*A/N: What's up y'all? Y'all...before y'all read this, please heed this warning.

⚠️ This got a nasty ass scene in it so please, if you aren't mature enough to read it, DON'T DO IT! This is your warning right here! Don't do it, Miss Celie! Don't do it!⚠️

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Enjoy. Watch your step.
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The drive back home was so quiet because the kids weren't in the car. The car was silent and everything felt so still. Candy wasn't laughing in her car seat with Troy making silly faces at her and Raina laughing while tapping on my shoulder, asking me when we'll be home.

My babies were in their grandpa's hands and, knowing how much Mrs. Carter despises me and everything I create, I can already predict how she'll treat Raina and Candy. She's in the same house as Mr. Carter.

I was skeptical at first about this whole idea and I can't say that the perfect mother was in me at first with Raina alone but my motherly intentions just clicked as soon as Trent started dating me. Speaking of Trent, he was the one that persuaded me out of my negative thoughts.

This doesn't mean that the negative thoughts went away so easily. Since the car ride back home was so silent, I recapped on our lunch with his family and asked myself what made me marry this man. I could deal with the rest of his family because they were actually respectful.

But his mother...the matriarch of the family has something against me. Her and Trent's new sisters are in this weird hate-the-woman-Trent-married clique. They could possibly be jealous or whatever but their jealousy is worse than any type of jealousy I've seen in my lifetime.

Does it have to be that harsh? To where one of them has to sit between us during a Christmas dinner, where his mom has to have a two-hour conversation with her son during our wedding, to where my kids are in potential danger when around her?

How the hell did they become a target in her toxic game of darts? Why do they have to suffer from my past mistakes? The thought of what that evil woman could possibly do to my kids scared the hell out of me and I grew pissed.

"Trent, turn the car around, now."

"Carmon, what are you-"

"TURN THE CAR AROUND NOW! We have to go get the kids!"

Sure, my past motherly choices weren't the best with Raina and I always take full responsibility for that, taking every blow coming for me because of my poor choices. However, I know it's never too late to make things right and improve. This is a start. By going back to get my kids instead of them showing up missing the next morning because 'they ran away on their own'.

Trent's deep-sea blues watched me panic as I pried at the passenger's side door. I wasn't leaving my children in the hands of that woman. That mistake was already made when Raina was younger except with someone much eviller than her.

"Get me out of here, Trent! I have to get my kids! She's going to hurt my babies!"

He stopped the car right in front of the house and pushed the gear shift roughly in park. Jumping out of the car, he rushed over to my side and caught me before I could even step foot out of it. Before I could run and get my kids like I wanted.

My whole body fell over his shoulder in dismay, feeling as if I just neglected my kids again. Not just Raina but Candy too. Hell, Troy could've probably been in danger too for being there for my babies as the big brother.

Trent carried me inside as my mind went back to my neglectful days of putting Raina off on anyone and everyone who'd take her. Just to live my life and not show her the same love my mom showed me at her age. Not being the greatest example for her when she was younger.

I didn't know how to after meeting her biological father. Really, after Mom and Papa passed away. Like how do you raise a child when all you feel you know is men, sex, and abuse?

All of what I knew about my Mom and Papa were put on the backburner and knocked the hell out of me as I spent my teen years and early 20s in a prisoned relationship, thinking it was just like my parents' relationship. Fucking up my own self-esteem and heart staying with the guy for what I thought would help myself and my daughter, I blinded myself and missed my little girl's early years.

I can't get that time back with my daughter and can't go back in time to change the way I raised her. However, I can prevent the same thing that happened to me from happening to her. She will not be ridiculed or abused because of some stupid shit I did.

"Trent-"

"Hell nah, Carmon. You've got to stop thinking about her- Ooooh! Let her even think of doing something to our kids and she'll regret the day she conceived me. My mom is not that bold and Dad won't let her get away with doing anything to you or them. I promise you, Carmon. Sweetheart, look at me..."

My crying got he best of me and I couldn't even look up from my hands. The feeling of guilt wouldn't let up on me. With every crack of the whip, every hit to the back, I grew so tired and broken. My soul is tired, my heart is bent and can't be bent anymore, and my body is weak.

However, my husband had other plans. He pulled me into his lap and wrapped his arms around me before moving my hands away from my face, exposing the tears that were rushing from my face.

Making eye contact with me as my head rested on his shoulder, he firmly said "This is not something I did for an image or for charity. When I look at you, I see that same glow in your eyes I did when we first looked at each other and banged each other. Minus the club lights but still. When you speak, you still make me weak in the knees and my heart beat out of my chest like Jim Carrey did in The Mask."

Chuckling at his words, I felt my body warm up as my mind thought of my favorite movie as a child. Still love that movie to this day. Cameron Diaz...

"Don't get me started on when you touch me, honey. All my senses go into alarm mode and work in overtime. My point is that we're in this together because of all of those things. Because of the way you make me feel in every part of my body and I'm not willing to give that up to anyone else. This is not just a partnership. It's not just a marriage. It's a bond, a companionship, togetherness."

