Chapter 11
Immediately after the carriage ride, I took my bride to the staycation I’d planned. As much as I wanted to take her out the country like she deserved, I had too much pressing shit going on that wouldn’t permit me to leave the city. I needed to stay close.
The presidential suite at the Ritz Carlton was exactly what I'd booked it to be. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking downtown Dallas. Marble everything. A living room that felt like a penthouse in the sky. But all of that shit was secondary to watching Tatti walk through that door and take it all in. I’d paid to have the room decorated and set up just for her.
There were white rose petals all over, champagne on ice, chocolate covered strawberries and all that.
Her eyes got wider with every step. Although she came from money, she always made me feel like anything that I did for her was huge. She walked over to the windows and just stood there, looking out at the city lights like she couldn't believe this was real.
I let her have that moment. Just watched her while she processed it all.
After a few minutes, she turned back to me with tears in her eyes.
"This is beautiful. You’ve made my whole day beautiful for real. I can’t believe this is my life.” she said softly.
I walked over to where she was standing and pulled her close.
"For the next two days, we don't leave this room," I told her, my voice steady against her ear. "You got me all to yourself. Everything you need is here. Everything you want, you ask for it and I’ll have it delivered.”
She turned to face me and nodded, but I could see something shift in her expression. Like she was still getting used to the idea of being taken care of.
We ended up on the balcony. The night air was cool and the city was alive below us. She leaned against the railing and just looked out, and I stood beside her, giving her the space to feel whatever she was feeling.
"Thank you," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you so much for today. For all of this."
I didn't respond right away. Just let her gratitude sit between us.
"I mean it," she continued, turning to look at me. "I didn’t expect none of this from you Kaseem. You not even this type of nigga. But the effort and thought you put into today for me, you’ve made me so damn happy.”
"Well then I’ve done my job. I know what type of man I was, and I also know who I wanna be for you.
I grew up watching the hardest man in the world be soft for my moms and I never understood how he could be two totally different people, until I met you.
I wanna be feared in the streets, and loved when I come home.
” I said. “You’ve been making that shit easy. ”
She was quiet for a moment, and then she asked me something that I wasn't expecting.
"What made you start being nice to me?" she asked, and there was genuine curiosity in her voice. "Because when we first met, you were mean as hell, Kaseem. Like, legitimately mean. And now you're... this."
I took a breath. This was one of those moments where I could lie or I could be real. I chose real.
"First thing you need to understand," I said, leaning against the railing next to her, "is I ain't no nice ass nigga.
I got my guard up with everybody. All the time.
That's how I survive in this world. You can't show weakness when you running an empire and dealing with the kind of people I deal with. "
She didn't interrupt. Just listened.
"But I watched you," I continued. "From the jump, I started paying attention to the kind of person you actually were when you thought nobody was looking.
You wasn't trying to play games. You wasn't trying to manipulate me.
You was just... real. And honest. And you cared about people even when they didn't deserve it. "
I turned to face her fully.
"Then that night happened. The night you waited up for me," I said, and I could see her remember it.
"After you gave me that information on that nigga.
You could have gone to bed. Could have said fuck it and let me handle my business alone.
But you didn't. You stayed up because you wanted to make sure I was straight, that I made it home alive and in one piece. That I was good."
I paused, letting that sink in.
"That's when I knew I couldn't keep treating you the way I had been," I said. "Because you was showing me something I ain't never had before. You was showing me that you gave a fuck about me. Actually gave a fuck. Not about what I could do for you or how much money I got. Just about me."
Her eyes were getting glossy.
"The feelings I got around you," I continued, my voice dropping lower, "I ain't never felt them for nobody else.
Not one time in my whole life. And that scared the shit out of me because I don't do feelings.
I don't do vulnerability. But with you, I couldn't help it. You know how many bitches laid in my bed and ain’t get fucked? None! Any woman I ever laid down with, it was strictly about sex. All you wanted was to listen to a nigga heartbeat. I knew then, you were different.”
She reached over and grabbed my hand.
"I'm gonna be straight up with you because that's what you deserve," I said.
"I ain't never gone this long without pussy.
That's facts. But I let my hoes go. I cut them loose and I cut them off because I respect you.
Because when I'm with you, I don't want nothing or nobody else. So if that meant waiting, that’s just what I had to do.”
She didn't say anything for a moment. Just squeezed my hand tighter.
Then she turned to face me fully and her whole energy shifted. There was something in her eyes that I'd never seen before. Power. Confidence. Ownership.
"Well," she said, her voice dropping to something low and intentional, "you don't have to worry about needing anybody else for sex ever again. Because I'm gonna give you the best and the nastiest sex you could ever want. And I’m gone do that shit for the rest of your life."
I felt my eyebrows raise. I wasn't expecting that level of confidence from her. It was sexy as hell.
A slight smile spread across my face.
"Show me," I said simply.
She didn't hesitate. She grabbed my hand and pulled me back inside the suite. When the balcony doors closed behind us, it was like the rest of the world disappeared. There was just her and me and the promise she just made.
She started walking backward toward the bedroom, her eyes locked on mine the whole time. Her hands came up to her dress and she started undoing it slow. Deliberate. Making me watch every second of it. I stopped her in her tracks and I unzipped her dress for her.
