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GERMAYNE

“ M an, stop all this damn crying and tell me what the fuck is going on.” Pacing back and forth, I try to reel in my frustration from Desi calling me.

I had just made the decision to give Chaniya the dick when my phone started ringing back-to-back.

Answering Desi’s call and hearing him crying like somebody was dying had me stopping Chaniya in her tracks.

My dick was hard as parchment paper leaving her crib, only to get here and Desi’s wack ass was doing more crying than talking.

“Here you go.” Chaniya’s soft voice interjects, handing Desi some tissue.

Seeing the panic on my face had Chaniya refusing to let me come alone, which irritates me more to see my woman trying to soothe this nigga. Right about now, I should be pushing Chaniya’s thick thighs toward her ears instead of pacifying Desi.

“Thank you, Ms. Chaniya. I appreciate you.” Desi cries.

Heat fills my ears, and I put my hands behind my back to keep from snatching this nigga up or punching his ass.

“Don’t worry about it,” Chaniya says before returning to my side, rubbing her hand up and down my arm.

“Man, I’m not sure if I’m gonna make the wedding after the shit I walked in on today,” Desi tells me.

“Keep talking,” I urge him so I can have all the information before commenting.

“I have been following Chardonnay’s thot ass all day, and like the ho she’s trying to be, she made three different stops.

Three niggas met her at the car, holding court like they were conducting a drug transaction before each of their asses pulled her out of the car and tongued her down.

Three different niggas had their mouths on my fuck?—”

“Man, I know good and got damn well your punk ass didn’t call me over here for this shit.” Fire surges through my blood at the reason Desi interrupts me and Chaniya getting it in.

“Who’s Char?—”

“I have told your stupid ass to quit following me, Desi Williams. You haven’t learned the consequences of searching for hidden things yet?” Chardonnay enters the house, instantly cutting Chaniya off.

Chaniya’s eyes balloon while looking between Chardonnay and Desi, who’s hurrying to wipe his wet face.

This shit is crazy how bad my man is going out behind my cousin, who I tried to steer him away from.

“Char—baby,” Desi says.

“Hello. I’m Chardonnay, Germayne’s cousin. Excuse the bullshit you’re being subjected to right now. These niggas don’t like it when you show their asses we can play their games better than they ever could.”

Chaniya opens and closes her mouth several times while looking unsure of how to respond to the bullshit coming from Chardonnay’s mouth.

“How are you teaching me a lesson when I haven’t done anything but love your dumb ass, though?” Desi interjects.

“Man. We’re out. If this is the type of time y’all are on, don’t come to the wedding. I ain’t about to let neither of y’all fuck up Essence’s big day.” Grabbing Chaniya’s hand, I head toward the front door, over the entire situation.

“So, Desi is in love with your cousin who’s trying to unjustly humble him?” Chaniya asks, whispering.

“Exactly.”

“Hm. That’s?—”

“Their shit, and I’m sorry you had to witness it.”

“Go ahead and go. I’ll stay here until you get back.” Rubbing her stomach with her right hand, Chaniya shoos me with her left.

I checked us into our room an hour ago, and Chaniya still hasn’t gotten comfortable with leaving to meet my family. Now, she’s complaining of stomach pains or something, leading me to believe she’s genuinely having some discomfort or faking to get out of it altogether.

“Alright. Do you need me to get you anything before I go?”

“No. I’m gonna lay down, and hopefully, my stomach will settle. I should be good and ready for the ceremony tomorrow. I’ll just meet your family at the reception.”

The dinner for the wedding party is about to start, so I have no choice but to leave Chaniya while I handle my groomsman duties. I don’t like leaving her while she’s not feeling good, but my hands are tied.

“Hit my line if anything changes. I’ll be back soon.” Stepping closer, I pull Chaniya’s body into mine before kissing her gently on her soft lips.

Leaving the room, I head to the elevator, and the further away I get from Chaniya, the more my chest pinches and my pulse races. Clenching my jaw, I push the button for the elevator and shake my head when Chardonnay, Desi, and Jarrod come into view.

“Where have you been, G?” Jarrod asks, momentarily distracting me from Desi and Chardonnay booed up.

These confused mothafuckas ain’t about to get on my nerves this weekend with their bipolar asses.

“I had to get my woman settled. What’s up?”

“Why isn’t she with you?” Chardonnay interjects.

“Oh, word? When do I get to meet my new sis-in-law?” Jarrod asks, rubbing his hands together.

“She’s a beauty too, bro. She’s what they call a thick madame,” Desi says, and Chardonnay punches him in the arm, frowning deep. “What, bae? I’m just telling bro about our new sis. Chill.”

“Don’t make me hurt your ass, Desi.” Chardonnay sassily stares him down.

“Aye, man. Y’all need to chill before I fuck around and call them people to shoot both y’all asses with a tranquilizer,” Jarrod adds before I have a chance to respond.

“Great idea. I had to deal with their shenanigans in front of my lady, which was embarrassing. This nigga was snotting and crying, too, looking like somebody in his family died. Had my woman bringing him tissues and looking like she wanted to give his overgrown ass a hug. I mean down fucking bad with his lovesick ass.” I shake my head, looking at Desi kissing Chardonnay’s neck.