Wiping the tears from my eyes as he held me, he continued with "This is love and you can't do all the work in one area and I do work in another. We're not sticking to the status quo here. We work equally in every aspect of this life here. We work in love and that's what makes people act like my mother. Let that woman be mad but she wouldn't dare try to lay a finger on our kids. Especially if she doesn't want her pretty little image ruined."

Oh shit. I didn't even think about that. His mom is always looking for someone to impress. Someone to outdo. Someone to show up.

As those ideas ran circles in my mind, Trent grabbed my attention with "Now, it'd be nice if you went ahead and showed me how it feels to be Mrs. Carmon Carter."

My eyes were about to pop out of my head because he knew how much I loved the way my new name rolled off his tongue like that. It made me feel pretty frisky every time he said it. When someone else said it, it made me feel good but, when he says it...

He says it in a way that makes me want to throw him on his desk, at the office, and sit on his face.

Sitting up from his shoulder, our eyes connected before our lips ever could. Right now, all I wanted was to get rid of my guilt and just show my undying affection for the man that claimed me as his. As his best friends, business partner, dessert after dinner, his baby mother. And most importantly, his wife.

As we struggled to get each other out of our designer clothes, the word 'wife' and name change echoed in my mind while drowning out everything else. Excitement was an understatement for how I was feeling. Goosebumps trailed down my arms as his long fingers crawled up my half-naked backside.

Grateful to love because it never gave up on me and gave me a second chance when I needed it. When I wasn't even thinking about it, it came right on time.

Kisses to my neck upped my body temperature while I panted at the thought of this feeling of what being Mrs. Carter was like. What it looks like. The freedom, consistent passion, comfort, love, and peace. With a bit of heat here and there.

Scratches and squeezes came across my skin as our half-naked bodies exposed themselves to each other slowly. He struggled to unclip my bra as his smooth lips moved across my collar bone and straight to the tops of my chest. Each kiss filled with intimacy and ecstasy, making my mind shut off and letting him take over my body.

My hands slowly moved over his shoulders as his lips wrapped around my right nipple and his hands around my hips again, gripping onto the skin and forcing a soft but much-needed groan from my lips.

Suddenly, the feel of his hardened shaft alone added more feeling of pleasure to my body and it was still locked away in his dress pants. Sitting on his hard on took me back to the first time we ever had sex in his office. Same position, different place, same people, different time in our lives. Oh, but the same feeling. Well, no. Even better.

My fingers played with the belt on his pants as he moved to my left nipple and played with it using his tongue. This overwhelming sensation between us was something I hadn't felt with anyone else. My heart was racing hundreds of miles a minute, goosebumps still across my skin, biting onto my bottom lip to keep from screaming and he wasn't even inside me yet.

The way he could make me release without even penetrating me was astounding. With that one look in his eye, that one finger leading from my lips to the seam of my panties, every kiss planted on any part of me, and his slick moves with anything he does, he could make me climax in an instant. The love-making was just a plus and a fabulous plus at that.

My fingers gripped onto his open pants in temptation, agony, torture. His teasing nature drove me insane and I wanted more than what he was giving in that moment. I pulled his pants down quickly, making his lips fall off my nipple.

I just wanted a taste of something other than that nasty food we had at the restaurant. In my opinion, this meal was just as expensive and affluent if not more. Plus, it was my favorite meal.

In an attempt to lower my lips onto his length, he stopped me and pulled me back into his lap. Of course, I had a disappointed and confused look on my face. What the hell was he doing?

"Do that later. Let's connect first," he informed me as it slipped inside my lubricated center. I couldn't help but groan loudly at that point because my walls were stretching all over again. As if I were a virgin again so it hurt just a little. It surprised me, seeing as it hasn't been that long since we had sex.

However, after leaving it inside for a while, the feeling of ecstasy filled my body and smooth moans fell from my lips. My body shook in reaction as my hips grinded on his length. The sounds from our lips came together like a terrible R&B song.

Though we sounded horrible, the moment felt more special than our honeymoon or wedding night and, in my mind, our voices sounded like a throwback, slow and sexy R&B song. Everything was just more emphasized and we didn't even make it to the bedroom.

Not one finger touched my insides, no sex toys, or anything else. Just his words filled with compassion and sweet intimacy had me dripping like the first few drops that start a thunderstorm.

My toes curled, fingernails dug into his skin, screams, panting, rough moans and groans in the ear, and countless of eye rolls throughout my time with him on the couch. My mind was gone but soul was enlightened as Trent took over my body once again.

As a child, this love was all I could ever imagined as Papa showed this type of affection to Mom. As a teen, I felt I never deserved this kind of love and attention. As a young woman, I wasn't treated with this much attention so there wasn't any sense in looking for it.

However, as a newly married woman, I took it, ran with it, and held every last kiss, hug, back rub, kind gesture, word, whisper, touch, and everything else close to my heart. It was all mine and Trent made sure it was all mine. Only mine.

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Things got a bit nasty in the kitchen with Trent picking me up after the first round and placing me on the kitchen table. His dark pools of blue swam across my body in awe as he bit on his bottom lip. He always knew how to make me feel like that mouth-watering meal you see in the glass at restaurants but you can never get.

