Chapter 4
"Cain, can you stop?" London squealed when he came from behind and kissed her neck. "The kids are on their way, and I need to finish up dinner."
"Kids?"
He smacked his lips. Their children, Cairo and Gianna, were young adults with more money than he and his wife had collectively. From the day she learned she'd conceived, Cain had opened several bank accounts for his children.
Generational wealth was a must, especially after he'd left a life of illegal activities behind once God spared his life.
When he was shot, London worked at the hospital and was the one who'd helped nurse him back to good health.
He was nineteen, and she'd just started as a certified nursing assistant.
Together, they'd taken the money he had and started their trucking company as he put his former life of crime-ridden activities behind him.
"That nigga Swift is as tall and big as I am, and Gia ain't too far behind you."
"That doesn't mean we can fuck anywhere in the house, Cain." She playfully pouted when he spun her around with a lifted brow.
"Says who? Gia is managing the new fleet of vehicles for our rideshare shit, and Swift better have his ass prepared to get on the road. He chose to do that over college, but I'm proud of my boy. He's doing a hell of a job."
"He had a choice, though. Sometimes I feel… I don't know."
She sighed, her heart heavy, as her son walked away from college football to run the family business. He could have easily been the next Heisman Trophy winner had he remained in school. It was shortly after her diagnosis of breast cancer.
"Don't," he warned her. "Swift is the man we raised him to be, Lo. His stepping up allowed me to care for you while he did what the family needed him to do. He knew the business in and out already, especially since he helped me with the business plan over the years."
Since Swift was old enough to sit in his father's office, he'd listened in on calls as he made deals.
Swift was naturally attentive, a listener who not only watched body language but also learned how powerful confidence could be, especially when transacting business.
It was why he was such a threat on the football field, and now as a family businessman.
All he needed was a wife to love and settle down with, if his mother had her way.
"He's something else, isn't he?"
"Shit, both of our children, but that doesn't mean I have to share my damn wife, Lo. You chose to cook and feed his big ass each night, not me. And that nigga sent flowers… again."
"He did?"
Cain growled when she playfully smacked his arm. "He thought I didn't know it was him. Besides, any nigga sending Mrs. Brighton flowers other than me or my son wants to be on the cover of an obituary and have old ladies fanning bitches in front of him in a casket."
"Please." She swatted at him. "No one wants me like that but you."
"See, that's where you're wrong, Mrs. Brighton.
" Cain gazed down at her, taking her voluptuous curves underneath her satin robe.
He spun her around and hissed at the sight of her plump, round derriere.
"You just don't know what the fuck you do to me, and your ass is smart too.
That's why Swift's ass ain't married. They don't make them like you anymore, baby. "
"No, he's not married because these young girls don't require more from him.
All I know is that he'd better not bring us any illegitimate grandchildren.
I'd still love my grandbabies, but after all the years I spent running their fast asses out of my laundry room or the garage with no pregnancy scares, I'll kill him if he tries me.
Don't get me started on hiding in trunks of cars. Since when was that okay?"
"When we made a little nigga that looks as good as his daddy."
London giggled when he snaked his tongue in her ear, his hand slipping inside her satin robe. His loins hardened, pressed against her back. He dipped just enough so that her scent wafted underneath his nose. No matter how often she gave up the pussy, he never grew tired of being inside of his wife.
If she weren't so headstrong and focused, she would have finally secured her nursing degree and pushed out three or four more of his children. One thing Cain had learned about London Brighton was that she was one of a kind. He could never get enough of her, and he didn't want to.
"Cain, baby," she hissed as his greedy fingers found her lower lips, parting them and rubbing her swollen clit. She was slick to the touch, her essence, coupled with the shea butter scent, dancing in the air.
"Wait." She gripped the island, holding on to the edge when he lowered down to his knees and dragged her panties down to her ankles.
"Step out of them, Lo, and hurry the fuck up."
Cain's awaiting mouth couldn't wait to taste her as he eagerly palmed and then smacked her right ass cheek.
Her smooth, rich, caramel skin tinged red where his handprint emerged as she glared at him.
