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Song choice for this chapter: 'Vertigo' by Jason Derulo & Jordin Sparks.

After a fantastic party, the couple returned to the beach house a little after midnight and went straight to bed. The next morning Joe went out to join his parents and siblings for an intimate post-celebration family breakfast. With all his constant traveling he didn't get to spend quality time with his family, and who was Sasha to deny him this precious time? Besides, she was perfectly content to sleep in and enjoy the serenity of her immaculate surroundings.

Matt dropped Joe back at the beach house and sent his regards to Sasha. Dumping the brown paper bag he returned with on the kitchen table, Joe wandered into the master bedroom. His girlfriend lay in the middle of the bed, asleep. She looked so peaceful and more relaxed than she'd been in weeks. The sight of her wearing his t-shirt was a welcome bonus.

Climbing into the bed behind her, he smoothed his hand over her hips and the fluid dip of her waist, tracing her curves. He pressed his muscular frame against her back, loving how his body always fit so perfectly against her voluptuous softness. He never could keep his hands off her, she was like a magnet that just drew him in. He kissed her shoulder, rubbing her arm as he stared at her, wondering, quite sappily, if she was dreaming about him.

Moments later, Sasha stirred and laid tired irises on his grey ones. "Hey, you're back," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. "How did breakfast go?"

"Great. It's been a long time since the six of us all sat together and just chilled and hung out," he replied with a smile. The happiness in his voice brought a smile to the mother of two's face.

He slipped his hand under her shirt to caress her bare stomach, and smiled at the tiny moan that left her lips. "I brought breakfast back for you. Wanna eat first before hitting the beach or after? I don't mind going for a swim."

"After." Sasha blew out a breath. "Prior to Miami I hadn't worn a bikini in years. And you know I'm not a very good swimmer," she said. Several times he'd tried to get her into his pool at home without success. But that water was static. The ocean was much more volatile and dangerous.

"I'll hold you. And there's no one around so you're wearing the bikini for my eyes only. Now get up." He patted her hip and got back up to change into a pair of board shorts.

"Gimme a minute," she said. She yawned and stretched but didn't move an inch after that.

Pulling his long hair into a bun on top of his head, Joe raised his leg and pushed her with his foot. "Hey, don't fall back asleep on me now, I'm waitin' for you," he warned before leaving the room. Rolling her eyes at him, Sasha dragged herself up and searched for her bikini. She got changed and stepped out, tying her hair high up on her head as she walked across the sand towards the water. She smiled at the sight of Joe chest deep in the water, wading around aimlessly. "Hey!"

He turned around, breaking into a wide grin. "Wow babe," he called out to her. "Red is definitely your color."

Reaching the shore, she took a few tentative steps into the water, walking until she was about knee deep before freezing up. "Baby…" Her eyes darted around nervously, looking slightly panicked as the tide pulled at her and threatened her balance.

Joe waded over. "Come on. Wrap your legs around me." He pulled her to him, and she quickly locked her legs around his waist and her arms tightly around his shoulders. His arms wound under her butt and he walked a few feet deeper into the water until they were at chest level. "I got you," he assured her.

Sasha wanted to feel embarrassed about her inability to swim, but she'd never had the chance or the means to learn. Her kids could. She made damn sure that they learned. She remembered when T.K. was seven years old and his friends' parents were signing them up for swimming lessons every weekend. He'd wanted to join so badly, and though she was broke back then she ensured he registered as well so he wouldn't feel left out. It was important to her that they got the opportunities and chances she never really had. She glanced around the vicinity, enamored by its beautiful, tranquil scenery. This was the closest thing to a tropical paradise she would ever see. "You struck gold with this place, handsome. It's so beautiful."

"It sure is."

She faced him and found his gaze right on her. She smiled shyly and laid a peck upon his lips, moaning quietly as Joe deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue along hers while he caressed her butt. Damn, her man sure could kiss. His hands were like magic. The embrace grew hot and heavy, and by the time they broke apart Sasha was breathless. It took her a moment or two to reassemble her thoughts. "So what's today like?" she asked.

"Today we are going parasailing," he announced happily. "I've been dying to go for the longest time. Afterwards we can take a walk around the market, check out a few things if you like. We'll pick up some fresh salmon so I can make dinner."

"Sounds good," said Sasha. Joe licked his lips, deep in thought. "Did I tell you I signed up for acting classes?"

She cocked her head curiously. "Really?"

