𐌅𐌓𐌄𐌃𐌃𐌆𐌄𐌄𐌄 ♡

The digital clock on the nightstand blinked 2:37 a.m. in dull red numbers. Just a few hours earlier the arena had been deafening with the mix of crowds shouting, cameras flashing, the thud of gloves echoing beneath the bright lights. Now the hallway outside the hotel room was silent.

Anthony pushed the door open with a tired shoulder, stepping inside and dropping his duffle bag beside the wall with a heavy thud. The adrenaline from the fight still buzzed faintly in his veins, but exhaustion was already creeping in behind it.

Amina followed him in a moment later, kicking off her heels and letting out a long breath. “Remind me again,” she said, rubbing her temples, “why your fights always end this late.”

Anthony chuckled to himself, a slight bounce in his shoulders with his laugh. He tossed the keys onto the dresser, “‘Cause I got it like that, love.”

Playfully rolling her eyes at his response, Amina dropped her purse onto the bed followed by the V.I.P pass that had been draped around her neck half the night. After the fight, Anthony had been occupied with interviews, meeting and greeting fans, and taking pictures. Of course, he made sure Amina stayed by his side through it all.

Now, they could finally unwind without a lens being shoved in their faces.

Unhooking her bracelet, Amina made her way into the hotel bathroom to get prepped for the night. Anthony followed close behind unhooking jewelry of his own, sliding his AP watch off of his wrist before setting it gently on the bathroom counter. “Sorry about earlier, Mina. I know it was a lot going on.”

Yawning, Amina shook her head dismissively before waving him off. “It’s alright,” she mumbled tiredly before turning on her heels and swooping her hair to one side of her shoulder. “I’m used to it.”

Anthony was all too familiar with her gesture. The moment she swept her hair over, he stepped up behind her. “Hold on,” he murmured. He maneuvered his large fingers as best he could around the delicate clasp, concentrating as he worked the small hook. After a moment it finally slipped free, the chain falling soft into his palm.

Amina turned to face him with a delicate smile, which he returned as she pinched the necklace from his hand. She reached up, her left hand cupping the back of his head as she lifted up on her tiptoes to peck his lips. He welcomed her act of affection, his lips curling into a smile against hers. “Thank you, baby.”

Lowering herself flat on her feet, Amina’s thumb brushed lightly over the faint red bruise forming beneath Anthony’s eye. “You okay?” Her tone was soft and laced with slight concern. He’d won the fight, sure. But that would never stop her from worrying about her man.

He answered with a small nod, his right hand settling gently on her side. “I’m fine, love. I promise.”

Amina smiled once more, this time a tad bigger. Though she knew there was always something aching after a fight, she decided not to push.

Taking the hand that still held the necklace, Anthony pressed a delicate kiss to the back of her palm before rubbing over that same spot with his thumb. “I never got a chance to ask you if you enjoyed the fight. Did you?”

“Only the part where you won,” Amina giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She hunched her shoulder slightly from the tickle of his beard brushing against her skin as he kissed the crook of her neck. “The rest had me stressed out. But I enjoyed it.”

Anthony hummed, bending slightly so she could keep a comfortable hold on him. Amina wasn’t a short woman by any means. Standing five-foot-nine, she was what this generation would call a Stallion. Long legs, a pretty face, and the curves to match. But even then, she was still dwarfed by Anthony’s six-foot-six frame.

“And the knockout?”, he asked, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips.

“I’ve never felt a rush like that in my life,” Amina admitted with a grin, her thumb brushing softly against the nape of his neck.

At that, Anthony leaned in for another kiss. Though this time firmer and slower. “Eh, I think I could compete with that.”

Amina raised an eyebrow at his innuendo, “Oh? Knockout got us feeling a lil’ confident, don’t it?”

“Ah, come on. Don’t act like I don’t put it down every time,” Anthony’s arms snaked around her waist before pulling her in closer. “Besides, I think it’s time we have our own celebration.”

Amina’s eyes followed Anthony’s until they eventually landed on the shower, which was shielded by spotless glass. But knowing them, that glass would be smudged in no time.

The shower roared to life, and within seconds steam filled the bathroom. Anthony and Amina, both stripped bare and exposed kissed each other hungrily, their tongues wrestling one another for dominance. Amina should’ve known she would lose that fight, as she did with literally any other fight when it came to sex with Anthony.

Arms wrapped firm around his neck, Amina allowed Anthony to back her into the shower until they stepped under the spray, the water striking their shoulders in hot, steady bursts. It slid down their spines and pooled at their feet before spiraling toward the drain. The mirror had already vanished behind a film of fog, the air thick with the scent of lust. She pulled away from him just for a second, noting how the glint in his eye had turned from one of admiration to hunger, ready to take her down right here and right now.

