16. Kay’lo Mensah #3
Toni always sucked my dick good, and I ain’t gon’ lie…
that was part of the reason I married her.
Yeah, it was deeper than that, but I wasn’t finna sit here and act like the way she fucked me and sucked a nigga dry ain’t have nothin’ to do with it.
My wife knew my body just as good as I knew hers, and every damn time she got on my dick, she showed me why I would never stick it in another woman.
Over the years, her mouth had only got better, and she was suckin’ my dick like she created this muthafucka.
Every gag, every spit, every hawkin’ sound that came from her throat had my hips movin’ before I could even stop ‘em. She was takin’ her time, makin’ a nigga feel every second of that shit, and when I felt my dick hittin’ the back of her throat, I damn near lost my mind.
I was already testin’ the straps without even thinkin’ about it, pullin’ against ’em off pure instinct ‘cause every part of me wanted to grab her, hold her and take over.
Then she started usin’ both hands to twist and jerk my dick while she kept suckin’ it sloppy, and all types of moans broke loose from my mouth before I could catch ‘em. I was bitin’ my lip, throwin’ my head back and callin’ out to my wife like I needed her more than I needed air.
Every thing she did had me ridin’ that line between keepin’ my composure and snappin’ clean out.
By the time I looked back down at her, both her hands was covered in spit.
Most niggas probably thought that shit was nasty, but it just turned me on even more.
It was somethin’ about knowin’ every bit of that came from me that had a nigga ready to lose his damn mind.
When she finally stood up and put her hands in my face, I ain’t hesitate.
I licked all that shit off like it was honey, keepin’ my eyes locked on hers the whole time just so she knew I wasn’t wastin’ a damn drop.
My pants was still on with my dick hangin’ out, and I couldn’t really fuck like this.
I was one of those niggas that needed to be butt ass naked to get a good nut.
I wanted to be so deep in the pussy that my balls hurt.
I wanted all my skin against hers with nothin’ in the way, and every second I sat here with my pants still around my legs had me pullin’ harder at the straps, wonderin’ how much longer she planned on playin’ with me.
But I was in Toni’s world, so I had to do shit her way… for now.
When she finally sat down on my dick, we both let out a moan at the same time.
“Shit,” I moaned, feelin’ chills run through me while she rode my dick slow.
Every movement she made had me fightin’ the urge to buck up into her, but all I could do was grip the arms of that chair and take what she was givin’ me. She knew exactly how to drag that shit out, and I swear she was enjoyin’ watchin’ me struggle.
Then she grabbed the front of my neck and squeezed as hard as she could.
I wanted to smack her ass so bad but I couldn’t, and that’s what had a nigga gettin’ anxious.
Every part of me was screamin’ to grab her, hold her and take control, but all I could do was sit here and let her keep thinkin’ she had me exactly where she wanted me.
Toni licked and sucked my neck like she was determined to mark my shit up bad.
Every bite and pull of her lips had chills crawlin’ across my skin, and while she did it, she started bouncin’ up and down my dick hard makin’ her ass clap against my balls.
She was ridin’ me so damn good, and I couldn’t even put my hands on her the way I wanted to.
That alone was enough to have a nigga on edge.
I could feel her gettin’ weaker as she bounced, and her cries told me she wasn’t gon’ be able to hold on much longer. I knew my wife too well not to recognize when she was startin’ to lose that fight. Every shake in her body and every broken moan that slipped out let me know.
“Baby… take these fuckin’ straps off me and let me show you how this shit really go,” I whispered in her ear.
“Nooo,” she moaned, almost beggin’ a nigga to let her stay in control, but that shit ain’t hold no weight. She could say no all she wanted, but I heard it in her voice. She ain’t sound confident no more. She sounded desperate.
Now I was in rare form and already pushin’ my dick deeper in her from the bottom. Every time she came back down on me, I met her halfway, makin’ her body jump before another moan spilled out her mouth.
“You know when I get free, you in trouble… right?” I asked, starin’ dead in her eyes.
She ain’t wanna hear that shit, so she turned her face away from mine while her moans got deeper.
