“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 andthem 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.
Eighteen
Klarity
Happy wife, happy life my ass. I was learning fast that even though Royce put in the work to make me happy, I needed to reciprocate those same efforts. With him, we were splitting certain things right down the middle. Emotional and mental support, as well as respect. There was no give a little and he pick up the slack in those departments. It took me a minute, but I was catching on.
Like now, we were getting ourselves together to go and visit his grandmother. I didn’t have one I could call on, so I didn’t know what I was missing. However, the way my husband spoke about her, I could tell she meant a great deal to him. Now that I’m settled into the Atkins family, going to see her was the only thing left to do. I’d met everyone else.
“Are you sure this isn’t too revealing? I don’t want to make a bad impression,” I said standing in front of my husband.
I wore a pair of denim shorts, a cute, rigged top with a little cleavage, and some pumps to match. I knew how some old women didn’t like for young women to show any kind of skin, so I was trying to be respectful. The weather was bipolar nowadays. It was nippy in the morning, hot as fuck in the afternoon, and breezy at night. Living in Sage Springs was a ball of fun.
“You look good, My Baby, and no, you ain’t wearing anything too revealing. Plus, Mama Rose has dementia. She thinks I’m my Pops so she might think you’re Iris. Ain’t no telling who she’ll mistake the kids for.”
“Baby, are you sure you want us to visit her in this condition? I mean, these are times you and your family need to cherish. I don’t want to take away from that.”
“Nah, y’all good baby. She won’t remember y’all but at least she’ll have a moment with y’all. That’s all I want, to be honest. She don’t get to see everybody else so besides me, I’m sure she’ll be excited to see y’all.”
Nodding, I walked over to my vanity, grabbed up some Valentino, and hit my neck and wrists before walking out. My phone was already downstairs in the kitchen and Royce had his wallet, so I was good to go. I walked over to the kids wing and got CJ from his room while Royce got Essence. He handled her before I did, and I had no pushback for it. She preferred him anyway.
“Mommy, where we going?”
“To see Royce’s grandma. Her name is Mama Rose. She’s Senior’s mom.”