Anthony wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into him before smashing his lips back into hers. Their moans and groans mixed together, being music to both of their ears. Anthony’s hands began to roam, his calloused palms ending up gripping the flesh of her ass. The two separated again, Anthony pulling away this time as he reached up behind Amina and grabbed a handful of her curly hair. He pulled her head back, her unmarked neck now exposed to her starving husband who wasted no time changing that.

Her lips were parted, moist from their kissing as Anthony licked at any part of her neck he could reach. The tickle of his beard didn’t mean shit now. It was go time.

Amina moaned into his ear at the feel of his lips which only seemed to motivate him more. “Anthony…”, she whispered sweetly, the pad of her thumb stroking the back of his head. “I-I can’t cover that.”

“Then don’t.”

She should’ve known he wouldn’t give a fuck. He never did. He loved when people saw the marks he left on her. It was just an indication that she was taken and no bum ass man big or small should try his luck.

Anthony turned Amina around, his hand snaking around her chest before tracing down the length of her torso with his finger tips. Eventually, his middle and ring fingers had found her opening, dipping in ever so slightly to gather her wetness before spreading the slippery substance around her swollen clit. Amina hummed in satisfaction, reaching back so the tip of her nails could graze his neck.

“Tell me what you want,” Anthony whispered in her ear, his lips grazing her earlobe.

Amina’s knees could’ve gave out right there. His voice whispering in her ear with that damn accent was enough to get her going, the juices leaking from her opening in response being a clear indication of that. Her back arched slightly, the curve of her ass meeting his rock hard length. She winded her hips, the friction between them causing Anthony to let out a deep moan.

“I want you to have your way with me,” Amina whispered, her tone sensual and welcoming. “Do whatever you want to me. Make me your celebration.”

Anthony listened with a keen ear. Have his way, huh? Make her his celebration? You damn right he would.

“Fuck me, Anthony.”

Those were Amina’s final words before Anthony walked her forward until her hands hit the cold shower wall. He reached down and gripped his phallus, pumping himself twice before positioning himself at her opening. Amina licked her lips in anticipation, impatiently waiting as Anthony thrusted his hips just enough to make his tip rub against her slit.

“Anthony,” Amina whined, almost begging. “Come on…”

Chuckling at her neediness, Anthony’s tongue darted out to wet his lips before speaking. “Put it in.”

Amina looked over her shoulder, her curls flowing with her movements as her needy brown eyes met Anthony’s. His eyes held a challenge. Like he dared her to disobey him, or even to obey him. It didn’t really matter which path she chose, he was gonna have his way with her either way. She decide to go with the latter. Tonight was a big night for him, so she wouldn’t be a brat this time.

She reached behind her, feeling around until her dainty fingers wrapped around his pulsing shaft. She could already feel his tip sticky with pre-ejaculation, courtesy of her earlier grinding. But poor Amina just didn’t know what she was really getting herself into. She once again lined him up with her entrance, opting to not move her hand until he was in there, snug and fit.

Anthony pushed his hips forward, the movement sending his length sliding into Amina’s slick entrance. She gasped, back arching and eyes rolling shut as the hand that guided his shaft inside of her moved to his lower abdomen. She didn’t push. Just sat it there in case it became too much too early. Anthony was patient for the first few thrusts and allowed her to get used to his size, now it was time for that hand to go.

“Move it,” he commanded, his left hand gripping her hip while his right hand lay astray, waiting to move her hand for her if need be. Amina listened, pulling her hand away to rest on the wall while Anthony moved his right hand to grip her unoccupied hip.

He moved in teasingly slow, dragging strokes, pushing and pulling every throbbing vein lining his shaft through her walls. His groans were low and sensual, body hot against Amina’s as his hips met her backside with every other stroke. Amina was nearly going mad, her walls closing tight around his length to suck him back in every time he pulled away.

Her back arched as she tried to get herself to a position where she could feel more of him even though she was already feeling all of him. That was what she loved about sex with Anthony. Even when she was getting it all, he left her still wanting more. He was intoxicating.

“Be patient, love…”, Anthony murmured, his eyes fixed on the way her arousal coated him, already seeing hints of white gathering at the base of his length.

Amina hummed once more, not necessarily in response to him or for any reason in particular. Her lips parted, a moan escaping through the opening before she muttered a faint, “More.”

“More?” His voice held a teasing tone, as did his hips continue to hold their teasingly slow pace. Amina didn’t care. She just wanted what she was asking for, so she nodded. “Yeah? You want more?”

Again, Amina nods her head, anxiously chewing her bottom lip in anticipation for what she knows is coming next. And just as she thought, Anthony’s fingers wrapped tighter around her hips as his own hips began to move faster. Not too fast, but fast enough to make Amina’s mouth fall open. “Like that?”

