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 shewas 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 seeyou 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.
After the long hours of debate, me and My Baby settled on the velvet pieces Selena made. She looked damned good, and I needed her to know that. Those other pieces weren’t bad at all,but it was something about seeing her in my favorite color that just made my dick hard. The dress fit her to the T showing off every curve she had. Not once was a nigga in his feelings ‘bout how much of her skin was exposed. I thought that shit looked sexy.
With my woman by my side, we walked into the venue where she was greeted by everyone that was someone. Looking at her from top to bottom, I knew I had a gem on my arm. The attention she got from others said they knew it, too. Klarity was nothing less than fine shit, believe that.
“Royce, I was not expecting her to be this gorgeous. Oh, she is a doll.” Shyne’s wife was the first to actually stop us and hold conversation.
“You should see our daughter. She’s just as gorgeous. I appreciate it though, Thalia. It means a lot to me. My Baby, this is Shyne’s wife Thalia. Shyne is over a certain department in The Oath,” I replied.
“Daughter? Oh, you really knocked it out the park getting married and having a daughter within a year. Shyne doubted you in the worst way. I told him you were a man who was full of surprises. Hi, beautiful, it’s nice to meet you.”
