22. Aziel
Azaria finished her juice,and I cleaned her up, took her upstairs, and put her down for a nap. We were notified that someone was at the gate as I descended the stairs. I looked at the camera near the door, then pressed the button for Quinton to enter.
“What’s good, bruh?” he greeted a few minutes later as he entered our home.
“Nothing much since we last spoke. Quinton, this is my wife, Desire. Baby, this is Quinton.”
She extended her hand toward his, and they shook. When Desire pulled away, Quinton held on.
“Damn, your name sure is fitting. Nice to meet you.”
“Umm, thank you, and nice to meet you, too. Can I have my hand back now?”
“Nigga, I know damn well you ain’t trying to push up on my wife right in front of me,” I barked.
“Nah, man. I’d at least wait until you left the room.”
Quinton was a good guy, and I knew he was kidding, but I had to let him know how I was stepping behind my wife.
“I’d happily spend the rest of my days in an orange jumpsuit behind this one.”
“You know I’m fucking with you. It really is nice to meet the woman who locked this man down. I realize it wasn’t the traditional way, but he hasn’t run you off yet, so I assume it’s working.”
“We’re making it work,” Desire told him.
“Well, I’ll give you my number before I leave just in case he fucks up.”
“You don’t value your life, do you?” I warned him again. “Let’s talk in the kitchen so I can get you out of my house.”
We went to the kitchen and sat at the table. Quinton placed the envelope he held in the center of the table.
“It smells amazing. What’s for lunch?” he asked.
“Oh, we had leftover—” Desire began.
“Nothing, nigga. We’re not feeding your ass. What’s in the envelope?”
“Baby, don’t be rude. I’ll make you a plate, Quinton,” she offered. “Do you like stuffed bell peppers?”
“I’ve never had them, but they must be good based on their aroma,” he told Desire before looking at me with a satisfied grin. “You could learn some manners from your wife.”
He emptied the envelope, and the first thing I noticed were screenshots of messages. By the time he laid everything out on the table, Desire had made him a plate. I honestly didn’t mind feeding him, but I’d planned to eat the last of the leftovers, so I was low-key pissed.
“Damn, she’s beautiful, and she can cook. You’d better treat her right, man. This is delicious. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Can you tell us what all this shit is while you’re feeding your face?”
“My bad, bruh. I gotchu. Okay, the number you sent me this morning was connected to Flikstagram accounts for all but one of the messages.”
“Damn, I was hoping that wouldn’t be the case.”
“What number?” Desire asked.
“Tammy’s.”
“I knew she was trash. You need to fire her ass right now.”
“Calm down, baby. She’s as good as gone. Quinton, I need to know if the last message was connected to that number.”
“That’s the only one that wasn’t, and as of now, my guy hasn’t been able to determine the number of the account it’s connected to. He’s still working on it and hopes it won’t take much longer.”
“I’m pissed about the messages Tammy sent, but in the big scheme of things, she’s harmless. That last message was a threat, and I need to know who’s behind it.”
“I agree, and we’re on it. Do you have any more?—”
“Nigga, your job here is done. No more food until you tell me what I need to know,” I told him, pulling him from the chair and ushering him toward the front door.
“If that’s the case, I’ll have what you need by dinner. What are you cooking, beautiful?”
“Out!”
I pushed Quinton out of my house and stepped outside with him.
“I appreciate you doing this for me and keeping it on the low,” I told him as we walked to his car.
“You know it’s never a problem. I’m about to meet up with my tech guy. I send shit to him every other day, and he never fails me. He’ll figure it out.”
“Cool. Hit me up as soon as he does.”
We exchanged a one-armed hug and parted ways. I waited until the gate closed behind him to go inside. Desire was no longer in the kitchen, and the family room was empty. I went upstairs to our bedroom and heard the shower.
“Why is she—oh, shit!”
I quickly disrobed and rushed into the bathroom. My wife was in the shower, sitting on the bench with her legs open.
“Join me. I want to suck your dick.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. Hell, she really didn’t have to ask at all. I stepped into the shower, and as soon as my dick was within reach, she wrapped her hand around the base and licked the tip.
