7. Toni Mensah
‘LoLux Estate
“Fuck, baby,” I moaned as I rocked my hips faster, ridin’ Kay’Lo’s dick in the driver’s seat while he kept one arm wrapped around me, holdin’ me so tight against his chest that I could feel every rough breath he took.
“Mmmhhmm…” he groaned against my skin while suckin’ my nipple, his chin brushin’ across my titty and sendin’ chills all over my body.
He pulled me down harder on him, meetin’ every roll of my hips with a deep thrust that made my toes curl against the leather seat.
Every time I thought he couldn’t sink any deeper in me, he did, and the low growls rumblin’ out his chest only made me rock my hips even harder, slammin’ my pussy on him.
After Kay’Lo and Renza pulled up to where me and ‘Nelle was at bein’ messy, I decided to mind my damn business and let them figure it out. ’Cause at the end of the day, I was tired of bein’ in the middle of they bullshit when they was gon’ end up right back under each other anyway.
Me and Kay’Lo was finally livin’ the life we used to lay awake prayin’ for. I wasn’t about to let nobody else’s drama come in and disturb the peace we fought so damn hard to build.
Once Kay’Lo beat his case, it was like we could finally breathe again. The weight we’d been carryin’ for years had disappeared, and for the first time in a long time, we wasn’t just survivin’. We was really enjoyin’ each other.
My man had always been one hell of a husband, but after everything we endured together, he loved me different. He paid attention to the lil’ shit. He cherished me different. He looked at me like losin’ me was never gon’ be an option again.
And the sex…
Lord, that shit was on a whole different level.
It wasn’t just about wantin’ each other no more.
It was damn near like we couldn’t get enough of each other.
Every kiss lasted longer. Every touch carried more hunger.
Every chance we got to be alone, this nigga had his hands on me, and I damn sure wasn’t complainin’ ‘cause I wanted him just as bad.
It was like every year we stayed married made us more obsessed with each other instead of less.
And the sex got more addictive the longer we stayed married.
At this point in our marriage, I was havin’ the best damn time with my husband, and a bitch wasn’t ashamed to admit it. Anytime My’Love wasn’t home, we turned our mansion into our own lil’ playground.
One minute I’d be in the kitchen tryna cook, and the next, Kay’Lo would be behind me with his hands all over my body, his lips draggin’ slow across my neck until I couldn’t remember what the hell I was supposed to be makin’.
Before I knew it, I’d be laid out across the island with my legs spread wide while he took his time lickin’ whipped cream, chocolate, or whatever the hell I was tryna make for dessert from my pussy.
By the time he got through with me, every pot on the stove would’ve been forgotten, ‘cause Kay’Lo always had a way of turnin’ my body into his own personal buffet.
Other times we’d end up outside by the pool after dark with the water glowin’ while music played low through the backyard.
Kay’Lo would be stretched out on one of the floats with a blunt in one hand and a cup of somethin’ brown in the other, lookin’ fine as hell while the water carried us wherever it wanted.
I’d be between his legs with my hair fallin’ over my shoulders while I teased and licked all over his dick, lettin’ the float drift from one end of the pool to the other
Every now and then he’d take a slow pull from his blunt before reachin’ down to brush his fingers through my hair, smirkin’ at me like he knew he had my ass trained up good.
We never rushed nothin’. We just let the music, the water, and the moment carry us until we couldn’t tell where one end of the pool stopped and the other one started.
Then sometimes, we made love in our garden.
Kay’Lo had flowers planted damn near everywhere, and when they all bloomed together, it looked like somethin’ out of a dream. It was the way he would lay on top of me, fuckin’ me slow while my eyes rolled in the back of my damn head.
We ain’t care if we ended up rollin’ around on the roses, the peonies, or the soft petals that had already fell to the ground.
By the time we was done fuckin’ suckin’ and lovin’ on each other, flowers would be tangled in my hair, petals would be stuck to his ass, and we’d still just lay there together, unable to get enough.
But my favorite place was always the Red Room, ‘cause that’s where me and my husband took total control of each other.
There was no rules, no boundaries, and the room was made just for us where we could expose that part of ourselves that we never showed to our family.
Behind that locked door, we got to leave the world outside and become whoever the fuck we wanted to be with each other.
Every strap, every cuff, every chain, and every toy had its place ‘cause Kay’Lo ain’t just build the room for show.
It was built on trust, passion, and the kind of love that let us surrender every piece of ourselves without ever havin’ to explain it once that door opened back up.