Unable to find words, Amina nods her head yet again, only this time there was some speed to it. She manages to ramble a yeah while simultaneously trying to keep herself from drifting into a whole new world.

“Yeah?” Anthony cooed, his bottom lip curling inward to rest between his teeth.

“Yesss,” Amina whined as her cheek pressed against the wall and her eyes fluttered shut, her tongue slowly protruding from her mouth to wet her lips. “Just like that, baby.”

At her approval, Anthony kept the new pace, his strokes long and deep. Amina’s sweet moans were music to his ears as he dug into her from behind, his bottom lip sitting content under his top row of pearly whites as he tilted his head to get a better view of her face. Her face pressed harder against the wall with each thrust of his hips while her eyes remained closed. Whenever she tried to open them, they’d just roll to a close again. The steam in the bathroom caused her hair to become puffy at the roots, which he knew he’d get fussed at for later.

Well, nobody told you to get in there with no hair protection. He could already hear himself saying it. He’d keep it himself for now.

Anthony couldn’t help the cocky grin forming on his lips at her current state, but still, she was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. It was times like these where he wished Amina would allow him to record their sessions. The problem was, she was deathly afraid of their tape getting out and her coochie being on display for the whole world to see. No matter how many times Anthony tried to convince her, the answer always had something to do with that.

Shaking his head at the thought, Anthony reached forward and wrapped his hand around her throat. His hand sat high, pulling Amina’s face away from the wall and pulling her head back toward him. Her next few breaths came out rugged and her moans came out choked as Anthony applied pressure to the sides of her throat.

Amina opened her glossy eyes, bottom lip between her teeth as she locked eyes with a towering Anthony whose gaze was already locked on her. “Open.”

Dazed and dick drunk, Amina absentmindedly opened her mouth and watched with a lustful eye as Anthony let his saliva drip from his mouth into hers. He stood back to his full height, his lip finding its way back between his teeth for a brief moment, “Swallow.”

Anthony’s commands were short, but they sure held power when he and that big ass dick worked together. Amina did what she was told, swallowing what she was given before sticking her tongue out to show that everything was gone. With a nod of his head, Anthony lowered himself to her lips, his tongue immediately colliding with hers in the midst of their lip lock.

Oh yeah, you didn’t know? Anthony was nasty.

Amina moaned into his mouth, her thighs beginning to shake under his weight. When she stopped kissing back, Anthony pulled away to see her mouth hanging ajar and her eyebrows furrowing while her moans started to become louder. He knew what that meant.

“Oooh shit! Right there, AJ! Just like that, baby!” Amina cried while her eyes squeezed shut as her hands closed around nothing on the wall.

Since it was her world and he was just living in it, he followed her orders and kept his stroke in the exact same spot at the exact same pace. “Right there?” He pushed his hips deeper to hit that spot just a tad harder.

Amina whined, the arch in her back deepening as his tip came in contact with her spot, “Yesss, oh my god!”

Anthony removed his hand from her neck to her curly tresses, gathering it all in his palm before pulling her head back once more. He could feel the warm water running down his back, his muscles flexing with every thrust and pull of her hair.

Amina’s breath came out in pants and her mouth hung ajar as her eyes rolled back in her head. She tried to say something, to warn Anthony of what was coming. But there was no use. Her words were incoherent and slurred, overpowered by her whines and moans.

She didn’t need to tell him though. He could feel it. “I feel it, baby. Let it go.”

Her nails scratched against the wall and her sounds turned into full on pornstar moans as Anthony lowered himself to her ear, whispering some of the nastiest shit she’d ever heard in her life. Her eyes squeezed shut and her walls contracted around him as he groaned in her ear before running his tongue along her earlobe.

Amina went silent as her orgasm strengthened, Anthony’s teeth gently latching onto her earlobe contributing to that.

After about ten seconds of silence, Amina finally caught her breath. Anthony never slowed, his strokes remaining at the same pace they were before. He kept a vice grip on her hair as he stood to his full height, using his free hand to strike her ass cheek.

Squealing at the impact, Amina quickly became overwhelmed as she felt herself be pushed into overstimulation. She whined his name as her hand moved back to his lower abdomen, only this time, she put some force behind it.

“Don’t play with me, Amina. Move that shit,” Anthony warned, his hips fighting back against her weak pushes.

It’s not like her attempts at pushing him away were doing anything, but the simple fact that she was trying to pissed him off. It was his night. She said he could have his way with her, so that’s what he was going to do.

Even with his warning, Amina couldn’t bring herself to pull her hand away. So Anthony moved it for her.

He pushed it away from his pelvis before grabbing her forearm and pinning it to her lower back. And just for her going against her word, he let go of her hair and reached out to grab her other arm, pinning that one behind her back as well.

