Chapter 12
“This is the wrong hotel,” Malyah whispered when we pulled up to Essence Suites.
“We’re in the right place,” I assured her.
“But all my things are—”
“Baby, don’t worry about that. I’ve taken care of everything.”
“But—”
“Malyah, chill out.”
I got out of the car and helped Malyah do the same. I’d checked into the Super Essence Suite last night because I didn’t want to risk leaving the house in my tuxedo and running into my parents or grandfather this morning.
Since I’d already checked in, I was able to have everything set up for this afternoon. I also paid a few of the housekeepers at the hotel where Malyah had been staying to pack up her things and deliver them here.
“Fine. I’ll chill, but if this is where we’ll be staying this weekend, I don’t want you wasting your money on the other room.”
“You worry too much. I got everything under control.”
She didn’t say anything else until we entered our room.
“Oh my God, Kenzo. This is so . . . romantic. No one has ever done anything like this for me before. When did you have time?”
“I’m glad to be your first, and you ask way too many questions. We just got married, and I wanted to do something special for my wife, so I made it happen.”
“Shit. I’m really somebody’s wife. Damn.”
“Not just somebody’s wife, . . . my wife.”
We hadn’t moved away from the door, and she turned to face me, wearing a wide smile.
“I am Mrs. Kenzo Goode III. That’s crazy.”
I grabbed her waist and pulled her body into mine, then pressed my forehead against hers.
“You want to know what’s crazy?”
“Tell me.”
I took her hand and rubbed it across my dick before saying, “My dick has been hard since I saw you walking toward me in the courthouse.”
“Oh, I—”
I covered her mouth with mine, and she melted against my body. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and as each second passed, our kiss intensified.
I’d planned to wine and dine her before consummating our union, but I couldn’t wait much longer to have her. Based on the way she moaned into my mouth, she felt the same.
When her hands dropped from my shoulders to fumble with the waistband of my pants, I grabbed her wrists. One thing I couldn’t handle right now was her soft hands rubbing my dick. I’d probably nut as soon as she made contact.
“Hold on, baby.”
I picked her up bridal style and headed to the bed. After gently placing her on the edge, I got on my knees, pushing her dress up and out of the way, and putting her legs on my shoulders. When I reached underneath and felt nothing but her bare pussy, I groaned.
“No panties?”
“I didn’t think I needed them.”
Her response caused me to smirk.
“Did I marry an undercover freak?”
Before she could respond, my face was buried between her thighs. My tongue brushed over her slick center, causing her body to tense momentarily before she opened her legs wider.
It hadn’t been long since I first had the pleasure of tasting her sweetness, but it felt like I’d been waiting my whole life to do it again. I didn’t think it was possible for her to taste better than the last time, but she did.
I sucked on her clit before flicking my tongue over it, then slid my tongue between her folds until I reached her pussy hole while pressing my thumb against her clit.
“Kenzo, shit!” she screamed, palming the back of my head.
She pressed her center into my face, and I relished every second my mouth was connected to her pussy. Her moans and screams became louder, and I should’ve been prepared for the shower I received seconds later.
“Fuck! I’m cummin’!” she shouted as her body convulsed, and she tried to push me away.
I tightened my arms around her upper thighs to hold her in place because I wanted every ounce of her goodness spraying from her pussy in my mouth.
When she stopped fighting, I lifted my head to look at her. The skirt from her wedding dress engulfed her, and she held a radiant glow from her orgasm. Her chest heaved up and down as she tried to catch her breath.
I stood, removed my suit jacket and vest, and unbuttoned my pants. She opened her eyes and watched as I pulled my dick out and stroked it.
“I envisioned something very different for our first time, but feeling your pussy wrapped around my dick while still wearing your wedding dress suddenly sounds like the perfect way to consummate our marriage.”
She gave me a lazy smile before responding.
“I’ve been on my best behavior, trying to be a good girl, and it’s exhausting. Can I be a bad girl now?”
I raised my brow because what she’d said was unexpected.
“If my wife wants to be a bad girl, who am I to stop her?”
