13. Repossesed
Thirteen
Repossesed
brICK
Istartled myself awake the next morning—body still pressed into Destiny's with my dick hard as fuck.
Was this shit real?
Did I really get married yesterday?
Did I like the woman I married and spend our whole wedding night eating her pussy?
My dick twitched with a not-so-gentle reminder that I did…
and didn't get any release. Just the thought of her gasping and moaning while I ate that pretty pussy off the bone had me bricked up even more.
I tried my best to stay still out of fear that my shit would snap off from being so hard.
Naturally, my wife decided that was the moment she wanted to start moving, wiggling herself awake as I laid there suffering.
“Good morning,” I mumbled, grabbing her by her waist to pull her in. Erection be damned, nothing was gonna stop me from holding her. She froze for a second, taking a moment to process her surroundings before relaxing into my arms.
“Good morning, husband.” Her giggling made a nigga feel warm inside as she snuggled even closer to me. “Oh my God, Brick… We’re married.”
“We are. How does it feel to be Mrs. West?” I asked, bringing her hand to my lips and kissing each finger. If my brothers could see me, I would never live this sweet shit down, but she brought it out of me.
“I don’t know yet. Ask me in a month… What are we supposed to do now?” We spent so much of our time focusing on the wedding, so I was glad that we were able to breathe. I wanted to enjoy my wife as much as I could.
“I can think of a few things,” I said, making sure she felt exactly what I meant.
I was gonna give her time to get adjusted, but my dick was so eager to be inside of her that he responded every time she spoke.
I had never had a woman have a hold on me like that, but I didn’t mind being her prisoner one bit.
I rolled her over to her back and had my face between her legs before she could protest. I wasn’t gonna fuck her yet, but if she thought I wasn’t making her a meal every chance I got, she was wrong.
“Brick… O-Oh God!” she screamed out as I immediately went in for the kill, taking her swollen clit into my mouth and sucking it gently. Her pussy was already wet and warm for me, and I did my best to break her, loving when I was able to push her to the edge enough to talk dirty to me.
“Ooh, shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck! Oh God!” I smiled to myself as I dove back into the prettiest breakfast I ever had. She talked so much shit about my mouth—who knew that same mouth was all it took to have her cussin’ damn near as bad as me.
I immediately slid two fingers into her, working them in and out of her as I eased up the pressure on her clit.
I knew she wouldn’t make it too much longer, and I wanted to make it last as long as possible before she tried to kick me off her.
I looked up at her and felt like the luckiest nigga in Sleighton as she reached down and held the back of my head, pushing my face in deeper with her greedy ass.
Des was quickly making a nigga remember why he loved eating pussy.
Though I would never admit it, I was glad I found someone who made me want to get lost between her legs every morning, noon, and night.
“Tell me what you want?” I asked as I paused, lips still rubbing over her clit as I spoke. Before she could answer, I went in with the suction, knowing exactly how to get what I wanted out of her.
“I want you to make me—oh shit, Brick! I’m about to cum!
” My dick jumped and I almost came my damn self when she clamped her thighs around my head, back arched as her pussy trembled and creamed all over my face and fingers.
She was such a good fucking girl and had no idea what kind of power she had between her soft ass thighs.
“Whew,” she huffed, eyes low. “That’s one way to say good morning.”
“I’m apologizing,” I placed a kiss to her bellybutton before laying my head there and letting the rise and fall of her breathing calm me. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to whisk you away to an island or some shit, but I promise to make up for it as soon as I can.”
Since I had no idea about a wedding six weeks ago, and three weeks ago, I had no idea that I’d even want to be laid up on vacation with this woman, we didn’t have a honeymoon planned. There were a few things on the business side that had to be handled before I could even consider leaving town.
“It’s okay,” she said, raising her head to face me as she continued rubbing the back of my head absentmindedly. “I’m just happy to be here with you.”
“Nah, it ain’t. You deserve the full experience, and I’m gonna make it right. For now though, what are some things you wanna do that I can make happen for you in town? I’m free today and tomorrow, so we can do whatever you want.”
“Anything? she asked bashfully.
“Aye,” I fussed, scooting up enough to grab her chin and pulling her face to mine. “I’m your fuckin’ husband, right?”
“Yes.” She nodded.
“Don’t be afraid to ask me for shit. If it comes across your mind, I wanna hear it.” I had never considered myself the type of nigga to trick off on women, but from the moment Destiny accepted my ring, she became a part of my family. My people would never have to want for shit.
“Okay.” She gave me a sweet smile “Can we go to The Butterfly Garden downtown? I see people taking the cutest pictures down there. Then, maybe lunch?”
“That’s it?” I frowned at her being all scared to ask me to go see some cheap ass bugs. “I thought you were about to have me blowing a bag. Whatever you want, Peep.”
That was a fucking mistake.
Butterflies must eat niggas or something because the way they ran us down was something straight out of a horror movie. The outing lasted exactly six minutes, and we couldn’t even get any good pictures together because of all the screaming and running.
“Brick, I can’t believe you showed out like that!” Destiny laughed so damn hard that she was barely on her feet. I mugged her and looked off because my terror should not have been such a source of entertainment. That shit wasn’t Christ-like at all.
