Page 53 of When Love Takes Over
“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 therest 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.