She kicked off her heels and moved back, putting her feet on the edge of the bed and opening her legs wide enough for me to see evidence of her orgasm. It looked so good, I was tempted to taste it again, but my dick and Malyah said otherwise.
“I’m ready,” she said in a low and sultry voice, which caused my dick to jerk.
While still dressed in the rest of my suit, with my dick exposed and standing at attention, I climbed between her legs. Our eyes connected as the head of my dick neared her entrance.
“You sure you ready for this dick, baby?”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
My lips crashed against hers, and as my tongue entered her mouth, my dick entered her womb. Malyah’s pussy was soaking wet yet still gripped my dick perfectly.
Immediately, I knew something was different. It could’ve been that I was entering her unsheathed, something I’d never done with another woman, or maybe it felt different because she was my wife.
Had my mouth not been otherwise occupied, kissing her with the kind of passion I’d only experience with her, I would’ve been crying out like a little bitch. My strokes were intentional, as I pressed deep inside her, almost pulled out completely, then slowly went back in for more.
“Kenzo, baby,” she whispered against my mouth.
It was the first time she’d use a term of endearment, and the shit did something to me. I lifted my head just enough to see her face and observed her love faces.
“Talk to me, Lyah.”
“My God! You feel so good.”
“You like how this dick makes you feel?”
She nodded, but I wanted to hear her say it.
“Tell me how much you like this dick.”
She opened her eyes and stared into mine before saying, “It’s so good, I might just fall in love.”
Her words were music to my ears and put a fucking battery in my back. I tucked my arms under her thighs, dug my knees into the bed, and went to work.
My strokes quickened, but my dick continued to reach the depths of her soul. Her soft cries and moans turned into loud screams and deep groans. With each stroke, her pussy became wetter, and I had to work overtime not to fill her with my seeds.
“Shit, Kenzo! Baby, damn!”
The moment she exploded, I threw in the towel and released what felt like a gallon of semen into her womb. I groaned, growled, and grunted until my nut sack was empty, collapsing on top of her, praying I wasn’t too heavy because I needed a damn minute.
If someone saw us now, they wouldn’t believe we’d gotten married a few hours ago. After the first time we had sex, we finally took off our clothes, which were now in a pile on the floor somewhere, and had sex twice more.
I couldn’t get enough of Malyah’s pussy, and she appeared to be obsessed with my dick. We had two more days of uninterrupted time together, and I was sure that wouldn’t be enough.
We were finally eating the meal that was waiting for us. Instead of having it at the table by candlelight, we were naked in bed. Thus far, nothing had gone as I’d planned, but I was cool with it, and it seemed Malyah was too.
“This steak was cooked to perfection,” she said before slipping a piece she’d cut into her mouth.
“I agree.”
“I bet it was expensive. I don’t have steak often, and when I do, it’s the lowest grade because it’s what I can afford. This is literally melting in my mouth.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
“Maybe I’m just hungry, because these garlic mashed potatoes are almost as good as the ones I make.”
“Almost. Baby, this food is from a five-star restaurant. Do you mean to tell me your potatoes are better than these?”
“Why are you so shocked? Baking is my passion, but your girl can burn in the kitchen. Okay?”
“My wife.”
“Your wife, what?”
“My wife can burn in the kitchen,” I said, correcting her.
“Oh. It may take a while to get used to using our titles.”
“That’s okay because I don’t have a problem reminding you.”
“I’m sure you don’t. So, what else did you plan for us?” she asked as she devoured a zucchini blossom.
“Honestly, nothing but sex, sex, and more sex.”
She gasped, reaching across the tray that was between us, holding our food, and playfully punching my shoulder.
“Kenzo, be serious.”
“Baby, I’m serious as hell. It’s been hell this week waking up with you on my mind and my dick fully erect. I couldn’t think of anything else but feeling your pussy.”
“Wow. This was all about sex for you?”
“You know that’s not true, but I can’t lie and say that dining on the delight between your thighs again and finally feeling your pussy wrapped around my dick hasn’t been heavy on my mind.”
“Whatever.”