When she let that dress fall to the floor, I realized that this woman standing in front of me wasn't scared anymore. She wasn't unsure. She was claiming her space as my wife and she was about to show me exactly what that meant.
I walked toward her and for the first time in my life, I felt like somebody had complete control over me. And I was letting it happen.
I allowed Tatti to take my clothes off. I had already taken my jacket off. She unbuttoned my shirt and took her time with the buttons. She’d run her hand up and down my chest like she wanted to feel what was hers.
Then she made her way to my pants. Unbuckling my belt, then unfastening my pants.
I stepped out of them. She got to my drawls, and got on her knees in front of me.
She pulled them down and I stepped out of then too.
I looked down at her while she was face to face with my dick.
Admiring that muthafucka. I saw her damn near drool at the sight of my shit.
“Is it enough for you?” I asked her jokingly. Wanting to know if my shit was big enough for her. I knew that I was blessed, so I was really being sarcastic with the question. Her eyes grew wide. She swallowed hard before speaking.
“Is it enough? I’m scared that it might be too much.” She responded as if my question was crazy.
“Hell nah. I’m sure you can handle it. And you gone be a big girl about it too. Ain’t that right?” I asked as I looked down at her and rubbed her face. I rubbed my thumb across her lips and she put my thumb in her mouth and sucked my shit. This made my dick jump.
The sight of my dick jumping that close to her face, it made her take my thumb out her mouth and grip my dick with both her hands.
She put my dick in her mouth slow. She put it all the way in the back of her throat while sucking it, then slowly pulled it out and repeated that shit while twisting with her hands.
My toes was balled the fuck up tighter than Arthur fist on them memes.
I ain’t wanna sound like a bitch, but she was eating my dick the fuck up and I felt a muthafuckin moan tryna slip out.
I bit my bottom lip hard as hell. I gripped Tatti head and started fucking her mouth harder and faster.
Once I started to feel like she was in control, I had to switch that shit up.
I was hitting her tonsils, causing her to gag a little, but she never stopped.
Before I knew it, I was about to nut. At that exact moment, she tightened her jaws around my shit, causing me to grunt and moan loud as hell anyway while I came down her throat.
She knew what she was doing. I took my dick out her mouth and slapped it across her face lightly.
She smiled and licked her lip. I knew that she felt like she had one up on me.
She had no clue, she was about to be in for a long ass night.
“Get up on that bed and put yo ass in the air!” I demanded. She looked at me seductively and did what I asked.
She got in the bed on her knees. She was on the edge.
I walked over to her and rubbed and massaged both her ass cheeks.
I stuck one of my fingers in her pussy and that muthafucka came out so damn wet and creamy.
Sucking my dick had really gotten her pussy wet.
I licked my finger and savored her juices.
I’d gotten addicted to the way she tasted and eating her pussy.
Especially the fact that I’d been teasing her and not giving her the dick.
Tonight, I was gone give her what she’d been begging for.
I got on my knees and spread her ass cheeks.
Then I dove face first into her pussy. I had a grip on both her cheeks while I pulled her back into me.
I sucked on her clit, stuck my tongue in and out of it, spit on that pretty muthafucka and did everything I could to make her feel like she’d just made me feel.
Without even thinking on it, I went from eating her pussy to eating her ass.
And I mean I was tongue kissing that muthafucka.
The same shit I’d clown niggas for, I was here doing it to my wife on our wedding night. The crazy part is, I knew for a fact I was gone do it again.
Just like I’d never ate ass before, I knew this was Tatti first time having it done, so that made a nigga feel good. The way she jumped when my tongue first slid in, that let me know this wasn’t some shit she was accustomed to. After a few minutes, she’d gotten into it.
“Baby! I’m about to commmeeee!” She moaned out loud.
That’s when I stopped.
I stood up and she looked back at me like she wanted to cry that I had stopped. I placed my hand on her lower back, pushing her further down into the bed while I eased my dick inside of her. Immediately her walls tightened around my dick.
Her shit was wet as hell, and tight as fuck.
I had to brace myself. I was three strokes in when I felt her shaking and creaming all over my dick.
I looked down and the sight was beautiful.
She had wet a nigga dick up. This caused me to go harder.
I gave her long deep strokes, and a few minutes later, I had let off the biggest load inside of her.
That’s how you know the pussy good, when a nigga can’t even last ten minutes in it. I knew after tonight, with everything that I had planned for her, we’d be having our first child in the next nine months.
This shit ain’t feel real. This was my wife.
And we just consummated our marriage, and I planned on doing the shit again twenty more times tonight.
She rolled over on her back and leaned up, reaching for me.
She pulled me down on her and I kissed her lips.
While I was kissing her, her freaky ass was rubbing my dick against her clit, then she put it back in.
She wrapped her legs around my back while I kissed her lips, then sucked on her neck while I made love to her.
Slow and deliberate this time. Her shit felt so good, like she was made just for me.
The way she was tightening her walls around my dick while I was giving her long, slow strokes, I could tell she was trying to have my head all fucked up.
One thing I was sure of, I’d never play about Tattiana Carter. She was everything I didn’t know I needed. And she was mine.