Aaliyah went crazy. All she could think about was pleasuring Ocean, her man. Just thinking how it looked between them – she in her bohemian attire while Ocean was in a tank top and sweatpants, while she sucked him off with reckless abandon.
She cupped Ocean’s balls and felt how tight they’d become. He was close to climaxing and she was too greedy to wait. She sucked him harder and eased up when Ocean released a loud moan and emptied in her mouth.
He continued to fuck her while his cock throbbed and twitched with every release. The come hit the back of Aaliyah’s throat and she opened as wide she could to take all of him. Ocean’s body shuddered and he spoke in tongues, promising her everything in between.
She licked him clean and put him back. Aaliyah went to get some iced water and gave Ocean a glass. “That was fun.” She said after a gulp.
Ocean finished his glass and set it aside. “It was.” He backed Aaliyah over to the table and bent her over. He lifted up her skirt and pulled down her bikini underwear. “This will be more fun.” He relieved his cock from his sweatpants and slid inside Aaliyah, who gasped and moaned. “That’s it. That’s my pussy right there.” He bent over and kissed her ear as he fed his cock into her. “You love this dick, huh?”
“Yes!” Aaliyah moaned. Ocean increased his thrust and she felt his balls slap against the wet slit of her pussy. She tried to ease away from it but he pulled her back.
“Ooh, where you going, boo? Don’t run.” He licked her earlobe. He reached over and cupped her small breasts as he pushed harder inside her. “Take this dick.”
“Ocean!” Aaliyah breathed. He’d given her deliberate thrusts inside the depths of her pussy and she couldn’t take it. The ecstasy he’d given her took her to another plane and her breath quickened as she clenched tighter around him. She lost her mind and a voracious vixen took her place.
“Your pussy feels so good,” Ocean growled. He pounded her harder and felt her pussy quiver along his cock. She was about to come and he wanted to feel all of it. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours!” She cried.
“Say my name!”
“Ocean!” The orgasm washed over Aaliyah and she trembled against her table. The orgasm tore into her, splitting her apart, and Aaliyah felt more connected to him than before. Her emotions were everywhere and she didn’t know how to feel or even what to think. She was dazed, but not confused.
Ocean came a short time later and emptied inside her. He lifted her shirt and kissed her back. He eased himself out of her and retrieved a wet washcloth to clean her up. He tossed it aside and straightened Aaliyah up. He turned her around and gave her a bruising kiss before he pulled away. “Dinner’s ready.” He slapped her ass.
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Reality show filming wasn’t as easy as Aaliyah thought it would be.
She mistakenly thought everything was captured as it was, when it happened. She didn’t realize she had to do multiple takes of the same thing. She had to walk out of her home a certain way. She had to be shown doing a sketch during certain lighting.
The only thing real about the whole shebang was Aaliyah and her shop. Everything else was as manufactured as it could be.
Still, publicity for the show meant other business opportunities and networking. She always wanted more than one income and the shop’s success let her fulfill that wish. She purchased a few properties and fixed them up for a profit.
Her parents taught her to be smart with her money. If she was going to be a free spirit, she needed to have a bank account that resembled a Wall Street broker. There was no point of being wild, carefree, and broke.
It wasn’t that Aaliyah didn’t treat herself or have lavish items inside her home and business. But she was hard-pressed to spend an insane amount of money on designer footwear when her Vans fit her just fine.
Ocean’s style was wildly different. He had his trusted pair of Fuckboi Logic shoes but his jeans were now designer. His simple t-shirts came out of Neiman Marcus. Even his hair products were insanely expensive.
Yet, it all didn’t matter. He wanted her and loved on her like she was the last breath he would ever take. The differences between them only fed their love instead of tearing them apart.
He left the day before and returned to D.C. to conquer the world. Aaliyah felt like a groupie and went on Ocean’s website. It was clear and easy to navigate with many categories for anyone to choose from.
She learned about his policies, the bills he enacted, and other nonsensical things about him like his favorite music and what he liked to do in his spare time. She knew all of that but it was different to read it from another perspective. She wanted to see how everyone else saw Ocean.
Aaliyah knew the deepest fears and emotions of him, yet she still couldn’t tell him everything about her past. They were private with their love affair until she was comfortable enough to be known as his girlfriend and even then, Aaliyah wasn’t sure if the scrutiny of their relationship was something she could withstand.
As Aaliyah watched the network set up filming for the next scene, she wondered if they would follow her to D.C.?
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“I have a question about all of this,” Ocean began as he sat in his chair. He re-read the Supreme Court nominee’s record and just shook his head. From being blatant misogynistic and xenophobic to small sprinkles of racism in his history, the nominee was clearly there to further the current president’s agenda.
Ocean wondered why he even bothered when he knew the son of the bitch was going to be confirmed anyway. “You made a comment about Caleb Kelly kneeling and you said back in your day, athletes never protested the flag and they were all respectful.” Ocean put the sheet down. “I’m assuming you never heard of John Carlos and Muhammad Ali, huh?”
Supreme Court nominee Brian Kirk stared at Ocean with a slight smirk. He was an older white man, who looked like he just stepped out of the 1950s and was stunned to see was in the current time.