“Don’t act like you ain’t been craving my dick. Did you or did you not say, and I quote, ‘I’ve been on my best behavior, trying to be a good girl, and it’s exhausting. Can I be a bad girl now?’”
“I didn’t say that,” she lied with a smile.
“You definitely said that shit, baby. You want me to play the recording?”
Her eyes widened as she gasped.
“Kenzo! You recorded us?”
It took me a moment to respond because I was laughing too hard. I thought it was hilarious that she actually believed I recorded us.
“I’m playing with you, baby. No, I would never record you, unless you’re into that kinda shit.”
“That depends on what you plan to do with the recording.”
“Word?”
“Hell no! Are you crazy?”
“Damn. You got me excited for nothing.”
“Whatever, Kenzo. What else do you have planned today?”
“Quality time with my wife is the only thing on my mind.”
“That’s sweet. You’re really taking this seriously, huh?”
“Here you go with that shit again. I thought we agreed that you would change your mindset.”
“My bad. Mindset changed. Pretend I didn’t say that. When are we telling your family?”
“Sunday breakfast.”
“That soon?” she questioned.
“I can’t and won’t keep you hidden in my apartment, so the sooner the better, baby.”
“Oh, I, umm . . .”
“It’ll be fine. We’re married now. That’s what they wanted, so there’s not much they can say or do.”
“How much are we telling them about how this happened?”
“My family is well aware of the pressure they put on me to find a wife before my birthday, so there’s no reason to lie, but we don’t need to go into details about your previous situation.”
“Thank you, Kenzo. It’s embarrassing. Is there anything I need to know about them that would help this introduction go smoothly?”
“Nothing I can think of that I haven’t told you already, but if you can convince my mother you’re in love with me, she might not give you as much of a hard time.”
“In love?” she pondered with a sigh. “I’ll do my best.”
“Think about what this dick do if you need a reminder.”
Her nipples, which had been staring me in the face while we ate, hardened at my words.
“Well, when you put it that way, it should be easy,” she responded as her eyes fell to my dick.
“Don’t look at my dick unless you plan to do something with it.”
Instead of responding with words, she scooted off the bed, picked up the tray, and placed it on the table. She downed the rest of her red wine, and when she turned around, her eyes went directly to my dick.
“Lay back,” she said as she sauntered toward the bed.
I did as she said, resting on my elbows so I could see her. My dick stood proudly, somewhat blocking my view, ready for whatever Malyah had in store.
I waited with anticipation as she crawled between my legs, not sure if I’d finally have the pleasure of feeling her mouth or if she would bless me with her pussy. I was cool with either.
When she licked her lips and leaned down toward my dick, he got excited and jerked, almost hitting her in the face. She grabbed the base, and a hiss slipped from my lips when her mouth covered the head.
The updo hairstyle she’d worn to the courthouse was long gone, and as her mouth engulfed my dick, her hair fell to the sides of her face. I gathered it with both hands, piled it on top of her head, and held it there so it wouldn’t get in the way.
Holding her hair also allowed me to control her pacing so I wouldn’t fill her mouth with my seeds before I was ready to do so. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations her jaws provided.
“Suck that shit, baby. Let them tonsils feel it.”
Malyah showed up and out, giving me the best head I’d had in years. My toes curled as her mouth moved up and down my dick, providing the perfect amount of spit and suction.
“Get ready to swallow this nut, baby. I’m about to blow,” I warned.
She knocked my hand away from her head and picked up her speed. My nut shot into her mouth, and she caught as much as she could. What she couldn’t catch dripped onto her hands, making my dick more slippery and extra sensitive.
She continued to suck and stroke, and I was seconds away from screaming like a bitch. Before I let that happen, I pushed her away and rolled over. As I tried to catch my breath, I heard Malyah giggling behind me.
“Aye, that shit ain’t funny,” I said.
“It was funny when you had me screaming and squirming after pulling your dick out mid fuck and eating my pussy like a possessed man, but you don’t find this humorous?”
“I see you’re petty, but that’s cool. We got a lifetime to see who can be the pettiest in the bedroom. C’mere.”
“No. I’m not done with you yet, . . . husband.”