Page 38 of Royce (Atkins Family Saga #1)

Nodding, we walked to the kitchen with him in my arms. Rounding the corner, Mercedees and My Baby sat at the bar enjoying each other’s company.

Cedees held Essence and looked as if she wasn’t going to give her back.

At least I could say my folk loved the kids even if they doubted Klarity being for me.

I placed CJ on his feet and walked over to my woman.

She lifted her face to mine as soon as I towered over her.

The kiss was soft and welcomed. Her adjustment to me was easier than I expected.

I noticed she had her nails done as she gently caressed my face.

Cuzo must’ve got her right while I was gone.

Shit, that was one less thing I had to pay for.

“Hi baby,” she whispered against my lips.

“Wassup Mama. How you feeling? My daughter giving you hell?”

“I feel good as usual and no. She’s just as content as ever. She only gives me hell when she realizes you aren’t around. Surprisingly, she’s been good though. Your mother had her while Mercedees hooked a sista up,” she answered flashing her nails.

“They look good. I’m glad you handled that. We got a small gathering to hit in a few hours. Couldn’t be claiming you as my wife while you looking a mess,” I jested.

She gave me that look and said, “Yeah, keep playing and this ring will return to sender. Besides, for me to be a wife, I have to walk down the aisle.”

We could play all damn day but don’t throw my marriage in the mix.

I don’t even play like that. Shit, I was still trying to make sure that small detail didn’t hit the surface.

I could only imagine how she’d cut up after finding out I fooled her ass, yet again.

She was on the fence ‘bout us and needed a lil’ shove over that muthafucka, so I helped her pretty ass out.

She wasn’t gon’ see it like that though.

“You better find you something safe to do, Mrs. Atkins. I don’t play ‘bout my shit,” I warned her.

Releasing a light laugh, she shook her head and pecked my lips once more before giving her attention back to Cedees.

My Baby was in her natural state, and I wanted her rocking that same style tonight.

She had the beauty to pull off anything and that was real.

Klarity was the full package but that fuck ass nigga she procreated with never saw it.

She had a nigga by her side that did though, and I wasn’t gon’ ever turn her loose.

“You said we got a get together later. Who’s is it?” Klarity inquired.

“It’s a ceremony for me. I made a major move so it’s like a congratulations or whatnot.”

“What was the move?”

“It’s a table I sit at called The Oath. Mercedees does as well, but she’s never at the meetings. She doesn’t have the same obligations I do.”

“What were the obligations?”

She was firing off question after question getting closer and closer to the marriage stipulation.

I wasn’t a fearful man but damn she was making a nigga nervous as hell right now for some reason.

I looked at Mercedees and she looked at me wearing a smirk.

She wanted to see how I was ‘bout to spin this shit.

I knew that look from anywhere. I returned one asking for her help silently.

“We can’t really talk about that cuz-in-law. The Oath strictly forbids it,” Mercedees jumped in.

“Oh, okay. Well, is the ceremony simple? What are we supposed to wear?” Klarity asked.

“I got you covered, My Baby. I was just at the tailor shop getting us right. The bags at the door. Come check it out with me right quick.”

Nodding, she stood, and my eyes immediately went to her backside.

Klarity had hips and ass for days. It was like Essence gave her a fuller body than she already had.

She snapped back fa sho’ and that muthafucka had curves that made niggas crash the fuck out.

Nothing about this woman said she was average.

I followed behind her not bothering to take my daughter from Cedees.

There were some plans that suddenly formed as I watched her hips sway from side to side.

The recoil on that ass changed a nigga mood from sad to happy any day.

Today it was just brightening my fuckin’ day from an already bright one.

I was having flashbacks of that bitch bouncing off my stomach but when she bent over to look through the bags, I lost my patience. “Aye, come here right quick,” I said opening the foyer closet door and pulling her inside.

She had no time to think, and we had more than enough room to get it in.

It wasn’t nothing like a quickie, especially when that muthafucka bite back.

With the door closed, she was picked up and pinned against it.

Those thick thighs wrapped around my waist without hesitation.

