies melded tightly together, impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

"We're leaving. Now."

The three words sent Sasha reeling, but there was no time to digest them as Joe abruptly let go of her and stormed off the dancefloor. Bewilderment tumbled over her arousal, and her first reflex was to scurry after him, following him out of the club and into the cab he'd already hailed. Inside the car, she cozied up to him, planting soft, inviting kisses on his cheek and neck. He didn't say a word the entire journey back home, didn't even return her affection, which was different from all the other nights, but she could feel how tense he was, feel the sexual heat radiating angrily off his body. She could tell she was in big, big trouble, and deep down, she welcomed it.

Of course, her husband's resistance broke soon enough. They were kissing ferociously by the time they stepped through the curtain and into the bungalow, the tension that built all night finally spilling over. Joe roughly bundled Sasha into the wall next to the curtain, causing her to moan into his mouth and grind against him once again. But he wasn't having it, his body holding her still against the wall.

"Nah, I think you've done enough of that tonight," he rasped, scanning her flushed face. "It's my turn to do all the teasing now."

Her breath caught at the deep, gravelly tone of his voice. He wasn't playing around but then again, when it came to sex, he never did. She was dripping for him already, aching to feel him inside her.

"Some fucker came at you while you were out there shakin' your ass," Joe continued. "What would you have done if I didn't get there first, huh? You'da let him touch you? Put his hands on you?"

"Never!" The answer burst from her chest, "No one touches me but you, baby."

He smiled, pleased with her answer. "I know. Still, you need to be punished. You cannot keep teasing me like that and getting away with it. Tonight, I'ma teach you a lesson you'll never forget."

Turning her to face the wall, his hands traveled down her open back, over her shapely hips and thighs and down to the hem of her dress. Keeping her pressed against the wall, he molded his body into hers, his erection pushing against her backside.

"I'ma give it to you good, baby girl," His voice was low and seductive in her ear. "I'ma drive this sexy body of yours so fuckin' crazy, you'll lose your mind. I'm gonna make you feel every last bit, every last inch of my frustration with you." Shoving his hand down the front of her underwear, he flattened his palm right over the slick juncture between her legs and rubbed the wetness there, and he smiled as Sasha moaned softly, as her skin quivered around his hand. Without warning, he smacked her, right there on her pussy. She cried out, slumping against the wall, but Joe pulled her ass back against his crotch and smacked her pussy again. He bent down to bite her neck, sucking her skin between his thick lips and making her gasp for air. Slamming both hands into the wall, Sasha began to roll her hips, grinding down on his fingers. Joe put his free hand on her elbow, trailing up her forearm and wrist before he linked their fingers together against the wall. The other hand became gentle, fingers rubbing her sex in circular motions, and he quickly withdrew them and put them in his mouth. His lips twisted into a smirk as he watched her watch him suck her juices off his fingers, her mouth parted and her eyes dilating with lust.

"You taste so good, baby girl," he said, "I can't wait to hear you beg me. Can't wait to hear you scream my name while I'm all up in your guts. I wanna look into your eyes as you come, feel your cum flood this dick right here." He rolled his bulge against her ass once more for emphasis and reveled in yet another throaty gasp from her.

"Baby...please," she whined.

"Ah, there it is," the Samoan smiled and kissed her cheek. "Beg me, baby. Beg for what you want."

Fuck. His voice, his hands, his mouth...she was dizzy with desire and shaking with need. Her fingers curled into the wall. "Fuck...fuck me. Please."

"Oh, I will. Just not yet," he said, taking a step back. The lights were off in the apartment, but the moonlight seeped in through the windows, illuminating a small fraction of the room. "Keep your hands were I can see 'em," he instructed. Glancing around the room for a few seconds, he caught sight of the object protruding from the wall directly above his wife's head; a long cylindrical knob presumably designed to hang jackets, coats and the like. His gaze raked over Sasha's heaving frame again, lingering on her ass, then back at the knob, and he broke into a huge, lascivious grin. He looked back at her, eyeing her up and down.