"Yeah...I've been thinking about it for a while. You know how people on social media have been ragging my ass about my promo skills. My interview on Raw kinda hit home for me. I hated it and so did Vince. So when we get back to Tampa I'm gonna get started."

"That's good. Why the long face though?" She looked closely at him, noting his colored cheeks and his averted gaze. "Are you embarrassed? What for?"

Joe shrugged. "I dunno...How many times do you hear of a wrestler having to take extra acting classes? I'm probably the only one."

Sasha sighed. "Babe, you can't keep comparing yourself to everyone else. It's pointless. Fine, maybe you're never going to be the Rock or Dean or Bray on the mic but you don't have to be. You do what works for you and what makes you stand out. If you feel the need to improve and you think acting classes will help, then go for it. The important thing is you understand you have a flaw and you're working on it." Her fingers raked the back of his hair as she eyed him. "Speaking of, did you take your meds this morning?"

"Yeah. Took the regular dose." Sighing deeply, he looked at her. "I ain't gonna lie. Sometimes I get tempted to take more than I should. But I force myself to snap out of it. You won't always be there to watch me so I gotta control the urge on my own."

"I know, baby. Take it one day at a time. It'll get better." Smiling softly, she cupped his face in her hands. "I'm so proud of you. Not many people will admit that they have problems, let alone try to solve them. You're doing just that. I know it's not been easy for you."

Joe rubbed her back. "You help me a lot. You're always there for me, and I love you for that."

"I love you too. But you're the one who's stepping up so you get all the credit." She tightened her arms around his neck. The kiss from earlier left her wanting more. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to make out with my boyfriend some more in this pristine water."

Parasailing was the scariest thing Sasha had ever done in her life. And the most exhilarating. She had never done anything like it before and she doubted she ever wanted to again. Joe loved it. He grinned from ear to ear like a little boy through the whole thing. It was nice to see him so happy after a difficult few months. Following a trip to the town's flea market, they were home for dinner by sunset. Sasha went off to get changed out of her clothes while Joe prepared the salmon he'd bought for dinner. He set a table and two chairs out on the deck and laid a white tablecloth over the table. He set two places for himself and Sasha and lit two candles in the middle, finishing off the décor by sprinkling red and pink rose petals over the table. Ensuring that everything was perfect, he went to the guest room to shower since Sasha was still in the master bathroom. He changed into a loose white shirt, leaving most of the buttons undone for his girl's benefit, and a pair of cargo shorts, and returned to the kitchen to put the finishing touches to their food. "Sash, dinner's ready!" he called out.

He turned at the sound of clicking heels and nearly dropped the bottle of white wine he was holding. His girlfriend sauntered over in a forest green silk thigh-length kimono robe and one of the shoes he'd bought her, five-inch high red platform peep-toe pumps that elongated her legs. Her long hair was in soft waves cascading down past her breasts. She looked a hell of a lot better than the salmon he cooked.

"Wow babe, this looks good," she praised, kissing his cheek, and he caught a whiff of her perfume. She made her way out onto the deck, the outline of her shapely butt visible through her skimpy outfit. Like a lovesick puppy he scurried after her, helping her with her chair as she sat down at the table and crossed her legs, revealing sheer thigh-high tights. "Aw, Joe. This is so romantic."

"What's this?" he demanded.

"What's what babe?"

"What are you wearing?"

"A robe," she said innocently, but the twinkle in her eye was unmistakable.

"With high heels and stockings." His grey eyes raked over her frame. "Looks like dessert to me."

Tossing her hair back, the mother of two shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe," she agreed, "But you know how it goes with dessert…you can't have any until after dinner."

Oh, she was playing games huh? No matter. He always won in the end, and tonight would be no different.

As the night went on however, it was clear that Sasha wasn't going to make it easy for him. She went out of her way to torment him all through dinner. There was a flirtatious undertone in everything she did. She let her robe fall open some more, giving him a peek of her buxom breasts swelling over her lacy bra. Her knee constantly brushed against his and she ran the toe of her shoe up and down his leg, spreading heat through his body. She licked her spoon a little too slowly and she made this little moan after every bite of her food, planting all kinds of dirty thoughts in his mind. At one point she spilled some of her wine on herself, and he watched the line of liquid slowly trickle down her neck and into her ample cleavage. With her finger, she flicked up the spilt wine off her chest and put it in her mouth, her eyes on him the whole time.

Fuck.