Now, we had just left the club drunk and was so damn horny for each other, we couldn’t even make it inside the damn house.
I had been suckin’ Kay’Lo’s dick the whole ride home and as soon as he put the car in park, he pushed his seat all the way back and pulled me on top of him.
I’on really know how we did it but we both managed to get butt ass naked in the car.
The minute he pulled me on top of him, he got so deep inside me, a moan broke from my mouth.
"Yeah, put that gushy shit on me, Mommy," Kay'Lo grunted in my ear while he palmed my ass cheek, rubbin' slow circles over it as I rolled my pussy against him.
“Okay, baby," I cried as I bounced even harder ‘cause that shit felt too damn good.
My eyes was crossed, and I was so damn wet that it was all over the leather seats and my husband. His dick was so hard that I could feel every stroke of it all throughout me, makin' it damn impossible to slow down.
While we was fuckin’, my phone started buzzin’ in the cupholder, but I ignored it. I kept bouncin’ on my husband, tryna stay focused on him, but the damn thing just wouldn’t quit. It buzzed again... then again… and again.
After a few minutes, I finally felt like I couldn’t ignore it no more.
My’Love was with Kay’Lo’s parents, and as much as I wanted to stay right where I was, I needed to make sure everything was straight.
Still bouncin’ on Kay’Lo, I reached in the cupholder and grabbed my phone. Soon as I looked at the screen, I saw Sha’Nelle callin’.
“Fuck that phone,” Kay’Lo whispered before snatchin’ it out my hand and sinkin’ his teeth into the side of my neck.
I winced and then closed my eyes, lettin’ him pull me back in. But then my phone started ringin’ again, then again and again, breakin’ my concentration.
I knew ‘Nelle was with Renza and I knew both they asses was crazy, so somethin’ in me was tellin’ me to answer the phone just in case.
“Baby, wait,” I moaned.
Kay’Lo grabbed me by my throat and pushed his dick deeper inside me, makin’ me cry out.
“Nah,” he growled against my neck before draggin’ his tongue slow across my skin. “Let that muthafucka ring. Whoever the fuck that is can wait. Right now, yo’ ass belong to me.”
His lips traveled from my neck to my jaw before he sucked under my ear hard enough to make me shiver.
“Quit thinkin’ ‘bout everybody else,” he muttered, brushin’ his lips against mine without kissin’ me. “Stay right here with me, baby.”
Kay’Lo was movin’ so fast and rough now that our bodies could be heard smackin’ into each other.
He kept liftin’ my body up and down harder with my titties slidin’ across his chest while he buried his face against my neck, kissin’, bitin’, and lickin’ on me like he was determined to steal every bit of my attention.
At the same time, my phone was still buzzin’.
Finally, I paused and pressed my palm flat against Kay’Lo’s chest. The way he looked at me told me he was losin’ his patience.
His eyes was low and hungry and locked on mine like he already knew I wasn’t about to tell him no.
His jaw stayed tight while his eyes stayed on mine.
It was the same look he gave me whenever he knew he had to take complete control over me, and before I even realized what I was doin’, my hips started rockin’ against him slow all over again.
He gripped my hips and bit his bottom lip, still starin’ in my eyes. “Fuck whoever callin’ baby.”
As bad as I wanted to ignore it, I couldn’t.
My cousin had called me way too many damn times, and at this point, the shit wasn’t feelin’ like somebody just bein’ extra. It was startin’ to feel like somethin’ had really happened.
I reached back into the cupholder and grabbed my phone.
“It’s ‘Nelle,” I said, lookin’ at Kay’Lo while I tried to catch my breath. “She done called me eleven times already, and she with Renza.”
He searched my face for a second, then let out a sigh and rubbed his hand over his face. I guess he could tell by my expression that I wasn’t about to let another call go to voicemail.
I pushed my hair back behind my shoulders, unlocked my phone, and called her right back. She answered before the first ring could finish.
“Hey, bitch. You good?” I asked, doin’ my best to keep my voice calm.
“…No,” she replied, sniffin’ like she had been cryin’.
The way she said it made every nerve in my body wake up.
“Where you at?” I asked, straightenin’ up. “Where Renza?”
She sniffed hard again before answerin’. “Bitch… we outside the gate.”
I frowned and looked over at Kay’Lo.
“What gate?”
“You and ‘Lo’s. Me and this nigga done got into it, and I caught an Uber over here. His crazy ass followed me all the way, and the driver still sittin’ here. I can’t even remember the damn gate code. Can you please let me in before I end up puttin’ this nigga head between these bars?”