“They attacked me!” I argued. I knew in my heart that besides my deranged ass mama, nobody walking this earth could put fear in me because everybody bled the same way I did. But how the fuck was a nigga supposed to defend himself against a swarm of brightly colored, winged insects?
Destiny was now focused on her phone, watching a video that had me looking like a complete and utter fool.
I took the moment to admire her in the sunlight.
Her hair was still straightened from the wedding, and she had on her little one piece yellow joint.
I licked my lips as my eyes ran over her thighs and imagined them pressed against my ears again.
Then her ass started laughing at the video and completely ruined my fantasy.
“Delete that shit!” I urged, trying to reach around and grab the phone from her.
“Absolutely not!”
“Peep, I swear to God, if that shit ever get leaked, that’s yo’ ass!
You already out here fuckin’ up my street cred.
Niggas would never respect me if they saw me out here foolin’ like this!
” I frowned and looked off with my arms crossed.
I was feelin’ like slappin’ the fuck out a nigga just to get my stock back up.
“I’m sorry, baby,” she cooed, pulling my face back to her and kissing me. “I just wanted us to have fun. I didn’t know that you were afraid of butterflies.” She broke out giggling again when the video hit the point where I hollered loud as fuck and took off running for the door of the sanctuary.
“I can’t fuckin’ stand you,” I grumbled, grabbing her by her waist so we could get the fuck away from that embarrassment. The restaurant that she wanted to hit up was within walking distance, so we headed straight over.
We were seated quickly and she was looking at the menu, but I was more preoccupied with sucking on her neck.
“Babe, stop! I’m trying to focus!” She laughed and tried to push me away, but I continued to try my best to devour her like there wasn’t a vast assortment of food available. If she didn’t want to be eaten alive, she shouldn’t have smelled so fuckin’ tasty.
“I don’t care about none of that shit, Peep. Move your damn hands out the way.”
“B-Brick?” I reluctantly pulled away from her to see Mina standing in front of us looking devastated.
Good.
Des cleared her throat and looked back at me accusingly.
“You sure you wanna do this again, Mina?” I asked, threatening her entire existence with one brow raise. Her lips snapped shut as she immediately turned and scurried off. Des turned back to me with a confused expression on her face.
“That was weird, right?” she asked, looking back and forth from me to the door that Mina had just disappeared from. “Did she look… different to you?”
“Nah,” I answered quickly, looking off. I really didn’t feel like getting into it with her ass over Mina the day after our fucking wedding and hoped she would let it go.
“She definitely did!” She kept at it with her persistent ass.
“Maybe she got a new wig or some shit,” I mumbled with a shrug.
“No, that’s not it,” she said, really pondering on it for a minute. “Her butt looks smaller. That’s it!”
“Fuck,” I mumbled, deciding honesty was the best policy. “So, when she was still in her contract with me. She came to me and said she wanted her body done. We were cool, so I went ahead and financed it. Since she violated the terms… She uh… had to get it removed,” I said sheepishly.
“What?” she asked, turning to stare me in my face. “So, you sayin’ you repossessed her… ass?” She was so stunned that her mouth hung wide open.
“She had a choice, she put her house up for collateral. I guess she was smarter than I thought she was.”
“I’m almost positive that it took more money to reverse that, than it did to just let it go,” she murmured like she was adding it up in her head.
“It’s the principle. I’m willing to spend a lil’ more to prove a point.”
“So, you repossessed that lady’s cakes because she broke your stupid contract?” Her nostrils flared and I could tell she was two seconds away from sending me to go give it back.
“I enforced the terms of her contract because she disrespected you. I needed to make it clear to any woman I ever dealt with that coming at you because of my bullshit wouldn’t be tolerated,” I said seriously.
The closer we got to the wedding, the more emotional, regretful, and downright nutty my inbox got.
I knew right then that I had to make an example so none of these bitches ever thought they could play with Peep.
“Well, that’s… almost romantic.”
“You the one that told me that I needed to make it clear to these women that walking up on you was unacceptable. She acted out first, so she got made the example. Now every time she step out, she’s a walking reminder of why nobody in this city will try that shit again.
I already told you, baby—I can’t give you all that romantic shit, but respect is a must,” I promised.
“I don’t know, the dates, the prenup, doing the butterflies with me even though you were obviously sca—” Her words died on her tongue as I shot her a death glare.
“Sorry… I’m just saying. You’re doing better than any other man I’ve dated, and definitely my best husband to date.
” I kissed her adorable ass face and rolled my eyes.
“You only had one nigga before me, and I better be your only husband, nigga! Now figure out what you want to eat, so I can feed you.”
We ended up having a dope ass lunch, but on the way back, I got a call that something urgent needed to be taken care of at the club.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, hurriedly kissing her before hopping out the truck. I rushed in, finding my daytime manager, Brian. He gave me a rundown of the problem with the cash dispensers. Luckily, that was a quick fix, and I was able to reset the code myself to get them up and running again.
Once I finished, I went back to the truck, scratching my head when I noticed Destiny was no longer in the passenger seat.