His dick twitched painfully in his pants. He was definitely hungry now, and not for food.

Dinner somehow went by without incident. Dabbing her mouth with a napkin, Sasha smiled sweetly at her lover. "That was amazing, baby. My sincerest compliments to the chef." She stood and sidled over to him. "You cooked so I'll clean up."

Bending forwards, her ass was in his face as she blew out the candles, and that was the last straw. Thoughts of maintaining his composure went flying out the window. Jerking to his feet, he spun her around, and a surprised yelp escaped her as he pushed her up against the table. She sucked in a breath as he pressed his hard body against her. He was hard, aroused, and his ash-colored eyes blazed with desire.

"You been teasin' me all damn night, Morgan," he growled, his nose tracing the column of her neck. Damn she smelled good.

The surprise in Sasha's eyes slowly dissipated, giving way to something much more carnal. "I don't know what you're talking about," she whispered, her bottom lip slowly and deliberately disappearing between her teeth.

"Oh, I'll show you exactly what I'm talking about. Come here." He heard her yelp as he threw her over his shoulder, and he went inside, giving her ass a quick slap as he marched down the hallway towards his bedroom. He smiled at the atmosphere he walked into. The bedside lamps had been dimmed, giving the room a sensual, romantic feel. The sheets and pillows on the bed were silk, a change from the previous cotton bedding. An appealing floral fragrance filled the air and R&B music played softly somewhere in the background. It was clear Sasha had planned this and frankly he liked the way her mind worked. Setting her down on the ground, he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her to stand before him. He tugged the hem of her robe. "I want my dessert now. Take it off," he commanded.

His gruff voice told her he wasn't playing around. She slowly untied the robe and shrugged it off her shoulders, the garment landing in a jade pool around her Louboutin-clad feet and exposing her lacy ensemble.

Black bra, matching thong and suspenders holding up her tights. As far as the Samoan was concerned she had too much on. He swiftly unhooked the suspenders and tossed it aside. His palms ascended up her legs, her thighs and her hips, a look of wonder in his expression as he caressed her. "So soft. So fuckin' sexy," he murmured, brushing his lips repeatedly against her stomach. "You got a bangin' body, baby girl." He looked at her. "Say it."

"Say what?" she asked, confused.

"Repeat what I just said. Tell me how great your body is." He didn't take his eyes off her, his gaze serious and expectant. Flipping her hair back, she put a hand on his shoulder and tilted her head haughtily. "I'm sexy. I got a bangin' body," she whispered, "An absolutely amazing, bangin' body."

Satisfied by her answer, Joe smiled and licked his lips in approval. "Ya damn right." He pulled down her thong and clasped his hands over her luscious backside, turning her around to plant his lips upon the soft skin.

Her eyes widened. "Did you just kiss my ass?"

He smirked, pulling her to straddle his lap. "I think I did."

He literally kissed her ass. Okay, he was definitely a keeper then.

She gasped as Joe slipped his hand between her thighs, and moaned outright when he pushed his finger against her wet center, rubbing and stroking her. She squirmed but he held her still, his darkened gaze locked on hers as he continued to stroke her. He loved how wet and ready she always was for him. "You're mine tonight," he said firmly, "Every single part of you. Mine to do with as I please. Got it?"

At the sight of him pulling his now wet finger out of her and sucking on it, her mouth went dry. Damn. "Got it," she stammered breathlessly, flustered.

"Good. Take a seat." He guided her to sit on the bed and it was his turn to shed his clothes, stripping down to his underwear. He stood in front of her and gestured down at the bulge straining his black briefs. "You caused this, so take care of it."

Cutting her gaze to his ravenous expression, she palmed his stiff manhood through the cotton material, rubbing him up and down. She felt the length twitch from her touch, heard a low growl rumble from his lips. Making quick work of his briefs, she took hold of him and slid him into her mouth, sucking hard.

"That's it baby girl, suck me off." He gathered her hair away from her face and watched her pleasure him. He worked her as well, reaching down into the lacy material of her bra to fondle her breast. Her moans were muffled by his dick in her mouth, and she sucked him faster and harder. His hips jerked in reaction, and letting out another curse, he tossed his head back and lowered it again. "Fuck, I'm close already. Let me fuck that beautiful mouth of yours."