“You know what? I’m about to revoke your privileges. Ain’t no brother of mine about to be out here acting like this.” Jarrod looks Desi up and down before exiting the elevator.

“Finally, you put my love on top. Baby, it’s you.” Chaniya is holding the remote control to her mouth, dancing with her back facing me.

With the music blasting from the TV, it’s no wonder why she hasn’t heard me enter the room. For a minute, I lean against the door with my hands crossed and my right ankle crossing over the left.

“You’re the one I love. You’re the one I—oh shit! Germayne!” Chaniya clutches the remote against her chest when she turns to see me watching her faking ass.

Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and I lean off the door, heading toward her, causing her eyes to balloon the closer I get.

“Ba-ba—Germayne.” Chaniya pants.

“I’m wondering if you like face down, ass up, or missionary.

You see, I have been barely entertaining my people because I was worried about you lying up here feeling bad and shit.

I had to lie to my mom about your whereabouts because my big-mouth dad told her to expect my plus one.

I haven’t told Adele Malone a lie since she caught me sneaking two of her prized Faygo red when I was sixteen.

Now, you got me lying to my old girl at thirty because your scary ass didn’t want to face the music.

So which do you prefer because fucking sickness into you is my mission for the rest of the night. ”

A smirk forms when Chaniya’s eyes fill with lust and desire, which makes my dick brick instantly. After our last attempt at connecting intimately, I’m more than ready to slide between Chaniya’s thick thighs.

“Ba—”

“Ssh. All I need is an F or M to solidify your answer. I got it from there.” Removing the space between us, I hook my fingers into her belt loops, staring at her intently.

Puffs of air coming from her mouth fill my body with heat that fuels my desire, and I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, causing simultaneous moans.

“However you want it,” Chaniya tells me breathlessly.

“Take all this shit off.”

My demand is low and husky, which causes Chaniya’s body to shake slightly, letting me know I’m not the only one on the verge of falling.

Pressing my lips into Chaniya’s, I relish in the fast tempo of my heart.

Sucking her tongue, I allow my hands to roam freely, and my dick becomes excited, thumping wildly against my dress slacks.

Chaniya breaks our lip-lock before squatting while her hands frantically unbuckle my pants, unzip the zipper, and pull my dick from the confines of my underwear.

“Ch—oh shit!” I grab the back of Chaniya’s head to keep from falling when she sucks me into her warm mouth before I communicate a rebuttal.

Her mouth is wet, jaw strong. Chaniya sucks me so fucking good.

I feel the cum inside me stirring within my balls, creeping up the wall of my shaft, yearning to explode inside her mouth.

My head becomes dizzy from the fast reaction to an activity I’ve had performed countless times.

Chaniya moans around my dick before cupping my ass, causing me to stiffen from the uncomfortable placement of her hands.

Yet, Chaniya’s head bobs like my dick is a sweet candy apple, and the shit feels too amazing to stop her or urge her to shift the placement of her hands.

“Fuck!” Under previous circumstances, I could hold out for at least thirty minutes or an hour, if I shift my focus, from cumming. Not this time.

My toes start to Bankhead bounce, and my legs, ass, and back tighten before my spine curves.

With determination or an apology as her motivation, Chaniya takes more of my dick into her mouth.

Deep, long, and strong fucking strokes which cause me to close my eyes tight, fighting the urge to moan like a bitch from the warmth of Chaniya’s expert mouth.

“Damn, Chaniya!” I pant before grunting while thrusting in and out of Chaniya’s mouth.

Stars dance behind my lids when a long stream of cum shoots from my dick into Chaniya’s hungry mouth. Stumbling slightly, my dick leaves the warm place it's been in, and my eyes slowly open to see Chaniya licking the residue from her mouth.

“You might as well introduce me to little man because I’m marrying your nasty ass. Come here.”

Yanking my shirt over my head, I toss it behind me before coming out of my pants, underwear, and shoes. A sneaky grin forms, and Chaniya stands to her full height, and I wordlessly bend to lift her into my arms, heading to the bedroom.

“I’m too he?—”

“Shut that shit up, Chaniya. I got you.”

Call me a fool, but any woman who could make me nut in under thirty minutes deserves my last name.

Hell, I felt my virtue leave me the minute my nut shot from my dick, so I ain’t about to play with Chaniya’s ass.

Either she can get with the program, or I hog-tie her ass and take her to the Justice of the Peace.

She’s marrying me, so I suggest she catch up because I know several judges who wouldn’t mind seeing me happy, thanks to my delivering several of their children.

“Turn that ass over,” I say after depositing Chaniya on the bed.

“I di?—”

“You lost your selection. Now I need to see that fat ass taking my dick from the back.” Without another word, I unceremoniously remove Chaniya’s clothing until everything haphazardly lies on the floor.

Unspeakable joy surges through me when Chaniya complies with my request. The arch in her back is perfect, and I walk briskly to the nightstand where I’ve placed my condoms. Call me presumptuous, but a nigga had to be prepared for whatever.

Quickly covering my dick, I return to Chaniya and enter her warm walls inch by inch.

“Damn, this warm mothafucka is lethal.” Once I’m fully in, I hold my position, trying not to nut prematurely from the tight grip Chaniya’s wall have on my dick.

“G-Germayne.” Chaniya moans, rocking her ass into my pelvis.

“Yeah, I’m marrying your ass for sure.”