Page 72 of When Love Takes Over
His brows narrowed. “Should I be jealous or worried?”
“About what?”
“That old man stealing my woman.”
I laughed. “You’re funny.”
“I’m serious.”
“I’m sure you are, but am I really yours, though?”
“You play all damn day, but that pussy knows who she belongs to.”
I smacked my lips, but didn’t respond because my pussy had surrendered to him the moment he caught me trying to sneak out the back stairwell.
“That’s what I thought.”
“Whatever. Do you have any requests for the party?”
He shook his head. “That’s all you, baby. Whatever you and my mother decide is cool with me.”
“Okay. About the resignation letter . . .”
“Come shower with me.”
He was seated on the edge of the bed and stood, extending his hand toward me.
“I already showered.”
“I know, but I wanna shower with my wife.”
I grabbed the hem of my hoodie, lifting it over my head, letting it fall to the floor and expose my naked breasts. When I pushed my leggings down and over my hips, I had my eyes on Kenzo and noticed him lick his lips. I stepped out of them and slowly walked toward him.
As soon as I was close enough for him to touch me, he grabbed the front of my neck and pulled me even closer. He pressed his lips against mine, and I opened my mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue inside.
Our kiss became intense, and I grabbed the waistband of his pants to unfasten them. I slipped my hand into his pants and caressed his growing erection.
He didn’t let me play with him for long before he wrapped his hand around my wrist, stopping me from further arousing him. We continued to kiss as we worked together, getting him out of his clothes.
Once he was naked, he cupped his hands under my ass cheeks to lift me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as we hungrily made out like two horny teenagers.
His dick rubbed against my center, summoning my juices to create a slippery surface between us. He walked us to the bathroom, pressed the button to start the shower, and pinned me against the wall as soon as he stepped inside.
He tore his mouth from mine, and his tongue traveled the length of my neck to the top of my chest. When his tongue brushed over my nipple, my body shivered. My head fell back against the wall, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as he pushed my breasts together and alternated rubbing his tongue over each.
“I’m so fucking wet for you right now,” I whispered.
“You ready for this dick?”
“You never have to ask.”
He bent his knees while lifting me just enough for the head of his dick to meet my center. Although it was a snug fit, it slipped inside of me with ease.
“Mmm. It feels good when you stretch me wide. So . . . fucking . . . good.”
“You keep talking to me like that, I’m gon’ put a baby in you tonight.”
His attempt to impregnate me would fail, but practice made perfect, and I didn’t mind being his test dummy. He stroked me deep, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but always deep, unintentionally rearranging my insides, then knocking them back into place.
