Celebrations

Aaron has grown into a fine young man in my eyes. The worst part of growing up for a man is his beard. He's now maintaining a French beard and I absolutely hate it. Other women don't seem to even mind the beard.

What's with men showing off their pubic hair on their faces! I want a clean shaved man earing my pussy! Not pubic hair replacing my own shaved one and tickling me, piercing me!

But he looks hot.

Especially with his powerful thrusts as he makes me squirt and moan like a mistress.

He was over my body, my legs held to my chest while being banged by my lover. He kisses me occasionally, reminding me no one will ever take his length as good as I do.

"Ack!" I squeal, he was unleashing all of his two months of sexual tension into me. And I was glad to be his doll.

"Fuck, slow down!" I yell at him. I was put into a doggy style as he thrusted deep into my core. His hands couldn't even hold themselves back from smacking my giant ass and rubbing my clit. My legs were shaking, trembling through the first orgasm.

That felt so good. I was melting on the bed.

I see the dim light of the moon, then the bright light if the candle against the dark. I can never ask for more pleasure from my man.

Suddenly, I feel his weight shift. He was pressing me down, our sweaty bodies sticking together while it was disgusting to others.

"You're as tight as ever, princess." He says, chinning his beard into my ear. The irritation was real, but my mind was way too clouded and blurry to react to his annoyance.

"Get your stupid beard outta my face." I say angrily, he chuckles. He wantedly does that to me.

After he's filled me up, cleaned me squeaky clean through all the training I gave him, he goes into the bathroom as I hear the sink being used.

I see him, half way but he seems to shave his face.

"Wait—"

"Hmm?" His face was turned away as he was applying his shaving cream.

"You... don't have to. You're gonna lose your popularity." I smirk and smile at the same time.

"Oh honey, I damn care about my popularity. If my queen doesn't like it, it's going down the gutter." Well, I'm very impressed.

"Thank you, King. You're the best." I come to accept my slumber, just for a while.

....

"Do you think this arena is well?" Asks the richest businessman walking on earth. I stare at his side view, he had his arm wrapped around me.

"It's... brilliant." I say, almost wordless.

"But I want something vibrant." I whip my head towards him.

"Even more vibrant than this!? Are you kidding me!? This is enough, trust me. Let's talk to the decoration team now." Saying, I drag his chuckling ass away. The decorations team was right in front of us, we approach them to discuss the color themes and flowers.

"Golden and silver. To accommodate to everyone's royal tastes." Aaron says.

"Is that okay?"

"Please don't ask me artistic stuff. I'm only ever good with porn scripts and setting." By saying this, I evoke laughter around the people.

"That's fine. Make it as bright as possible. I want this building to be glowing and brilliant for the night. No other building should be as blinding as ours in the neighborhood." Says the rich man.

"Certainly, sir. You can leave it to our team. We will be ready by evening and contact you. By the way, congratulations on the success, Mr. Skiez. I've been a fan of your family ever since I was a little kid. It is a fortune for me to work for the Skiez." Says the middle aged, artistic looking man to Aaron. They shake hands formally, firmly.

We leave back home afterwards.

I insisted my obsessed boyfriend that I could manage an event this big with the collection I have with me.

"No, were buying you a dress. This instant. Although I'm shameful that we're settling for a ready-made than made-for-you." He says. He was driving whilst he takes my hand to kiss my knuckles. I shake my head.

I want to confess to him.

"You're... not the old Aaron I knew and fell in love with. It's true that money does change people then." Aaron slows the car down to stare at me.

"I guess that true too." His voice bears sadness and longing that doesn't go unnoticed by me.

He was working so hard, he's attained what many businessmen cannot do for decades.

He's truly amazing... but I miss my old, childish and bubbly Aaron. He's the one who tickled my heart and zinged it to life.

I wish... Once his position in the market was brought back to No.1, he will come back to me.

It's just a stupid hope though.

"My love, how about Gucci?" He asks, halting the car before the store. It seems very fashionable, but I didn't want to steal the attention from him.

"What color do you have in mind for yours?" I enquire him, trying to match with him. We were still in the car with the blinker blinking. He gives it a thought before saying, "I wanna risk wearing white and blue shirt. The classic for a winter celebration." Says the man.

"That's very classy indeed. I never liked bright and dark colors on you. Show some chest too." I say, winking at him. We get inside the shop to find both of our suits.

His dress coat gave me the vibes of a perfect mafia man. I've bought myself a snake charm white, scaly dress that I would absolutely love wearing. It scaled down to grey, then black at the end of the dress and its full sleeves.

I was in love with this color and dress.

But... it's for people with the height of minimum 5'8. I was a little chubby woman with 5'3 above the ground.

I had to give up on such a beauty.

Seeing my unsatisfied face, the male brings me to another shop.

It was for short people like myself, with godly curves.

I felt sorry for Aaron at that time, because I've found my new true love.

What a fabulous piece of fabric it was.