REASON
“Okay, Mr. St. Pierre. We’re all set for a three o’clock delivery with your order of three hundred red roses.”
“Thank you, Khésha.”
I ended the call with one of the best florists in Miami, who was now on my payroll. It was nothing to pay Khésha top dollar every month to keep a smile on Saje’s beautiful face.
My next call was to my jeweler, Ricardo. Whoever said diamonds were a girl’s best friend must have had Saje in mind because my lady loved diamonds, and I made sure to keep her body laced with the finest jewels money could buy.
“Hey, Boss,” Ricardo answered on the first ring.
“What’s good, Rick? The wife been having her eyes on an 18k yellow gold tennis bracelet.” Fuck the pleasantries; I got right down to business.
“I got the perfect bracelet for Mrs. St. Pierre. I guarantee she’ll love it!”
“Aight, charge the card on file.”
There was no need for me to see anything. Ricardo was a trusted jeweler, and all the jewelry he had provided so far was always top tier.
“You got it, Boss. I’ll have it ready for you by the end of the day.” I could hear him smiling through the phone.
“Nah, I need it by two o’clock.”
“Two o'clock it is,” he responded eagerly, knowing he was in for a big payday.
I chuckled. It was crazy how fast money talked. When I was broke, I could never make a request like this. A muthafucka would’ve straight up laughed in my face.
“I knew you’d make it happen. See you at two.”
I ended the call with Saje heavy on my mind.
The lengths I would go to for her were limitless.
The same things I did at the beginning of our relationship were the same things I continued to do years later, and they only got better as time went on and our money got longer.
Saje never had to ask for anything; I just did it.
My job was to be the best man, husband, friend, pleaser, provider, and protector my wife needed.
My father and John were prime examples of great husbands. I had learned from two of the greatest.
Now that my gifts for Saje were set up, it was time for me to get dressed and head to her.
I had been at my office since five this morning, going through paperwork, and all my work for the day was done.
Good thing I had a closet and bathroom built inside my office, so leaving to get ready wasn’t necessary.
I would make it to the other side of town in time to pick up Saje’s new bracelet. By the time her roses were delivered, I would be at the studio where she was filming.
Seeing her smile would be a great ending to my day. And getting a quickie in before my trip to L.A. would be even better.
“So, you can come to my office and put that pussy on me, but I can’t come to your job and lay the pipe?” I stared at Saje with nothing but dirty thoughts running through my mind.
I hoped her eyes would travel down to my print, and she would be able to see what her presence alone was doing to me.
She playfully rolled her eyes at me. “Baby, there’s a difference.”
“Explain.”
“I work for someone. You own a network. A huge difference, my love. Matter of fact, while we’re on the subject, we should consider having our own soap opera. It would be good for the network. I can be the star and the brains behind it.”
I smoothed out my beard, thinking about what Saje said. It wasn’t a bad idea.
“Give me that pussy, and we can discuss it when I get back from my trip.”
She giggled and ran the tip of her fingernails over the roses.
A smile graced her face. “Fuckin’ with you, I’ll be out of a job.”
“Fuckin’ with me, you don’t ever have to work another day in your life. Fuckin’ with me, we’ll have our own gangsta soap opera. Some shit people ain’t never seen on daytime television.”
Now she was laughing. “Sometimes I think you forget that you’re out of the hood. Those days are long gone, my rich, fine ass husband.”
“Millionaire or not, the hood gon’ always be in my blood, baby.”
“Mhmm, that I know, especially with this hood ass dick you have here.” Saje moved closer and gripped my dick. “I can’t resist you…” She massaged me passionately, her eyes glued to mine. “I guess giving my husband some pussy won’t hurt nobody,” Saje murmured with a sexy smile.
Then, she stood on her tippy toes and glided her wet tongue across my lips.
I eyed the robe that covered her. Easy access. All it took was one unraveling of her robe belt, and her naked body would be in my possession. I flipped her around and swiftly lifted the fabric. Then I slapped her thick ass and admired the ripples caused from my touch.
She instantly backed up, teasing me.
I couldn’t free my member fast enough.
After freeing myself, I slid the head up and down her slit, refraining from splitting her cheeks and ramming inside her.