Sasha pulled back, gasping slightly, and smiled. "Go right ahead, baby." She slid him back in, drawing another pleasured groan from him. Holding her head still with both hands, he thrust into her warm, waiting mouth. She accommodated him perfectly, taking in all of his length. Rubbing his ass with both hands, she hummed against his shaft again, increasing the sensations within him, and Joe knew her grip on him was the only reason he hadn't collapsed yet.

"Ahhh, your mouth feels so fuckin' good, baby," he rasped, "Finish me off, baby girl. Make me come in your mouth." He wrapped her hair around his fist and pumped his hips faster, pushing deeper into her until she had to pull away to keep from gagging on his girth. She captured his balls in her mouth, slurping them while she pumped his saliva-coated dick with her hand.

Joe gripped her hair tight, breathing hard as his body started to seize up. "Shit…Sash, goddamn…uhhh…" He went rigid, a harsh groan tearing from his lips as his orgasm slammed him hard. Sasha caught him just in time for him to unload inside her mouth, both of them moaning softly as she sucked up every drop of him. She slowly released him after he calmed, leaving damp kisses on his stomach. She glanced up seductively at him, seeing the fire in his eyes as he stroked her cheek.

"I got the first nut outta the way," he smiled wickedly. "Now I can take my sweet time with you."

Oh man. She was in for it now.

He sat back down on the bed and kissed her deeply, reaching behind her to unfasten her bra. She started to kick off her heels but he stopped her. "Nah babe, keep them on. They look good on you. They'll look even better hangin' in midair as I'm poundin' into you." He gestured towards the bed. "Get in and lay on your back."

Sasha climbed in backwards, her gaze trailing down his body. She'd just sucked him off but there he stood, erect and ready to go again. She took his face in her hands but he snatched them away and held them above her head. "No touching," he ordered, brushing his lips against her chin. Sasha couldn't help but be aroused by his authority. She loved when he got controlling and domineering, and she was more turned on than ever. Shutting her eyes, she sighed impatiently, her body aching with anticipation.

"Guess what I brought with me."

Her eyes opened again and fell on the object dangling from his fingers, and her loins instantly began throbbing in earnest. A pair of handcuffs, lined with black fur just like the ones she'd found in his childhood bedroom. Oh shit.

"I've fantasized about using them on you ever since I saw you holding them," Joe said, "But I won't if you don't want me to."

Sasha nodded. "Go ahead. I know you won't hurt me. I trust you."

He smiled, looking relieved. "I would never hurt you." He meant it too.

He closed the cuffs around her wrists, keeping her hands above her head as opposed to behind her back to give her more freedom. He placed her shackled hands against the iron headboard. "Keep your hands there," he ordered.

The enthusiastic expression on his face sent a wave of desire through her. Closing her fingers around the iron rungs, she instinctively tugged at the cuffs. They weren't uncomfortable thanks to the furry material protecting her wrists. But she definitely wasn't going anywhere, not if her boyfriend could help it.

"You sure you're okay?" Joe asked seriously. He was all for kinky sex, but not to the point where anyone got hurt. He wanted it to be something they could both enjoy without crossing any dangerous lines, which tended to get blurred in the heat of passion. "If you don't want them just tell me."

"It's fine, big boy." She loved that he cared enough to make sure she was comfortable. "Do what you want with me."

At her words, the concern on his face morphed to one of hunger. He moved over her, parting her legs with his body. Digging his fingers into her hair, he kissed her hungrily, hearing her moan when he bit down on her bottom lip. Sasha tilted her head back to give him access to her neck. He licked all the way down to her collar bone and clasped one breast in his hand, worrying the sensitive nipple between his fingers while he sucked the other one in his mouth, and it was a direct hit to her groin. "Fuck," she gasped.

"I love your breasts, baby girl," he stated against the soft flesh. "They fill my hands perfectly."

"Well, your hands are huge so obviously…ah!" She cried out in surprise when his warm tongue suddenly met her pussy with one long, wet lick. How did he get down there so fast? Shockwaves surged through her and she cried out again when he spread her legs wide and started flicking his tongue faster against her pussy. He lapped and sucked her greedily, feasting on her like he hadn't eaten only a few minutes ago. Sasha groaned out loud as white-hot pleasure surged through her. "Oh fuck, holy fuck…"

Joe held down her thighs as he dragged the flat of his tongue over her slit. "You are delicious, nani," he murmured, "Hands down the best pussy I've ever had."