"Take off that dress," he ordered, "Next time, you wear it for my eyes only."

Her heart pounded at his low, commanding tone. With her back still turned, she dragged the dress over her head and dropped it on the ground, waiting for his next instructions. Then she heard him speak again.

"Same with the thong. Turn around and give 'em to me," he told her.

Obediently, she peeled the thong down her legs and surrendered the tiny material over to him. He fondled the lace fabric and raised the dampened patch to his nostrils, groaning as he inhaled. He backed her up again and wound her panties around her wrists, not too tightly to hurt her, and then tied her restrained hands to the knob above her, securing that end firmly. He stepped back again to admire his woman. She was as naked as the day she was born, wearing nothing but those mouthwatering heels. Her breasts looked bigger and perkier with her hands up like that. Her kiss-swollen lips were pressed tightly together, as were her thighs, obviously aroused for him. Soon, they would both be open again, one pair clinging to his waist while the other screamed his name. His dick jumped in his pants at the thought.

Reaching behind her, Joe palmed each of her rounded cheeks, caressing and molding the flesh greedily in his hands. He groaned as he recalled how she'd taunted him with it at the club, shaking and rolling it around for the world to see, and possessiveness filled his entire being once more.

"What you did to me tonight, baby girl..." he snarled, "I get it. You're not a piece of property, and I'd never treat you like that. But damn it, you're mine. Every part of you." He squeezed her right ass cheek. "This ass is mine. This pussy is all mine. It belongs to nobody but me. You understand me?" With that, his hand swooped in, landing a hard smack on her ass. "Whose ass is this?"

Sasha gasped at the sudden impact, her body trembling from the sudden heat that spread through her, "Fuck, Joe..."

He stepped closer to her, keeping her body pinned sideways to the wall with his. "Answer me," he ordered, spanking the other cheek this time. "Whose ass is this? Who does this pussy belong to?"

"You, Daddy. It's all yours," she rasped, certain she was about to pass out from pleasure.

His smile was wide, possessive and triumphant. "You love that shit, don't ya?" he taunted her with another slap to her backside, "When I talk dirty to you? When I leave my handprint all over this juicy ass?" He smacked her again, causing her to moan and whimper wantonly. Joe showed no mercy, slapping her backside a few more times until her moans increased to soft cries. His fingers wound back between her legs, slipping one inside her, and he groaned at how wet she had become. His breathing was heavy as he plunged his fingers in and out of her. "Wow, you're soaked. Daddy spanking that fat ass makes you wet, huh? Such a dirty fuckin' slut."

Sasha cried out, tugging at the makeshift restraints. "Fuck, you're gonna make me fuckin' come," she gasped.

She was right. He could feel her walls starting to clench around his finger. But he didn't want that just yet. He pulled out his fingers again, noting her dismayed moan at the loss of contact. Rotating her fully towards him once again, he cupped the swells of her naked breasts, littered with goosebumps, her nipples as hard as pebbles from all the teasing so far. But he wasn't done; he was far from done.

"I fuckin' love these big titties," he commented, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Bending at the knees, he closed his mouth over one breast, nipping and licking the swollen flesh. His tongue swirled around the nipple before he tugged it with his teeth, earning another groan from her. He pushed her other breast up with his hand, squeezing as he sucked on it like a newborn infant. Sasha swore loudly, her voice rising in volume with every move from his mouth.

"Ohhh shiiiit!" She writhed and bucked against him, driven insane by the lethal combination of his hot mouth and warm tongue. Her eyes squeezed shut, mouth open as her chest began to clog and her mind began to spiral out of focus.

"Breathe, baby," Joe told her, and right on command, she dragged in a raspy breath, alleviating the discomfort in her chest. "Baby, please...I need...I need..."

He knew exactly what she needed. But he was too busy enjoying every second of her agony. "I wish I could film the look on your face right now, beautiful," he murmured, pressing his lips to her jawline, his long tongue scooping up the beads of sweat collecting there. "So hot and desperate and ready for me. You're ready for my dick, aren't you baby?"

