Maniac #2
“What are we doing here?” she asked, looking up at the building that didn’t have a sign. A couple of the spaces have a for rent sign in the window. I led her over to one of the doors that have a huge red bow on it. “What’s this?”
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a set of keys that had a stack of books charm on it and handed it over to her. “I bought you yo’ own space. You can turn it into a library or bookstore. Whatever you wanna do with it.”
“Are you serious right now?” Her mouth damn near touched the ground.
“Yeah. Unlock it and check it out.” Her arms craned my neck, and she buried her face in my shirt. I wasn’t worried about the makeup getting on my shit. For one, she used that setting spray shit on her face when she did it and two, if it did, I ain’t really care.
“I can’t believe you did this.” When she peeled back, tears streamed her cheeks. I thumbed them away.
“You too pretty to be crying, but you deserve it.” Wren been holding me down ever since she stepped into my life. “I know shit ain’t easy being with a nigga like me and you put up with me with ease.” Hooking her chin, I pecked her on the corner of her lips. “I ’preciate you.”
“You just made a fifteen-thousand-dollar watch look like nothing.” She snickered.
“Gone check it out. It’s the gold key.”
She jiggled the keys ’til she found the gold key and stepped to the door.
I stood back while she unlocked it and pushed the door in.
I tried to pick the perfect spot for her.
Somewhere that was convenient for people to get to and safe.
Safety was my main concern for her. Though I wasn’t too worried about anyone fucking with her, especially since now she’s Mrs. Saint-Mercier.
There are several people in the city looking out for her and she don’t even know it.
I entered the building behind her and watched as she maneuvered it. The space was huge. When I was searching for somewhere for her, I was trying my best to make sure it was the perfect size for whatever she wanted to do with it.
“All the renovations, furniture, books, merchandise… whatever is on me.”
Wren stopped in the center of the floor and turned to me with moisture filled eyes. Everything makes this girl cry. She’s a huge water ball while being pregnant.
“I really can’t believe that you did this. I can’t thank you enough.” She strutted in my direction and grasped my hand. Swinging her arm, she gazed up at me. “You’re like a dream come true.”
This the first time anyone has ever called me a dream. A nightmare, maybe, but never a damn dream. Gripping her by the neck, I brought her lips to mine. Whether she knows it or not, she’s the dream, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to keep her in my reality.
After we locked up, I took her to the penthouse downtown.
I parked in the parking garage and used the elevator to take us up to the top floor.
Since I didn’t know much about decorating and shit because I didn’t really have a reason to, I had Solei come in and do the shit for me.
Once she was done, she FaceTimed me and showed me everything for my approval even though I trusted her instincts.
Soon as the doors opened, we were met with pink rose petals covering the floor.
Pink balloons drifted from the ceiling with pictures of Wren and I hanging from them.
The petals led toward the circular table with a white tablecloth on it sitting in the center of the floor next to the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the Montgomery night skyline.
Next to the table was a bottle of the finest champagne chilling on ice.
Candles twinkled all over the room from the windows to the table.
“Maniac…” Wren turned and looked at me. “This is beautiful.”
You can thank Solei for that.
“Thanks, I tried,” was my response.
Taking her by the hand, I led her over to the table and we took a seat. Grabbing the bottle of champagne, I popped it and poured both of us a glass. “I know that we could’ve done this at home, but I wanted to get you out the house for a bit. I’on want shit to get boring between us.”
Wren stared over at me from her seat. She nipped the corner of her lower lip and replied, “I don’t think things will ever get boring between us.”
Before I knew it, I felt a foot press against the crotch of my pants. Wren massaged my dick with her foot as the chef brought out our food. She was lucky as fuck this man was in here with us now or else I would’ve stripped her right here at this fucking table.
The chef placed the plates down in front of us and took a step back from the table. I stared down at the prime beef tenderloin with parmesan potato pave, asparagus with lemon butter and roasted carrots with honey glaze.
“Oh, this looks delicious,” Wren spoke and looked up at the chef. “Thank you.” He nodded at her.
“You can leave now,” I told him and picked up my fork.
He disappeared back into the kitchen ’til it was time for dessert—heart shaped macarons and chocolate covered strawberries. Something simple, yet I knew that Wren would love.
Once we were done with dinner, we found ourselves standing in front of the floor length windows. Wren in front of me with my arms wrapped around her waist as she stared out into the twinkling lights of the city.
“Tonight was perfect,” escaped her lips. Mine pressed against her bare shoulder.
“I know how to make it better,” I told her in between kisses. My dick is standing at attention, and I needed her to handle this shit. I knew I wasn’t gon’ make it much further into the night without entering her wet center.
“I feel it.” She giggled.
Releasing her, my fingertips grazed her shoulders and moved down her back to her zipper.
After I unzipped her dress, she shimmed out of it, displaying the white thongs she had on underneath.
My eyes zeroed in on her stomach. Every time I saw it, I still couldn’t believe that she was pregnant and carrying my baby.
“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” she said with a smirk.
Removing my phone from my pocket, I went to the camera and snapped a quick picture of her before putting it back into my pocket and undoing my shirt.
Her hands pressed against my abs and glided up to my chest. They didn’t stop ’til they reached my shoulders and brushed my shirt off.
It fell to the floor behind me. I undid my pants and pushed them down.
“Looks like someone missed me.” Her tongue swept her lips.
“You just don’t know.”
Turning her around, I pushed her toward the glass.
Her palms pressed against it. Wren’s naked body silhouetted against the pane, nipples pebbling from the chill and the thrill.
My breath tickled the side of her neck, and her breathing labored.
My hands roamed over her hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh.
Yanking her panties, they instantly ripped, and I tossed them to the floor.
I kicked her feet wider apart, spreading her stance. My dick stiff as a board, leaking precum, nudged between her thighs, sliding along her slick pussy lips. I’d been thinking of this moment all day long. There’s so much built-up tension inside me that I couldn’t wait to release in her.
Wren shivered, fogging the glass with her quick breaths. “Let them see you take this dick.” I gripped her waist and thrust forward, burying my dick inside her in one deep plunge.
“Mmmhmm,” she moaned, the sound echoing off the windows. Her pussy stretched around my dick. I pulled back slowly, the drag of my dick against her inner walls made her clench, then slammed in again, harder. The glass vibrated faintly with each impact, her body jolting forward.
Reaching around, I found her clit and gently massaged it to match my thrusts.
Wren’s nails scraped the window as pleasure built, her juices dripping down her thighs, coating my balls as they slapped against her.
My fingers mixed in with her mane, and I yanked her head back.
My tongue shoved deep into her mouth. Our tongues dueled messily while I fucked her brainless.
I ground deep, hitting her spot with every stroke.
“Fuck, you wet as shit.” Ever since she got pregnant, she was ten times wetter than before, and I’m not even certain if I can handle the water park at this point. The shit needed to come with a caution sign—dangerous when wet.
“Only for you,” she moaned back.
She pressed back against me, meeting my strokes, her ass cheeks rippling from the force. I sped up, cupping her breast. Her nipple pinned between my index and middle finger ’til she whimpered against my mouth.
“Fuuuuck! I’m cumming!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
“I’m cumming with you, babe,” I told her, releasing my seeds deep inside her.