She would have commented on the glowing compliment, but her mind was so befuddled. She squealed as he rolled her hips off the bed and pushed her legs up until her feet were touching the headboard in some sort of weird small package-type pin. He buried his face between her thick thighs, the position he'd twisted her body in giving him deeper access inside her. He thrust his tongue deep, his breath hot against her wetness as he delved for more of her sweet taste. As he rubbed his nose over her clit her legs began to shake, her toes curling inside her stilettos, but Joe showed no mercy, lashing his tongue around and around inside her. Sasha screamed his name as she came hard. The orgasm seemed to go on and on, leaving her in a boneless, watery heap. "Holy shit," she whispered.

Joe smiled triumphantly. He wasn't through with her, not by a longshot. He remembered asking her to pack a certain toy of hers, the one he'd purchased for her to hold her down in his absence. Quickly, he dove off the bed and rummaged through her things. Pulling it out, he eyed the object carefully and then turned it on. He held it up, and the look on his girlfriend's face was priceless.

Sasha was sure she was going to die from sensory overload. Not only was the vibrator drilling her still-sensitive body, moving at a delicious pace that Joe was carefully controlling, but he'd added his fucking tongue back into the equation. Once again she had to lie there, holding the headboard for dear life, her legs wide open while he ate her out with gusto. "Motherfucker…fuckin'…" She tried to form a coherent sentence and failed, groaning as her body began to react again.

By now Joe was rock hard. He hadn't heard sounds like that from her before and they threatened to make him end, even though he hadn't been touched yet. He saw how tightly her fingers gripped the headboard, how her belly tightened and her breathing quickened. He pushed the vibrator deeper inside her and sucked her hard. She moaned so loudly she could probably be heard around the entire house. He could feel her trying to hold back and licked her clit in encouragement. "Don't fight it, baby girl. Come for me again. Come in my mouth."

She tried to control how much her body needed to release, but it was like trying to stop a dam from breaking. "Oh goooood!" Her words disappeared in a shuddering groan as yet another orgasm rocked her body, spiraling her into nothingness. "Fuck!"

Joe watched it all unfold with a shit-eating grin. "Good girl."

"You're a bastard."

Laughing, he made his way back up her body, his lips teasing her skin, feeling her post-coital tremors ripple beneath his mouth. Releasing her death-grip on the headboard, he kissed her lips, parting them with his deadly tongue. "Taste yourself, nani. See how good you taste."

She sucked the damp muscle between her lips and groaned, growing more aroused if that was possible. As talented as her man was in the wrestling ring, he was twice as brilliant between the sheets. He didn't always have to touch her. His voice, deep and gruff in her ear; his words, dirty or tender, never failed to make her hot. He always knew what to say, what to do to get her aching for him. Sasha had a very gifted lover on her hands, and she definitely wasn't complaining.

His pelvis rested on hers as he lined up his hard shaft against her very sensitive center. Pinning her hands to the mattress with his, they kissed long and hard, tongues plunging in and out, their hips grinding intensely. His erection kept bumping against her clit, shooting sparks of sensation through her.

"Baby I need you inside me," Sasha pleaded between passionate kisses. She knew her actions were in vain, but she tugged again at the bonds holding her hands prisoner. She wasn't even sure if she had any strength left in her, but if he kept this up, if he didn't get inside of her soon, she was going to spontaneously combust. "Baby, please…"

The desperation in her tone made him smile. "I love it when you beg," he commented. He got off the bed and stood at the edge, then dragged her to the edge of the bed and rolled her onto her stomach, her bound hands now outstretched in front of her. Behind her Sasha heard a small tearing sound, and moments later his hands were on her hips. "On your knees baby, ass up. I wanna watch that ass bounce on my dick while I fuck you," he growled. He kneaded her backside and then smacked it, dragging a throaty moan out of her. She spread her knees wide for him and whimpered as he massaged her ass, then pushed slowly and agonizingly into her, stretching her walls with his thickness.

Joe couldn't help the moan that escaped him. This position took him deep inside her pussy and it felt fucking awesome. He thrust in and out of her with force and authority from the onset, watching her plump buttocks jiggle with every smack of his pelvis, a slick sheen of her juices coating his protected length as it slid in and out of her. The erotic image turned him on immensely, and he clutched her waist as his pace quickened, slowed down and then increased again, drawing out more wanton moans from her. "Fuck," Sasha whined, "Fuck you feel so fuckin' good."

"Say my name, baby," the Samoan ordered, his voice deep and husky as he squeezed her ass cheeks. "What's my name, huh? Who's beatin' up this pussy right now?"