I wiggled my wrist, tryna come up out the straps while I kept fuckin’ into her deep. “Yep… this pussy in trouble.”
“Kay’Lo, please…”
“Please what?” I asked against her neck before kissin’ it slow. “I thought you told me to shut the fuck up. I thought you was runnin’ shit. What happened, mama? Don’t tell me all that boss shit done disappeared the second I started fuckin’ back.”
I could feel and hear her pussy queefin’, and I could feel it gettin’ wetter the harder I kept twistin’ my wrists against the straps.
Toni grabbed my hand to try to stop me, but it was already too late.
The second my right hand; my good hand, broke free, that was it.
Before she could even open her mouth to say somethin’, I brought my hand up and smacked it down hard against her ass until a scream ripped outta her.
I rubbed over the spot right after, cuppin’ it in my palm and massagin’ it slow like I was apologizin’ for it, even though I wasn’t sorry for shit.
“I fuckin’ told you…” I whispered in her ear, kissin’ the side of her neck while I held her close.
“‘Lo…” she begged, her voice soft now and no longer full of all that tough shit she had been talkin’. Every ounce of that attitude was completely gone, and hearin’ my name fall off her lips like that had a nigga feelin’ exactly how I knew I would.
Then I freed my other hand…
“You get on my fuckin’ nerves,” she said, but I heard the smile hidin’ behind the words as I gripped her ass with both hands and stood up from the chair like them straps had never been nothin’ but a delay.
My first instinct was to strap her ass to the bed and fuck her wild, but then I remembered what the hell I came home for in the first place. All that other shit could wait.
Toni stared at me like she was confused while I kept her in my arms instead of puttin’ her back down. She wrapped her legs around my waist without even thinkin’ about it while I carried her out the room, down the hall and back upstairs to our room.
If I was gon’ give her this baby, I wanted to do it right…
When we made it to the room, I laid her on the bed and snatched all that red shit off her.
I took off my pants and got on top of her.
Before I did anything else, I just looked at her for a second.
Downstairs she was all attitude, all boss shit, but layin’ under me now, all I saw was my wife.
I saw the woman I been prayin’ over, fightin’ for and lovin’ with every piece of me.
“You ready to have my baby again?” I asked, starin’ in her eyes and rubbin’ her chin. My thumb brushed across her cheek while I waited on her answer ‘cause this wasn’t just talk to me. I meant every damn word.
She swallowed hard and her eyes filled with tears. “Yes…”
That one lil’ word did somethin’ to a nigga.
It wasn’t just the answer I wanted. It was the way she looked at me when she said it, like she trusted me with every part of herself.
I leaned down, kissed her slow, lettin’ my lips linger against hers for a second longer before I pulled back just enough to look at her again.
Then I pushed my dick back in her, never breakin’ eye contact, wantin’ her to feel every bit of the love I had for her while I loved on her the way only I knew how.
While I moved my hips slow, she grabbed my ass and pushed herself deeper into me like she couldn’t get close enough. She was so wet, it was overwhelmin’, and every movement she made had me fallin’ deeper in love with her all over again.
I put more of my weight on her and buried my face in the side of her neck while she kept pushin’ more of me into her.
I kissed her neck between every breath, breathin’ her in, holdin’ her close and thankin’ God in my head that this woman was mine.
After all that shit we survived together, bein’ able to love on my wife like this felt like a blessin’ a nigga never wanted to take for granted.
“I love you so much,” she moaned while she caressed all over my ass.
Every time her hands moved over me, it wasn’t just touch for me. It was reassurance. It was her remindin’ me that no matter what life threw at us, we was gon’ always find our way right back here… together.
“I love you too…” I whispered against her neck before kissin’ it again. “And I’mma love this baby I’m finna put in you.”
“Oh my God,” she whispered like that shit did somethin’ to her.
Her arms wrapped around me tighter, and I held her the same way ‘cause I wanted her to feel every word I just said.
This wasn’t just about makin’ another baby to me. This was about buildin’ another piece of the life we fought hard to have together, and there wasn’t another woman on this earth I would rather do this shit with than my wife.