"Yes!" she practically shouted. "Jesus, babe. I'm fuckin' overdue!"

Chuckling at her answer, he let go of her so he could pull his shirt over his head. He dropped the clothing on the floor, his belt and pants following suit. He kept his gaze on Sasha, her eyes dark and chest heaving, her hair tousled, lipstick smeared all over her parted lips. He had her right where he wanted her. This was revenge, plain and simple. He was going to torture her just like she'd tortured him all week. Shedding his briefs, he gripped his dick, slowly fisting it up and down for her pleasure, and his body involuntarily trembled at the rabid hunger blazing in her eyes. He flicked his thumb over the head, pre-cum oozing over the tip, and hissed with desire as he drank in his wife's naked body one more time. He was always so turned on by her, always hard and ready to go with just one glance at her soft voluptuousness. He'd vowed to spend his life showing her how much he craved her, ached for her, and he had no plans to let her down.

A whimper escaped Sasha as Joe reached for her, lifting her right leg around his waist, catching his sharp hiss as her high heel dug into his backside. She felt the head of his length brush over her sensitive clitoris and winced as her insides twitched at the contact. But all of that blurred into oblivion when his knees bent and he slowly pushed inside her. His eyes squeezed shut for a moment or two, his full lips parted as he absorbed her. Then he opened his eyes again, and Sasha whimpered at the intensity staring back at her. His gaze was unwavering as he rested his forehead against hers, audibly biting back a groan as he started to move in and out of her.

"Fuck." Her head fell back to knock against the wall, the pleasure attacking her from the jump, gasping each time Joe pumped into her with slow, hard thrusts. There was nowhere for her to go; her hands were tied above her head with her own panties. Her climax was already knocking, creeping up higher and higher and approaching her breaking point. She stared up at the ceiling, trying to blink through the dimness of the bungalow, the obstructed vision giving the eerie, yet erotic effect of being blindfolded.

"Look at me."

Her husband's voice was a low rasp, deep and dripping with desire and authority. As always, she couldn't help but obey. Her glassy eyes locked with his, and she was lost in the silver depths, lost in the love and lust and power swirling in them. The eye contact was broken when he covered her mouth with his, softly biting her bottom lip. As he plunged upwards into her, his free hand closed over her breast before it slid down her body to grab her second thigh, yanking it around his waist and carrying her. His muscular arms pressed her hips and his large hands gripped her ass, spreading open her cheeks to thrust deeper inside her.

"Nani...shit, you're so fuckin' wet...so tight..." His face lowered to attack her neck, sinking his teeth into her hot skin and earning another string of swear words from her pretty little mouth. Her thighs gripped his waist, wrapping around him strongly. Joe took advantage of her firm hold and pressed her flush against the wall, rotating his hips clockwise in slow, grinding motions, and a smirk tugged his lips as he watched her beautiful face contort in utter ecstasy.

"Oh my god..."

"That's right baby girl, all up in your guts, just like I promised," he said, still grinding into her, ensuring he was buried to the hilt. Her voice pitched higher and higher with every thrust, but it only buoyed the Samoan. His hips accelerated again, slamming viciously against hers, pounding deep inside her sensitive spot. Her loud, tortured groans rang in his ears, and one tore from the back of his throat as he felt her walls squeeze his dick.

Tears sprang to Sasha's eyes. She was unraveling, too fast and too hard. The tightly twisted material of her underwear was digging into her wrists and the ache in her suspended arms was becoming unbearable, but it was nothing compared to the sensations ransacking her loins as Joe rammed into her, his thrusts deep and hard and unforgiving, his grunts and moans echoing around her. Her thighs trembled, her body shuddered as she gasped his name over and over. And then an explosion ripped through her, unleashing a plethora of desperate howls and curses as what was left of her senses was annihilated.