I liked that she wasn’t denying me what I momentarily desired. She was just as hungry.

It took me little to no time to free my dick and plant it between her walls. Having on them lil’ ass shorts paid off. All I did was slide them bitches to the side and get comfortable. Her gasp was heard the second we connected as one. I couldn’t help but smirk.

Always wet and ready for her man. Seeing her always sent me into a frenzy.

It was like I was put under some kind of spell or something.

I could hear her body calling out to a nigga clear as day and I’d be damned if I didn’t hear it loud and clear today.

Klarity might’ve been dressed in comfortable clothing because she was home, but she knew exactly what she did to me.

All it took was a glance and I was ready to live in between her thighs.

“ Sssss , fuck,” she moaned softly.

“Talk to me, My Baby.”

“You just… feel so fuckin’ good to me, baby.” Her tone was barely above a whisper and sultry as hell.

Having her like this was satisfaction all the way around the board.

I liked the way she spoke to me while I was in it, the way she clung to me while I was stroking, and the way she creamed on my wood when I was beating that muthafucka up.

A nigga found his peace of mind anytime I was in her guts. It was therapy in a way.

“Likewise, Ma.”

With my face buried in her neck, I was inhaling her intoxicating scent in deep breaths.

She always carried this vanilla and chocolate musk smell to her.

It didn’t matter if she went out or if she stayed in the crib all day, you would know she was near if you smelled that scent.

A smile pierced my lips as I took in the fact that I was a lucky ass nigga right about now.

Klarity was too good to pass up on or ever throw away.

“You fuckin’ me like you missed me, baby,” she spoke while running her freshly manicured hands across my back.

“A nigga gon’ miss you anytime we ain’t in the same vicinity, My Baby. You got a hold on a nigga, and you know it.”

Her soft chuckle said she knew the kind of power she held over me.

This woman could get any and everything she wanted from me without question.

As much as I loved her, all it took was for her to mention something and she owned it.

When she let a nigga enter the gold mine between her legs, it was sign, sealed, and delivered.

The sounds of her wet ass pussy could be heard echoing through the small space.

Being a man that enjoyed pussy but never sought after it had long left.

Before Klarity, I engaged with women when I found time, now I was craving my wife juices on my dick.

Call me a bitch in heat ‘cause I swear I was ready to take her ass down every time she looked my way.

Her pussy had walls that contracted against yo’ shit if you were hitting that bitch right.

It smelled and tasted better than any pussy put on a plate.

You had to understand her box had an ongoing flow to that muthafucka that made you feel like you were surrounded by waves.

Nutting in her was the only logical answer.

“So, what you saying? I got you locked in?” she asked with a soft moan followed behind it.

“You can’t tell?”

“Tell me how I got you, baby.”

“ Hmph ! Wrapped around them pretty ass fingers of yours and then some. Ready to crawl for forgiveness if I ever fuck up no matter how small. Willing to empty my account just to see you happy. All I want is you to love a nigga and I’ll handle the rest.”

I answered her as real as I could and this muthafucka released every drop of cum she housed on my shit. Making her cum off strokes alone was one thing but knowing you had the power to make that pussy cum off words was a different breed of a nigga.

“Shit! Wha the fuck?” she cried out. This time she didn’t give a fuck about being discrete.

Smiling, I didn’t stop beating down them walls until I was satisfied. So fuckin’ warm and wet that you had no choice but to be greedy and get as much as you could in one take. This was the kind of greed the Bible talked about. All it took was her calling my name to throw a nigga overboard.

“Fuuuck, Roooyce!”

I truly didn’t give a fuck if she was fresh off the delivery table, my seeds weren’t going nowhere but in her.

I gave her everything I had knowing she was the only woman that could carry my last name and offspring.

She was irreplaceable if she didn’t know it which made making love to her hit different every single time.

“I love you, My Baby,” I groaned as my dick throbbed against her creamy walls.

“I… love you… too,” she said still trying to control her breathing.

Yeah, Royce, you did the damn thing. She folded faster than you expected her to nigga.