"You are, Joe," she responded, clutching the silk sheets with her fists and crying out as his thrusts became harder and deeper. "Fuck! Oh my god, Joe!"

"You like that Sasha? You like the way I'm fuckin' you?" he taunted her, swatting her backside. "You like how I'm poundin' this pussy?"

"Yes baby I love it!" she groaned, arching her back to take him in deeper. "Fuck me hard Joe. Pound my pussy!" By the time this was over she was going to lose her voice. Every press of his body drew loud noises out of her. He grabbed her by the shoulders and bore down on her, and her eyes rolled back each time he flexed his hips while buried inside her, hitting her spot immaculately. She could hear him panting and grunting behind her, just as affected as she was. And in all of this, she could not touch him. It was agony, sweet agony, but she could do nothing about it. Joe had full control of her body and he never relinquished it until he was good and ready.

Turning her on her back again, Joe climbed back into the bed. Sasha's hands remained bound above her head, at the mercy of the Samoan god hovering over her. Locking her fingers around the headboard once again, he shifted forwards on his knees and prised her legs wide apart. He covered both her breasts with his hands, his hips pumping as he drove his dick in and out of her dripping pussy. Sasha looked up at his beautiful face, twisted in an erotic mix of concentration and pleasure, his goatee still glistening with her juices, his olive skin gleaming with sweat and giving his body an immaculate bronzed glow that made her wish more than ever that her hands were on him.

The sounds of slapping flesh and the king-size bed rocking and knocking against the wall took over the bedroom, competing with their sex noises. Joe grabbed a fistful of the sheer tights covering Sasha's leg and ripped it savagely, lifting her leg to drag his tongue along her bare calf. He could be so primal, so animalistic in his ways and it was exceptionally hot to her. Grasping the headboard for dear life, she tossed her head back and moaned repeatedly. She couldn't think straight at the moment. She was finally convinced that hooking up with a younger guy was the absolute best decision any woman could make. Surely no thirty-something-year-old man possessed this level of ability or sense of adventure, or even twenty-year-olds. Or maybe it was just Joe Anoa'i and the fact that he was just that damn good. Never had she known sex like she did with him. He could make sweet, sensual love to her all day but he could also fuck like a porn star and she loved that he fucked her like one. Right now he was turning her out and she was loving every moment of it.

Joe was close to his release, but he had to get his girl there first. He pushed down on her, almost folding her body in two as he pressed her legs onto her chest, smothering her with his massive sweaty body and thrusting hips. His kiss was voracious and possessive as their mouths briefly collided. "Open your eyes, baby girl," he ordered, "Look at me while you come."

As though cast under a spell by his husky voice, she obeyed. Her mouth parted, her breaths joining his in quick bursting expulsions of air as he continued to slam deep into her tight opening, sinking her body further into the mattress. She cried out as he thumbed her clit roughly, felt the familiar grip of her muscles around his dick. Her screams sounded far away even to her ears as her body convulsed from the orgasm to end all orgasms, the one that robbed her of all her senses. She was all nerves and sensation but Joe continued to pound away on top of her, gasping and growling, until he suddenly pulled out with a loud, harsh moan. Sitting up quickly, he ripped off the condom and pumped his dick frantically in his fist. His head dipped backwards, a string of expletives escaped him as he burst all over her stomach, milky white drops of cum splashing over her naked body. Pleasure more intense than he'd ever known swept through his body like a tidal wave. Expended and breathless, his rested his hands on the wall above her, keeping himself upright but barely. It felt like an eternity passed before he reached over with shaking hands to release the handcuffs. Disposing of the used condom in the nearby wastebasket, Joe reached for his discarded shirt and cleaned Sasha up, then collapsed on the bed beside her.

"Damn, baby girl," he breathed, sounding like he'd just competed in an Iron Man match. He gently rubbed her wrists with his thumbs, softly kissing each of them. "You alright, beautiful?"

Sasha was sprawled on her back, a faraway look in her eyes. She felt woozy, her body sore and weak from pleasure. "Think you fucked my brains out," she replied after several seconds, her words slightly slurred.

The Samoan chuckled. "Well that's kinda what I was aiming for." He watched in amusement as she tiredly kicked her heels off, snuggled against him and closed her eyes. Within seconds she was out like a light. Joe held her sweaty form tight against his own and kissed her hair, very satisfied and proud of his accomplishment for the night.

Aren't these two the cutest?

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