Saje was impatient, though. She reached behind with both hands and did the honor of spreading herself for me.
My baby knew this shit drove me crazy. She knew it would make me stuff her pussy automatically.
When I saw the opening of her pink hole, my dick stood at attention.
That muthafucka was beautiful and gushy.
I needed to taste her. Eat her. Then fuck her.
While Saje thought she was getting dick, I lowered myself and positioned my face between her cheeks. She was still holding herself open. I clasped her clit between my lips, instantly causing her to release a throaty moan and arch her back.
I licked her from the roota to the toota, making sure not to let up. Saje’s sexual whimpers and the way she rotated her ass on my face made me flick my tongue faster. It felt like I was having a showdown with her pussy.
“Fuckkk, Reason! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
“Make her… cream… for me… baby!” I demanded between the licking and sucking.
She pulled her cheeks apart wider.
“Mmmhmmm, shiiit… I’ma make her cream for you, daddyyy…”
“Gimme that shit, Saje… drown me…”
I secured her bean between my lips and ate my wife the fuck up.
“Ahhhhh! It’s comin’, it’s comin’! Right there, Reason, right there! Don’t stop!”
Her ass bounced against my face.
Pussy slammed on my lips.
Her clit pulsed and swelled in my mouth.
“I’m cummin’, Reasonnn…”
As she orgasmed, I shifted and slid my tongue inside her, feeling her tighten around it.
Saje’s juices exited her tunnel, and I slurped it up as her body shook wildly. Nothing that came out of her went to waste.
Her breathing hadn’t settled when I stood, but I still entered, and her pussy claimed every inch the deeper I went.
Saje knew what time it was, and she never disappointed me. She threw that muthafucka back like she was a pornstar in one of them ghetto, homemade pornos. My wife’s pussy snatched and pulled the nut right out of my dick.
“Gahdamn! This pussy is good!” I groaned as cum filled her up.
Once again, Saje’s body quivered uncontrollably.
All I had left in me was a few more strokes, and that seemed to be all she needed because soon, her juices were gushing out all over me, making a beautiful, creamy puddle. Our fluids mixed, and I hoped it resulted in us making a baby. That was the one thing we were missing in our lives.
“As much as I would love for you to fuck me again, I need to get cleaned up and prepare for my next scene.”
Saje snatched the pack of wipes off the table and pulled a few out. She was rushing to get herself situated, so I followed suit. As I lifted my pants off the floor, my hand grazed the box in my pocket, reminding me that I hadn’t given her the bracelet yet.
When I first got here, she was in the middle of filming a scene, so I slipped the jewelry box into my pocket and forgot about it.
My focus was on her and the man who played her husband on-screen.
They acted like they were in a real-life argument.
Shit looked real as fuck, and it only proved how great of an actress she was.
I stood on the sidelines admiring her skills, and when she was done, I cheered her on. She was a beast at this acting shit.
Saje’s face lit up when she snapped out of character and saw me standing there clapping, surrounded by her large bouquet of roses. A few of the women who were a part of the cast eyed her gift. I knew there were some haters in the bunch, too. It came with the territory.
“Reason, my love,” Saje called, pulling me away from my thoughts. “Did you not hear me? I gotta get out of here,” she repeated, slipping into a gold-colored gown. She stood with her back facing me, then motioned for me to help her zip the dress up.
“I heard you, but there’s one more thing I need to give you before I leave. I forgot to give it to you when I gave you the roses.”
She turned to face me, giving me a girlish grin.
I pulled out the box and passed it to her. Saje wasted no time popping it open. The glistening diamonds danced in her eyes.
“Babyyy!” she cooed, then leaned up and gave me a sloppy, wet kiss.
“Don’t start nothing you can’t finish,” I jested.
She gently patted my dick. “Shit, I might have to make them muthafuckas wait after receiving this gift. You just made me want to milk that dick one more time.”
Saje looked down at the bracelet again; a huge smile reappeared on her face.
As great as that sounded, I had an hour and a half left before boarding my private jet.
And I still had to make it through Miami traffic.
“Save that for when I return from L.A., Saje Baby. Then you can milk this muthafucka ’til it’s dry.”
I helped her put the bracelet on. We kissed, she wished me a safe flight, and we parted ways.