Page 46 of The Stepbrother 2: Noah

Ooh, it was really too fucking much. I wanted to bite his ass.

My eyes were heavy as hell. For over an hour, he’d been wringing orgasm after orgasm from me. He had made me cum more than five times, each climax more intense than the last, and it seemed like he thought he was owed five more. This was the consequence of me joking and saying our marriage could be annulled if we didn’t consummate it. I didn’t know if it was true or not. I was just taunting him. He got all red and angry. I wish I hadn’t said it because now he was relentless, and I just wanted to curl up and sleep.

My entire body went slack in his arms.

Once I composed myself, I knocked his hand away from my pussy.

“Noah?” My voice was a tired whisper, but he heard me.

“Hm?” His fingers traced idle patterns on my skin, covering me in my own cum.

I tilted my head back to look at him, meeting his gaze. “I get the point. I think we’ve… consummated enough?”

Kissing the top of my head, he chuckled, “Nope. My turn.” He grabbed and flipped me onto my stomach so fast I didn’t have time to even gasp. He pulled me to my knees, my head smashed into the mattress.

He ran his fingers through my hair, pulling it free of the ponytail, then grabbed a handful, wrapping it around his fist, snapping my head back, before he slammed his dick into my drenched pussy. My breasts slid against the Egyptian cotton sheets as he fucked me hard and fast. He was ready to cum.

“Would you call our marriage consummated now, wife?”

“Yes!” I whimpered.

He started moving, rolling his hips. Skin slapping against skin. He was so deep in me. I neck strained and my pussy clenched around him. It wasn’t long before his dick throbbed, swelled. We came together. I smothered his dick with all my creaminess, him pumping his cum into me.

Breathing heavily and glistening with sweat, I fell forward onto the bed.

Noah pulled himself from inside me. He leaned forward, tapping me on my ass. “Nope, wake up. There’s no rest for the wicked. Your doctor's appointment is in an hour.”

My eyes flew open. “There’s no way I'm going to a gynecologist after what we just did.” The bed shifted when he got up.

“Yes, you are. You’ve had several spikes in your blood pressure. Remember, when your blood pressure is high, so is the baby's.”

Since that day in the office, Noah had been monitoring my blood pressure and sugar. I had a telehealth appointment with a friend of his who was a gynecologist in metro Atlanta, but when I found out by "friend" he meant an old fuck buddy, he got her to recommend us a new doctor. I was not about to have her comparing our coochies.

“Shit,” I cursed. He was right. I was about to go see my gynecologist with a swollen, leaking vagina. “Maybe I can get them to reschedule the vaginal exam for another day.”

Noah laughed as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Exactly an hour later, we were sitting in the doctor’s office, wearing matching sweatsuits and Nike slides. Noah had picked out our clothes. He loved the corny shit, which was why mine had “wife” spray painted on the back and his had “husband.” I went along because it wasn’t too much to ask.

Noah was staring dumbfounded at the pictures of the two gynecologists who owned the practice. “Looks better than Idris Elba,” I heard him mumble. One of the ladies in the small, stark white waiting area with us chuckled.

He turned to look at me. “So one of them is supposed to play in your vagina?” he asked a little too loudly.

I dropped my head, avoiding the eyes of the two other women and the receptionist, who I was sure heard him.

“Stop it,” I hissed under my breath.

“Fine,” he said back, sounding normal. I thought he was going to behave normally too until he got up and walked over to the receptionist. “Do they have a female doctor they can refer my wife to?”

“You can ask Dr. Solaris that when you get back there,” the pretty dark-skinned receptionist said politely, a small smile curving her lips. She was too amused for me. All I could do was shake my head.

“Creed Washington.” An older Black woman called my name from an open door.

It was the first time someone had called me by my new name. I involuntarily cringed at the fact I shared it with Tiffany. It was even more ridiculous that I was married to and having a baby with her son.

Scarlett was outraged about the marriage part, especially after being arrested for dragging Tiffany. She had no bail because she’d shown her ass in front of all types of law enforcement—bailiffs, guards, the sheriff, Pinellas County police, Largo police, probation officers. And she wasn’t ashamed. She even bowed and sang "Whoop That Trick" as men in the jail cheered her on from the yard. She spent an entire week in jail, waiting for a judge. Somehow she still managed to send me a hundred or so voicemails screaming at me. I’d only listened to a few before I got the gist and deleted them.

The thing is, I don’t think Momma was mad at me for marrying Noah, but more so angry that Noah was attached to Tiffany, which meant I had cemented Tiffany’s permanency in our family. But the gag was, at this point, I wasn’t even sure if I was going to deal with my parents, let alone Noah’s crazy-ass momma, ever again.

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