Joe held her tightly as she came undone, and when it was all over and she sagged in his arms, he snickered lowly and braced her back against the wall. He nuzzled her breasts, nipping the cushy flesh, but frowned when he heard what eerily sounded like a sob. He lifted his head, and was horrified by the sight of the wet stains streaking her cheeks.

"Shit!" Pulling out of her, he moved quickly to free her hands from her restraints, bringing her arms down. "Babe, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" he asked, catching a glimpse of her marked wrists.

She didn't answer. Instead, her arms and legs wound tightly around him and her face retreated into the crook of his neck, and he felt his heart shatter when her tears made contact with his skin.

"Baby girl I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He kissed her hair, her neck, her shoulder, any part of her body he could get to. "I got carried away. I should have asked you to use a safe word or somethin'...Fuck, nani, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You didn't hurt me," she mumbled against his throat.

"But you're crying."

"I'm sorry. I'm just overwhelmed. That was...It was so intense. In a good way."

"You sure?" he asked, his grey irises laden with worry as she finally found the strength to raise her head.

"Yes." She looked at him, her heart lurching at his devastated expression. "I'm fine, baby. I'm okay. I promise." To prove her point, she claimed his mouth with hers in a slow, passionate kiss. She tightened her arms around his neck, her fingers tunneling through the strands of his long raven hair as she breathlessly kissed him over and over. "Your stroke game is so damn good, Daddy. Keep goin'. Fuck me till you come," she whispered, slipping her tongue between his lips.

She always did know how to push his buttons, erogenous and otherwise. Finally convinced, Joe groaned in surrender and returned her kisses with enthusiasm, carrying her across the common area and towards the bed. They knelt on the bed, facing one another. Sasha pressed her lips to his again, then trailed them down the length of his body, shifting on all fours when she was at eye level with his erection. She wasted no time taking it into her mouth, and she moaned as she tasted herself, widening her knees to get more comfortable on the bed. Instantly grabbing a fistful of her hair, Joe looked down at her with glazed eyes, groaning as he watched himself disappear into her pouting mouth, her cheeks caving in with every suck, her back arched. His breath rushed out of his lungs when her eyes flicked up seductively to meet his as her tongue snaked out to curl around his shaft. Moaning his pleasure, he trailed his free hand along her back to squeeze one ass cheek, two fingers sneaking lower to sink into her moist entrance. Sasha moaned at the sudden intrusion, and Joe swore as the sensual sound vibrated around his dick. Her mouth continued to pump him, her head bobbing back and forth while her fingers slipped underneath to tug his balls, making him pant in near desperation.

"Baby girl," he groaned, tilting his head back briefly, consumed by sweet sensation. "Ahh, fuck..." Holding the back of her head, he pulled her down on him and held her there, making her take all of him into her warm, accommodating mouth. He did it a few more times, rolling his hips a little to push deeper into her. "Fuck, nani, your mouth feels so good on my dick," he panted, looking down at her.

Sasha let him have his way for a couple of minutes, then pushed him back by the hips, slipping his dick out of her mouth with an audible pop. Catching her breath for a second, she wiped her mouth and crawled back up to kiss his chest, her hands resting on his abs. She then backed up in the bed and tugged his hand, allowing him to crawl on top of her. Framing her face with his hands, his kiss was rough and hot and deep, and he moaned as she kissed him back with equal passion. Absently, they maneuvered onto their sides, and Sasha draped her leg around his waist, the action brushing the tip of his erect length over her entrance. Her hand wrapped around his dick, wet with her saliva, stroking for a few moments before easing him inside her. She reared back a little, letting him push fully inside her, and Joe ripped his mouth from hers in a low groan and tucked his face in her neck. Sasha kissed his temple, running one hand along his tattooed arm. "It's okay," she murmured, "Take your pussy, Daddy. Take what's yours."

A shiver danced along his spine as her words, soft and sweet and unselfish, resonated through him. Once again he found himself thanking God for giving him such a beautiful, mature, experienced woman for a life partner, who never had a problem letting him take the lead, who never had an issue taking the lead for herself. He still had much to learn from her, much to explore with her, in bed and out. He was so happy that he had forever to do it all with her.