The cool topping decorating my body began to melt as Trent locked lips with me. Drowning in his love, he teases me with "I want to know what greatness is hiding underneath this curvy whipped road here. No stoplights, please and thanks."

Starting at my neck, he trailed his tongue and lips down to my nipples. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he licked the sweet dessert off my body. Rumbles of groans sounded as my head fell back at the pleasure from my husband's tongue. Just letting him do what he's best at: Pleasing his wife.

"Hit the jackpot. Don't stop me from digging," he warned right before his clear tongue touched my sweet core and a few shivers swam throughout my body.

The way he moved his finger up my body without even looking and inserted it in between my lips made things even hotter. My toes curled again at every tongue roll against my fragile area and sounds of pleasure escaped from me.

Damn, he feels so good on me. Just take your time, baby.

Feeling his lips crawl back up my skin, a lovely idea popped in my head again. I haven't eaten since lunch yet. Let's show him how good his baby's mouth can dance.

Watching it twitch right in front of me, I wrapped my hands around it and only licked the tip. A long, aggravated groan came from his lips as a smile curled up on my face. He was so turned on and I only licked the tip.

My tongue went from the bottom to the top of his length and a little bit of his seed hit my tongue. I indeed swallowed.

My lips wrapped him and moved towards the back of my throat like some of the many times we had sex together. Letting my throat and mouth rest against his length, my cheeks sucked inward.

He smacked my ass and grabbed it tightly as his thing twitched inside my mouth. That smack turned me on even more so my lips moved up and down his length, sucking while letting the wetness fall from my mouth.

My tongue hit his balls and sucked the hell out of them both. This mouth work stung my cheeks and lips a bit but my core felt differently, feeling its contents sliding down my leg from all this ecstasy. Trent trying to reach for it wasn't helping at all.

My hand moved along his shaft long enough for him to release all over my face. Once again, tasted salty but was worth it. Luckily, he grabbed a clean rag from the closet and wiped my face. Once he cleaned my face off, he bent over to say "I hope you didn't think we were done."

Good because I wanted more from this challenging player. Those words got me even more hype. He tended to my body and teased me with his fingers for a while until he got back up again. As soon as he was up, he slipped inside me again as my legs wrapped around his body while sitting on the edge of the table for a minute there.

Soon, my legs fell as he slowly moved in and out of me just to torture me. Leaning back, I gripped onto my left breast as a good moan let itself out of my lips. Watching him move in and out of me drew me closer to a climax. He wasn't even going that fast.

Why the hell does this feel so exhilarating? Watching him move the way he does and his eyes concentrating on me amplifies everything. Why does he make me feel this way?

Fuck it. Take all of me, daddy.

My feelings were worked up as he moved me towards the kitchen sink. Lifting my right leg on the sink, he stuck it back in and it went deeper. Each movement made my heart beat faster, pant even harder, and my eyes pop out of my eye sockets.

Each kiss to my shoulder and backside made me wetter and those oceanic eyes watching me intensified the bliss we were feeling. The way he made me feel like a woman. His woman. His dirty little freak.

Fuck, he knew I loved this position because it made me climax every time. Oh, he gave me the business as he pulled my hair and whispered those sweet nothings in my ear. I couldn't say anything because I was too busy on the verge of screaming and gasping.

My walks were feeling it as a grew closer and closer. A random shout from my chest escaped from my lips with "Oh fuck, Trent!"

His fingers trailing down the side of my thigh and touching my highly sensitive area just to place them in my mouth. That was it for me.

At that point, it was torture to my vagina. Groaning in an overload of bliss, I finally reached my breaking point and released on him. My body was held close to his chest as he bit on my ear and my hair all over my head.

My whole body felt weak and I didn't want to move. He kissed my neck as he whispered "I love you so much, Carmon Carter..."

My skin had never felt more love than in that moment. Our hands rubbing all over each other, not moving from our position, and climbing down from our high. Of course, I couldn't say anything because my mind was too busy trying to come out from the pits of lust.

"....but I'm not done yet."

Not surprised. As he pulled out, he carried me up the stairs like the first time I came to his house. We had a long eventful evening of pleasure on the stairs, in the bedroom, and in the bathtub while I tried to soak When I tell you my body was so limp, he had to carry me back to the bed after that and we just ended our romantic evening both naked and clean.

We cuddled with a movie and ice cream. Watching him look at the movie was the cutest thing and my heart filled with glee thinking about how wonderful it is to be married to a passionate lover, a God-given freak named Trent Carter.

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You're still here?

Well, since you're still here, tell me what you think. Lol

What'd you think of that sex scene? I'm sorry (not sorry) if your mind has now been ruined. I told ya not to read it. What did you do? You read it! I can't help you there!

Sounds like Trent's mom may be getting to Carmon a bit. Do you think it will overthrow their marriage?

What about Carmon speaking on her past parenting skills? Do you think she's doing better?

Do you think Trent will leave Carmon if she continues to freak out like that?

Eh I'll spoil it for you, he's not leaving her over that. Keep reading and we may run into a situation worthy of that. I said MAY!

See you guys on Thursday! Love ya!