Page 54 of When Love Takes Over
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 pushedher 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.”
“Where doyou want to go for our honeymoon?” Kenzo asked.
It was Saturday night, and after spending the past twenty-four hours getting to know each other in ways I didn’t think were possible, we were soaking in the Jacuzzi tub.
His back rested against one end, and I sat in front of him, between his legs, with my back against his chest. We’d been sitting in silence for about ten minutes, and I was minutes away from falling asleep.
“Honeymoon? I kinda thought that’s what this was.”
He chuckled, and his chest vibrated against my back.
“This is nothing near a honeymoon, baby. I want to take you away somewhere.”
“Okay.”
“Is there anywhere you’ve always wanted to go?”
I sighed. “Not really. My life has never afforded me lavish vacations, so I’ve never thought about where I’d want to go if it were possible. I don’t even have my passport.”
“I guess we’d better get started on the passport process as soon as we can, because it can take several weeks. Do you want to drink fruity drinks all day while lying in the sun on the beach, or do you want to hike through the mountains?”
“Those are two extremes, but I’d definitely rather get drunk on the beach.”
“Noted.”
Silence engulfed us for a while, allowing me to get lost in my thoughts for a moment. I wondered how Sunday breakfast would go. Although I’d met Kenzo II before, our interactions were minimal, and I was surprised he remembered me the other day.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked.
“What makes you think something is on my mind?”
“A wild guess. You care to share?”
“I was just thinking about how tomorrow might go. Do you think your parents will like me?”
“I’ve always thought my people were cool. My paternal grandparents, who startedSSG, were working-class until they were in their forties, so by the time they had a little money, my father was out of college. Both my parents grew up on the Southside of Chicago, and my mother’s parents had already passed away by the time she and my father began dating. I said all that to say, they didn’t come from money, so this whole arranged marriage thing has me confused. I get that my grandfather wants to protect what he built and ensure there's someone to leave his legacy to, but I refuse to let someone else pick who I spend the rest of my life with.”