“Anthony,” she whined, her face pathetically pressing against the shower wall with each thrust. That seemed to be the only thing she could say.

“What?”

Amina squealed once again as his tip kissed her spot, her legs growing weaker and weaker by the minute. “W-waittt…”, she cried as she slightly came up on her tiptoes, doing anything she could to get away from Anthony.

Her nails clawed at his forearms, a nonverbal gesture begging to be released from his grip. She took a step forward, and Anthony followed. She took another step, and so did Anthony. Eventually, she was standing nearly completely straight, her breast pressed against the shower wall. Still, she couldn’t get away from him.

Amina’s thighs trembled under the pressure, her head falling back on Anthony’s chest. He kept both of her arms pinned behind her with one hand while the other crept up and gripped her neck. She mewled with yet another whine of his name, only this time, she got a sweeter response.

Anthony hummed, his lips kissing around that sweet spot behind her ear. “What’s wrong, love?”

The stimulation of another one of her spots had another orgasm running its course in no time. Amina’s nails dug into his forearm, eyes doing yet another roll inward as her body seized against Anthony’s. He held her close, stroking and talking her through it as her moans turned into cries.

Curses spilled from her lips and her eyes squeezed shut while she trembled, her hand rapidly tapping Anthony’s forearm in attempt to get him to ease up. “Ah, really? You’re tapping out on me?”

Anthony held a sly smirk, his eyes fixed on her face as he watched a stray tear roll down her cheek. Amina shook her head, mustering up the strength to hum a no. Mama didn’t raise no bitch. She just needed a little break.

Finally deciding she’d had enough, he gave her a few more strokes before pulling out of her completely, his arms wrapping around her waist to keep her from falling as her legs gave out.

Amina sighed, her body relaxing against her husband's as she caught her breath.

'You did so good for me, 'Mina." Anthony had a hand resting on her stomach, thumb caressing her lower abdomen as he kissed the side of her face and neck. Amina licked her parched lips, a weak smile painting her face at the tickle of his kisses to her skin. "I love you."

Amina hummed, not having the energy to give a verbal reply. Hands traveling up to cup her breasts, Anthony took a step closer to her, pressing his still aroused length against her ass. "You know I'm not done with you, right?"

Amina couldn't say she was shocked. Marrying a boxer came with dealing with his boxer stamina. Anthony had always been a long-winded lover. Sometimes too damn long. There had been nights when Amina literally had to force her damn legs closed because Anthony's ass wouldn't get off of her.

"Do I get a break?" Amina mumbled weakly, her hands coming up to rest on his as his teeth sank lightly into her neck.

"Nope."

Wasting no more time, Anthony spun Amina in his arms and lifted her like she weighed nothing. She wrapped her legs around his waist as their lips connected in perfect sync, their tongues colliding in perfect harmony. This time, there was no fight. Amina fell straight into submission, her arms wrapping around his neck to ensure her security as he began to take steps towards the bench in the far corner of the shower.

In just a few strides, he was there, and without disconnecting their lips, Anthony took a seat with Amina in his lap. He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her up slightly while his other hand reached beneath them. Amina could feel the tip of his shaft throbbing against her opening as he lined himself up at her entrance, moaning into his mouth as she sank down onto his length.

"Fuck," Anthony groaned, watching as Amina's head fell back in bliss. His eyebrows furrowed as his length became engulfed in her wetness and warmth in a new position. He gripped her hips tightly, using his strength to lift and lower her onto his shaft. "Just like that 'Mina."

Amina couldn't explain how she was feeling right now. There was something about her being on top; her and Anthony being in a position in which she could take full control. Yet, Anthony still found a way to be in charge. There was something about being handled the way he handled her. So rough, yet so gentle. He would always blur the lines of love and hate, leaving Amina wondering how he truly felt about her in the moment.

"Babyyy," Amina moaned aloud, her eyebrows furrowing as her mouth hung ajar. "F-fuck, you're so biggg!"

Anthony's hand reclaimed its rightful place on her exposed neck, yanking her forward before smashing his lips into hers as his free hand kept her hips moving. Amina, overcome by pleasure struggled to kiss Anthony back as her breath was taken away by the pressure he put on the sides of her throat.

He pulled away, his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched Amina fall deeper into submission under his touch. “Look at me.”

Amina peeled her eyes open, though barely because of the sensations she felt beneath her. Damn, he felt good. “Can I still make you my celebration, love?

Had Amina not been feeling the way she was feeling right now, she would have looked at Anthony like he’d lost his damn mind. Ain’t this the celebration? What the fuck was he feelin’ like?

Despite her subconscious thoughts, Amina nodded her head as her bottom lip found its way between her teeth. Anthony smirked, his thumb brushing the crook of her neck.