“Don’t play with it, baby. I want to feel the back of your throat.”
My wish was her command, and when the head of my dick hit that little thing in the back of her throat, she gagged. Saliva gathered in her mouth, seeping from the sides while her eyes watered.
“Damn, you look beautiful sucking my shit. Get that throat ready. I’m about to bust.”
She sucked harder as her head bobbed up and down. My seeds shot to the back of her throat, and she easily swallowed every last bit.
I took her hand and pulled her up from the bench, turning her around to face the wall. She pressed her hands against it and tooted her ass up.
“Is she ready for me, baby?”
It was a rhetorical question because she was clearly ready.
“She stays wet and ready.”
Getting my dick sucked by my wife was always a pleasant experience. However, nothing was like burying my length in her womb. I’d been anticipating entering her tight, slippery walls again for days. I grabbed my dick and angled my body enough to slide inside what I’d deemed the greatest place on earth.
“Ahh, fuck! I missed you, baby.”
“Me, too.”
I reached around her body with both hands, using one to massage her clit, and the other to do the same to her nipple. She began to throw her ass back as I pounded her from behind.
“That’s right. Throw that ass back.”
“You gon’ make me cum.”
“That’s the goal, baby. You gon’ give me what I want?”
“What do you want?”
She knew the answer but wanted me to beg for it.
“Cum for me.”
“Mmm.”
“Cum for me. Let it go.”
It didn’t take much. It never did. Even if she didn’t want to listen to me, her pussy always understood the assignment and who was in control. She contracted around my dick, and my strokes deepened, sending her into a frenzy.
“Baby, please.”
Her hand fell from the wall, and she reached back, put it between us, and attempted to push me away.
“None of that, baby. Move your hand.”
“Baby, please.”
“Back on the wall,” I ordered.
She did as I said, and I extended my arms, covering her hands with mine to ensure she didn’t try that shit again. I fucked her hard and fast from the back. The sound of our skin smacking against one another was an aphrodisiac.
Our climaxes collided, and I had to wrap my arm around Desire’s waist to keep her from collapsing. Spinning us around, I sat on the bench with my dick still nestled inside her haven. Life couldn’t get any better than this.
I was disappointedwhen Quinton called with no new information the following day. Whoever sent the threatening message had covered their tracks well. He assured me the culprit would be discovered, but it would take longer than expected. I ensured security was in place to protect my family, and there wasn’t much else I could do about the situation at the moment.
When I arrived at work, I immediately summoned Tammy into my office. I hated it had come to this. Tammy had worked for me since I opened my second car dealership. When I announced I was running for mayor, she was the first to volunteer to help with the campaign.
After I won, it only seemed fair to bring her along as my assistant. I still had businesses to run while performing my duties as the mayor, and she could assist me with both. As I told Desire, Tammy was like a sister to me, so I didn’t see this coming.
“What?” she questioned with an attitude when she entered my office.
“Close the door and have a seat.”
She huffed as she closed the door. As soon as she sat down, she began complaining.
“Since you ordered me not to come back yesterday, I have a lot of work to do today. Can we make this quick?”
I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms across my chest, studying her for a minute. She didn’t attempt to hide her annoyance with me, but I thought I saw something else in her expression.
“Can you take a look at some documents for me?”
“Sure.”
I handed her the copies of the screenshots Quinton had left with me and the documents proving the messages originated from accounts connected to her phone number. Her expression went from annoyed to confused to holy shit.
“Aziel, I can explain,” she began, not even trying to deny she’d sent the messages.
“I’m listening.”
“See, I wanted to, well, I was trying to make sure, okay, I didn’t want you to get hurt?—”
“Tammy, just stop,” I interrupted, shaking my head. “You can’t even think of a good lie. Telling the truth would be much easier.”
She sighed, and tears gathered in her eyes. “I’m sorry, okay? My whole plan backfired, and I didn’t know what to do.”
“What plan?”
After hesitating for too damn long, she confessed something that blew my mind. I had no choice but to fire her. She didn’t take the news well. Unfortunately, the scene became ugly, and security had to escort her from the building. Desire was right, and I couldn’t wait to get home to tell her.