Page 4 of Father of the Bride
“Fuck,” he groaned as she writhed and jerked beneath him. “Sunny you feel so good.” Her pussy squeezed him mercilessly until he couldn’t hold back any longer. He released with a yell, slamming into her as she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him flush against her. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, using her pussy to milk every drop out of him.
Something else Fallon didn’t know how to do.
He came to rest limply on top of her, completely spent. He heard a light chuckle just before she pushed him off of her. With a groan, he rolled over. No time to bask. No time to rest. The moment was over. Sunny didn’t play that wife shit anymore.
He went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. She made him start wearing them after Fallon entered the picture. Wasn’t his favorite thing in the world, but what else was he gonna do? Say no? He knew he was lucky as hell to still have the little access he did to her. He wasn’t about to fuck it up.
When he returned, she was tucked under his covers, nice and cozy and well-fucked. He used to love that, seeing her with her hair all over her head, that sleepy look in her eyes, her body all limp and relaxed.
“Are you ready for this weekend?” she asked.
Exhausted, he fell onto his back and closed his eyes, throwing an arm across his face. “I’m excited we’re getting it over with.”
“Did you talk to him?”
He sighed. “Baby, I tried.”
“No, Rye. You can’ttry. You have totalkto that boy. Make sure he got his mind right.”
“Can’t you do it?”
“I’m not the one who screwed him up.”
He moved his arm, turning his head to look at her. “Baby, don’t be like that. You always throw that shit in my face.”
“And you’re gonna be throwingyourshit in my face in…when’s she coming again?”
“Let’s not talk about her.”
“She’s the reason for all of this.”
Orion rolled onto his side to stare down at his ex-wife. Sometimes, he still thought of her as his wife, even when his fiancée was around. There was just something about Sunny—something he should have appreciated when he had the chance.
“He’s being cold with me,” he finally said. “He’s pissed. You know how he is. I can’t do nothing but wait it out.”
“And this is why you lose at life.” She shook her head. “You’re willing to wait it out at the risk of losing your relationship with your son?”
“It’s not about losing. I can’t make him talk to me.”
“Well, you better try. That girl’s father shelled out a lot of money on this damn wedding.”
“He’s a doctor, ain’t he?” He sucked his teeth. “He’ll be alright.”
His eyes followed her as extricated herself from his bed and dressed herself in leggings and a t-shirt. He preferred her work uniform—always had—but even dressed down, she was still a cold piece.
“She’s coming on Friday,” he finally admitted. “So you’ll have me all to yourself for a couple of days.”
“Who said I wanted you?”
He chuckled at that. “If you didn’t want me, you wouldn’t be here.”
“Wanting an orgasm and wantingyouare two different things, my dear.”
He grinned. “I’m surprised you aren’t dating somebody.”
She slid her feet into her Nike slides. “I work too much. When would I have time?”
“I mean, listen, I ain’t complaining.”