With his lower arm wrapped around her shoulders and his other hand splayed over her the small of her back, he rocked into her, keeping his movements as controlled and leisurely as possible. Sasha moved with him, matching his tempo, and she moaned as his hand shifted from her back to grip her ass. He hissed again at the feel of her shoe digging into his lower back. Her wetness was growing again, the friction lessening between them as his dick slipped in and out of her more easily.

"Fuck, baby girl, you're drippin'," he mumbled against her heated skin, thrusting a little harder inside her, "So wet...so fuckin' good."

Sasha gave no reply, her fingers merely twisting through his long hair. Tilting his head back so he could look at her, Joe saw the myriad of emotions coursing through her eyes, saying so much to him without her uttering a single word.

"I don't wanna go home tomorrow," she confessed. "I don't want you to leave me."

His gaze softened at the poignant admission. Emotion welled up within him as he brushed his lips over hers. "I know, nani. I know."

She started to respond, but the words dissolved in a loud whine as he plunged deep into her g-spot. Her vice-like grasp on his hair tightened. "Aw fuck, right there! Fuck me, big boy. Don't stop!"

He groaned in response, feeling what was left of his control slipping away. Gripping her hips, he pulled her down hard on his dick again and again, slamming her pelvis ruthlessly against his. He gasped as her pussy continued to constrict around him. "Aw damn, nani..." He yanked her leg up, bringing her knee over the crook of his arm, right before she kissed him tenderly.

"I love you," she breathed.

He tried to get the words out, but at this point he was hardly thinking straight. "Shit, Sash...Love you too...Fuck!"

"You feel so good, Daddy," she purred, her own orgasm starting to wash over her, "Come for me, baby. Come in my pussy." She could have asked him for anything right now and he would have given it to her. But she couldn't think of anything better to ask for than just Joe. All she wanted in this world was him, every part of him...his love, his seed...his baby.

Joe couldn't hold back anymore. He moved at breakneck speed now, desperate for his release, the sounds of his balls pounding against her skin and his grunts of exertion filling the room. His fingers pressed so deeply into her ass there was sure to be a bruise afterwards. He mashed his mouth against Sasha's, swallowing her cries as her pussy throbbed and quivered in release, her warm juices trickling down his length. His moans harmonized with hers. Sasha's hand traveled the length of his sweat-slick back and squeezed his backside, scraping the firm flesh with her nails, and that one act finally pushed him over the edge. Joe cried out over and over as his orgasm hit him hard, his hips still bucking, the ecstasy surging through him with the force of an avalanche as his seed spilled generously inside her. It seemed to go on forever but at last, he went limp, his face still buried in Sasha's neck, his heart hammering in his chest, adrenaline still pumping through his system. The fingers in his hair loosened to a caress, and her leg slid off his arm to rest around his waist, clinging to the last vestiges of their intimate connection.

"Promise me something?" Sasha said, after she'd caught her breath, rolling them over so she lay on top of him.

He didn't think twice. "Done."

She smiled. "But you haven't even heard it yet."

"Don't matter," he replied. "Anything you ask of me, I'll do."

Her lips met his tattooed chest briefly, hazy brown irises locking with hazy grey. "Promise me we'll always stay this way," she said. "This passion, this connection we got...everything we feel for each other. Promise me that we'll never lose it...that none of it goes away."

Smiling, Joe brushed his knuckles over her cheek. "Sasha, nothing will ever change how I feel about you. I made a vow to you before God and family, and I plan on keeping it until the day I die." He gently pressed his lips to hers. "We'll always have us. We'll always be us."

"That's all I want, baby. Us."

He could think of nothing else to want. Because honestly, there was nothing better to want. "And you'll have us, baby girl. Always and forever. I promise," he declared.

THE END.

Hope you enjoyed it. I have one more Jasha mini-story in mind. Hopefully I'll be able to get it finished and post it before the year runs out.

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