He smiled, but it was short-lived when he fished his heavy dick out of his boxers, and her jaw lowered in anticipation of choking on it.
"Damn," she whispered, then closed her eyes.
"It's your fault you're playing. You'll get this dick when I get what I want first," he declared, then slid it back in his sweatpants with a grin.
When London stepped out of her G-strings, he wasted no time marking his territory, his teeth pricking her ass. He spread her lower globes before two fingers lodged inside of her canal, her body shuddering as he worked them in and out of her.
"Shit, Lo. You hear that?"
The sound of her secretions excited him, but the sight of her glistening lower lips excited him even more as her essence covered his digits.
"Cain?" she whimpered as he licked his fingers, then sank them deeper inside her tunnel, causing her walls to contract.
From the first time he had London completely naked in his hospital bedroom, he knew how to get her off by the mere plunge of his fingers, let alone his dick.
"Baby? I—"
"Shhhh." He wanted to hear his pussy talk as it leaked all over his fingers. "You're interrupting me."
London grunted when he smacked her left ass cheek. He felt her body tense, her eyes slit as she looked over her shoulder. He knew then she was growing antsy, needing him inside of her, but she had to wait. He needed his mouth full of her throbbing center.
"Let me eat this pussy first, baby." Cain spread her lower lips apart, then slowly glided his flattened tongue against her pussy before he gently sucked her swollen clitoris. "Fuck, Lo. Taste too fucking good."
She rolled her hips, taking a slow ride on his face to the point her essence covered his nose down to his chin. Cain inserted his tongue completely inside her sugary walls as he flicked her nub.
"C-Cain, baby. Fuck. I love your ass, nigga."
Tears rained down her face, her skin peppered with goosebumps as the laps of his tongue had her juicing enough nicely before he finished her off with the best dick she'd ever had.
"Fuck me… fuck me now."
He pulled away just enough and whispered, "Say please."
"P-Please!" He stood, then quickly shoved his sweatpants down before he dipped just enough to ease inside of her.
"Goddamn, Lo, don't move. Don't you fucking move."
London felt the pulsating of his dick inside of her as he grunted. Any time she made him wait longer than a day or two, he'd have to work twice as hard not to cum before he had his fill of her. Too bad for him, she wasn't playing fair when she slowly rode his length.
"Shit, woman." His teeth pierced his lower lip while he tightly gripped her waist. "The fuck are you doing?"
She giggled, casting a glare down as his curled toes.
If anyone could weaken her husband at the knees, she knew she could.
She also wanted the family she'd created to spend some time alone before they had to make their annual trip to Pellum for her father's birthday.
She loved her parents, even her annoying ass brothers, but what she loved even more was the man she called husband and father of her children.
"I'm already married, Lo. The fuck else you want from me?" He grunted as she bounced on his dick, her ass cheeks jiggling, which damn near had him in a trance. "I know… fuck."
Sweat poured down Cain's temples as his balls slapped underneath her pussy.
If he could climb inside her, he would. He couldn't believe they'd been married a little more than twenty years.
They had Cairo when they were nineteen and Gianna when they were twenty.
If asked, they didn't look a day over twenty-five, even though they both were pushing close to forty.
"Lo, baby." He felt her walls pulsating around his length. He could tell by the way her body trembled that she was close to exploding.
"Right there, Cain. Oh, baby, I love you!" she screamed. Within seconds, his warm seed spilled forcefully inside her walls as they came together.
He applied gentle pecks up her spine until his lips landed against the shell of her ear.
"Thank you for this good pussy, baby. Same good ass pussy that got me two spoiled ass little niggas that you refuse to let live their lives." She sniggled, and he growled before he steadied her feet on the floor as he dislodged his dick. "Have my dick on a timer."
"I do not but do you ever not want to be intimate?" she asked, and he smirked.
"Naw, that's for niggas that didn't choose right. I chose right. It's past the grave and the sky for us, Mrs. Brighton. If I'm dead, you better hop your ass in the casket with me."
Crazily, Cain didn't crack a smile either. He meant exactly what he said. He didn't want anyone else to have her in their current life or any life where he didn't exist. It's why when she was diagnosed with breast cancer, he dropped everything and attended to his wife.