Page 69 of Royce
“Royce.” She stood by the door waiting to hear what I had to say.
“I had to chop his celly down, too. That’s my fault. I left the shank up there with him though. I did my best in making it looklike an accident. I’m lying. No, I didn’t. I offed them niggas and got out of there,” I said smirking.
“I knew you wasn’t going to listen. I’ll handle it. Y’all get out of here and don’t come back or even call me. I’ll call on the family when I get home,” she said shaking her head.
“That’s a bet. I ‘preciate it, Auntie. I love you,” I chimed running out the doors with Striker on my heels.
It wasn’t shit like taking a life. The adrenaline from that shit was indescribable. I didn’t give a fuck ‘bout nothing right now. Striker took the wheel while I partied in the passenger seat. I fired up a blunt then poured a shot after. I felt damn good.
“Nigga you do this dumb shit every time. You good?” Striker inquired wearing a sly grin.
“Never felt better bruh. Take me to the crib so I can relax.”
“Where the hell you think I’m going?”
The drive back to the compound was a smooth one. It wasn’t shit a muthafucka could tell me right about now or ruin my vibe. I had fresh blood on my hands and if a nigga wasn’t careful, he could be next. I was on that type of timing. Once we got back to our safe haven, Striker went his way, and I went mine.
Entering my crib, the only lights I noticed were the ones on the stairwells. Each step held lights to help watch yo’ step going up. I did a light jog up each one ready to get in bed and fuck my wife. However, she had another thing in mind. When I opened the bedroom door, she was pacing back and forth with a look of worry etched on her face. She gave me a onceover and her questions fired off back to back.
“Where the hell did you go Royce? And why the fuck is there blood on your sleeves? What did you just go and do?”
“Shit, I ain’t want to be the only one that ain’t go see yo’ gay ass baby daddy. I was feeling left out for a minute,” I answered heading for the bathroom.
“Please tell me you did not just jeopardize your freedom behind that nigga!” she yelled pushing me in my back.
“Mmcht! You should know me better than that, My Baby. I went to say farewell. You know, the same shit you did.” I was taunting her at this point. I still wasn’t over the bullshit she pulled earlier.
“This was to get back at me. Really? We got kids Royce!”
“It’s kind of funny you acknowledging that shit now, ain’t it? Fuck out my muthafuckin face Klarity,” I said gently pushing her to the side so I could get undressed.
She stayed quiet as I stripped down to my birthday suit. I walked over and started the shower before returning back to the sink. Grabbing the toothbrush, I applied some toothpaste and went to work on my mouth and tongue. My face was next and surprisingly, she did it for me. She knew I was pissed and was looking for a way in to get her point across without getting her ass handed to her.
As soon as she put the rag down, I walked off from her and into the shower. She picked up my clothes and carried them out the room. I hoped she had enough sense to burn that shit. She didn’t return until after I was stepping out wrapping a towel around my waist.
“I put the clothes in the bonfire Heidi and Mercedees got going next door. I’m about to throw something on and go chill with them for a little bit. I’m nowhere near being tired.”
“Come here, My Baby.” All it took was one time. She could act as if she didn’t fuck with me for real, but she listened anytime I spoke.
When she was in reach, I stripped her from the robe she wore and picked her up. Her arms circled around my neck as her legs locked around my waist. No matter how mad she got at me or how upset I was with her, neither one of us was turning down a session.
My Baby was placed on the sink with me gently pushing her back down to the custom marble. The towel that concealed my dick was now at my ankles and warmth from my wife’s pussy was felt against it. I knew what was to come and I had to say I was looking forward to that gushy shit.
With my wood in tow, the tip of my shit was used to smear around the juices that were already seeping from her opening. Those soft moans a nigga couldn’t get enough of bounced off the walls. She was ready which meant I could do me and she wouldn’t object to a damn thing even though she never did.
Pushing her legs back to where her feet were flat on the sink, I began to feast. Her pretty ass waxed pussy was fat and soft. The lips on that bitch were succulent and tasteful while her pearl was the star of the show glistening from the moisture my tongue provided. I fell in love all over again.
“Sssss,” she hissed as I wrapped my lips around her clit. Two fingers were inserted inside her canal massaging her walls in the process. Her moans got deeper letting me know she was more than pleased with my services. “Fuuuck!”
“Mmhm.”
She had a hold on my locs as she moved her body in sync with my tongue. Just when shew as ‘bout to cum, I replaced my fingers with the pipe causing her to cry out. Mouth wide the fuck open and eyes rolling to the back of her head. I knew that reaction all too well. My Baby was in heaven right about now.
Both her knees were pushed to her chest as her feet rested on mine. I was long dicking with each thrust going as deep as the pussy allowed. That muthafucka was spitting at a nigga by this time. If I didn’t know how to stroke my way through that wet shit, I would’ve been done for.
“What’s yo’ fuckin’ name?”
“Mrs. Atkins,” she answered without hesitation in the softest fuckin’ tone a nigga ever heard.
