Page 87 of Love's Most Wanted
I wanted to smile, but with the way he was fucking me up, I could only moan and snivel in response, my lips still against his as he grumbled in ecstasy.
“Mmm,” I cooed, voice shaking as he brought me to the edge again. I had his whole lap soaked by this point.
“I’m ’bout to nut,” he announced.
“Let me up,” I commanded, and though I could tell he didn’t want to, he did.
Climbing off his lap, I took him into my mouth, causing Unique to let out a throaty moan.
Relaxing my throat and doing nothing to stop my flow of saliva, I took him in deeply and sloppily as his big hands moved through my hair. When he gripped the crown super tightly, I went harder, taking him in as much as I could and providing extra suction when I got to the tip of him, all while massaging his balls.
Not but half a minute later, maybe less, he was finishing inside of my mouth. I wasted no time swallowing every drop before slowly sucking whatever else was left from him.
He fell back onto the bed out of exhaustion as I grinned, wiping the remnants of saliva from my mouth as I mounted him.
Spanking my ass and grabbing at it to calm the sting of pain, he bit down on his lip and said, “Come sit on my face.”
I didn’t argue as I climbed up his tall frame and did just that. After bringing me to three orgasms in that position, we took our shower, brushed, flossed, and used mouthwash, then climbed into my bed, void of any clothing.
“What are you doing?” I quizzed when he reached over to dig in his bag sitting by my bed.
“Got something for you.” He retrieved it and lay back down so that I could use his hard chest as a pillow. I noticed it was a velvet box, which he opened to display a beautiful diamond ring. “Think it’s time you wear these.”
When he said these, I noticed a diamond band sitting behind the ring.
“Aren’t people going to notice?”
“I hope so.” His brows kissed. “I wanna start telling people.”
“Oh.” I glanced off momentarily. “It’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just… I haven’t gotten over the backlash from the shit with AJ and Zosia, so?—”
“I don’t mean muthafuckas we don’t know, love. I’m referring to my parents, telling my brothers this marriage shit is real and not just an accident a nigga is trying to rectify. Yo’ aunt and whoever else is important in ya life.”
“Oh, okay.” I smiled.
“Eventually, it’ll be the muthafuckas we don’t know like the public because I’m gon’ take you out, bring you places, shit like that, but I ain’t tone deaf, so I wouldn’t dare try to be loud about this shit knowing people still think you was a fucking side chick.”
Hearing his words relaxed me. I just knew I was going to have to find a way to explain exactly that without him getting offended. So to know he already understood put me at ease.
“That sounds perfect.” I nuzzled back up to him, allowing him to slip the beautiful diamonds onto my finger. “So it’s just your six brothers you have to tell.”
“Nah, my baby sister who don’t act like a baby sister—Banks—and then my mother and father. He’s my stepfather, but that’s irrelevant.”
Turning to look up in his face that was being illuminated by the TV in my otherwise dark studio, I asked, “I won’t meet your biological father?”
He kept his eyes on the TV and said, “Nah. He and my mother broke up when I was seven. He was in and out for about a year, and then once she remarried, he was like fuck it.”
“Fuck it as in… stopped being your dad?”
“Exactly. Not just with me, though, with the other five too. Sif and Banks are from my stepfather, but only Banks and the six of us share a mother. That ain’t confusing, is it?” He smiled, but I could tell the subject was heavy for him.
“Nope, I get it. Asif is your stepbrother, Banks is your half-sister and Asif’s as well.”
“You smart.” He nodded. “I don’t see them as step or half though.”
“That’s good.” I smiled. “Why did your parents divorce? You’d think after six kids they’d wanna stick it out.”
“Real shit. But he was homosexual, and she wasn’t about to deal with that no matter what he promised.”
