Page 45 of Royce (Atkins Family Saga #1)
“Come here, My Baby.” All it took was one time. She could act as if she didn’t fuck with me for real, but she listened anytime I spoke.
When she was in reach, I stripped her from the robe she wore and picked her up. Her arms circled around my neck as her legs locked around my waist. No matter how mad she got at me or how upset I was with her, neither one of us was turning down a session.
My Baby was placed on the sink with me gently pushing her back down to the custom marble. The towel that concealed my dick was now at my ankles and warmth from my wife’s pussy was felt against it. I knew what was to come and I had to say I was looking forward to that gushy shit.
With my wood in tow, the tip of my shit was used to smear around the juices that were already seeping from her opening. Those soft moans a nigga couldn’t get enough of bounced off the walls. She was ready which meant I could do me and she wouldn’t object to a damn thing even though she never did.
Pushing her legs back to where her feet were flat on the sink, I began to feast. Her pretty ass waxed pussy was fat and soft. The lips on that bitch were succulent and tasteful while her pearl was the star of the show glistening from the moisture my tongue provided. I fell in love all over again.
“ Sssss ,” she hissed as I wrapped my lips around her clit. Two fingers were inserted inside her canal massaging her walls in the process. Her moans got deeper letting me know she was more than pleased with my services. “Fuuuck!”
“ Mmhm .”
She had a hold on my locs as she moved her body in sync with my tongue.
Just when shew as ‘bout to cum, I replaced my fingers with the pipe causing her to cry out.
Mouth wide the fuck open and eyes rolling to the back of her head.
I knew that reaction all too well. My Baby was in heaven right about now.
Both her knees were pushed to her chest as her feet rested on mine. I was long dicking with each thrust going as deep as the pussy allowed. That muthafucka was spitting at a nigga by this time. If I didn’t know how to stroke my way through that wet shit, I would’ve been done for.
“What’s yo’ fuckin’ name?”
“Mrs. Atkins,” she answered without hesitation in the softest fuckin’ tone a nigga ever heard.
“ Mmhm . And who the fuck you belong to?” I had a grip on her waist refusing to let her go.
“Y-Yoouuuu baby. Damn!”
“I know that. Talking like that gon’ make me nut in this muthafucka.”
“You don’t have a choice.”
I was liking what the fuck I saw in the mirror at this point.
Her breast moved up and down perfectly as her body stayed in rhythm with mine.
From the tattoos to the jewelry, we both rocked, the view was one that could be polarized.
Seeing that big ass ring on her finger was really doing it for me. I couldn’t even lie.
“Don’t you cum without me,” I said feeling her walls contract around my pole.
“I… can’t… help… it. You feel so fuckin’ good. Fuck, stay right there baby. I’m finna cu-cummmmm!” she squealed.
I was seconds behind her. That white creamy shit had painted my dick white from the base to the tip.
I smirked at my handy work and unloaded all my kids into her canal.
She was right, I really ain’t have no fuckin’ choice.
My sperm wasn’t touching anything but the inside of her.
Her moans weren’t the only ones bouncing off the marble walls.
Mine were just as loud expressing the pleasurable moments My Baby bestowed upon a nigga.
“Fuck, why this pussy so goddamn good?” I inquired not having the will power to disconnect our bodies. A nigga really did enjoy being inside his wife.
“More like why this dick always adjusting a bitch mood and attitude. Help me up,” she said using my waist to pull herself up.
I brought her into me and rained kisses down her face.
Regardless of what she thought, I was willing to risk both my freedom and my life for her.
She could label me as delusional and crazy all she wanted but I wouldn’t turn my back on her and them kids if God himself asked me to.
I was locked the fuck in a hunnid percent, and it wasn’t shit that could change that. I made her an Atkins for a reason.
When she was sorting out her thoughts and emotions, I let her have her moment. Now that she was telling a nigga she loved me and rocked that ring, shit was different. She should’ve walked when she had the chance.
“Stop trying me, My Baby. I’d hate to take another nigga life just because you wanted to say fare-fuckin’-well,” I said with my hand around her throat. I gave it a light squeeze as a warning.
“You must think just ‘cause I wear this ring I’ll mind my tongue and be a good lil’ bitch.
I’m a grown ass woman Royce and can handle myself.
Stop doing ridiculous shit. Me and our kids have this attachment to you, and I’d hate to alter it just because you can’t control your emotions,” she threw back.
“I’m well aware of how… mature you are, My Baby. However, wearing this ring means you accept all choices a nigga makes. The only thing you should be doing is thanking me for being husband of the year and taking out yo’ trash. Bitch ass nigga was gay anyway.”
“You didn’t have to kill him, Royce. If that’s all it takes to off someone, you need to go sit on somebody couch.”
“I do, mine. And don’t get it twisted Ma. I’ve offed niggas for less.”
Finally, I pulled out of her slippery walls and walked back into the shower to wash off. She followed behind shaking her head. If only she knew how easy it was to take me there, she wouldn’t be so haste to pissing me off.