Page 33 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings 2: The Finale
I was willing to agree to just about anything if it meant they would leave me and Cambrie alone for a couple of hours. Glancing in her direction, she scraped the last of the eggs onto a plate for herself but didn’t add her two cents. She was leaving this all on me to deliver.
“Don’t look at me. This was all you.”
“I guess you can pick the place,” I agreed.
“Yes!” Piaget and Rogue high-fived one another.
Winking at Cambrie gained a sexy simper from her before she shook her head. We all finished eating, and Piaget and Rogue decided to watch TV in the family room. I scooped Cambrie up bridal style and carried her upstairs to my bedroom. Stepping into my domain, I kicked the door shut with my foot and brought her to the edge of the bed where I eased her gently onto the mattress. She had showered and changed into some gray tights with a tank top and no fucking bra. Resting between her thighs, I pinned her down and smothered her mouth with mine. Her tongue slipped between my teeth slowly, and I fell into it while gripping her wrists and placing them above her head.
“Mmm, Staten,” she mumbled against my lips.
Slipping my fingers into the lining of her pants, I tugged on them while still kissing her. She was wet as fuck, coating my fingers with her sticky nectar as she squirmed underneath me. My dick was solid, ready to tear through her pussy. I yanked at my shorts until I was kicking them to the floor and was face-to-face with her glistening lower lips. Her womanly aroma had my spine tingling as I swiped my tongue across her bud and tasted her.
“Shit!” she hissed, back arching off the bed as she fisted the sheets.
Swirling my tongue, I sucked and slurped her up, flicking it across her pearl. She spiraled into a frenzy and gripped the top of my head. Her hips moved against my tongue, thrashing until she tightened up and then broke out into a wave of convulsions. A deep, cavernous moan slipped through her lips, and her mouth slipped into a big O with no sound after that. She shuddered under my touch when I came up for air, slowly impaling her with my pole until she was at the base. I was so deep inside her I was sure she could count the pulses in my dick filling her up. Her nails dug into my upper arms, clawing at my skin as I pulled back but didn’t pull out. Developing a slow rhythm at first, I watched her wet my dick every time I shifted inside her.
Cupping her legs in the crook of my arms, I held her in place so I could drill into that gushy shit, and she couldn’t run like she was trying to do while I was eating her up. Sweat beads gathered at that little flesh between her breasts, but I kept a steady pace, enjoying every time I hit the bottom of her well. With every stroke, her walls clenched, and I knew I was getting closer to that spot, that magic button. With shorter pumps, I made sure that shit hit hard every time I buried myself inside her.
Watching her sex faces when she came and the way her body opened up like the fucking floodgates had me losing my shit. I dumped my seeds inside her before growing dizzy as fuck. Shaking that shit off, I dropped down so that I could kiss her supple mouth again before sliding out of her. Shifting onto my side, I caught my breath with one hand resting above my head. Cambrie turned so that she could drape one arm and leg across me as we faced each other. Laying there listening to her breathe against my chest while tracing my fingers up her back had a sense of peace washing over me. Some shit I’d never felt before. Eventually her breathing deepened, and she relaxed until I was sure she was sleeping. Feeling her heartbeat against my ribs had me joining her not too much later.
A couple of hours later . . .
“The kids are ready.” Cambrie poked her head in my room as I stood at my dresser, checking my pistol before I tucked it behind my back.
She didn’t question it, but she peeped everything as I adjusted my letterman jacket around me.
“Okay. I’ll be right down. Did they decide where they want to go?”
“Tasty Co,” she announced, eyes sweeping over me like she was trying to get back in bed.
I roamed her thick ass in her simple look and tucked my bottom lip between my teeth just as I got a text message. Picking up my phone off the dresser, I saw that it was Nadia. I hadn’t heard from her or the kids since earlier. I figured they were just catching up and breaking her pockets for once, which was fine with me. She was letting me know they would be staying up at the main house tonight so I shouldn’t wait up. I wasn’t worried about that. As long as my kids were happy and safe, it was the only thing that mattered.
“Looks like Tavi and Saga are staying the night at Rossi’s tonight. It’s just us.” I slipped the device into the pocket of my denim jeans and strolled over to the doorway.
Easing my arms around her waist, I pulled her toward me and knelt to capture her glossy lips.
“You OK with that?” Cambrie checked with me.
“Yeah,” I told her, brows coming together in assurance. “That’s they mama and grandma. It gives me a break from all four of them. That’s the good thing about being back here in theBluffs. Family is close, and my kids didn’t have that in Chicago. We might be a little dysfunctional, but we still there for each other. Even when we don’t see eye to eye.”
“That sounds nice. Your kids are lucky to have that, and you.” She reached up and tugged on my beard before standing on her toes and kissing me. “Now can we please go? I am starving after you depleted me earlier.”
“Word to that.” I playfully slapped her ass before giving it a squeeze. “Come on.”
After making sure both kids were secure in the back of my truck, I started it up and pulled away from the house with Cambrie riding shotgun and applying gloss in the visor mirror. Tasty Co was a small bar and grill type place, but it was family friendly, and they had good food, so I was with it. As mentioned, I didn’t get a lot of time with Piaget and Rogue without their older siblings around. The two of them were a lot more chill when it was just them.
Half an hour later, I parked in the lot of the restaurant and shut my truck off. The sky was gray, and the scent of rain lingered in the air as we all piled out of my whip. Cambrie grabbed both kids’ hands and checked the parking lot to make sure no cars were coming our way before crossing over to the main entrance of the establishment. I held the door open for all of them, and a young brown-skinned girl with honey-blonde curls approached us in her white blouse and black pencil skirt. She smiled wide, eyes filling with appreciation when they swept over me.
“How many?” she asked, glancing at the tablet in her hand and acting like she didn’t see Cambrie standing there with the kids.
“Four.”
“Okay, right this way.” She hugged the tablet to her chest and stepped past me.
Baby was tall and built like a WNBA player, toned and muscular in all the right places as she tried to sway her hips a little harder. Cambrie only rolled her eyes and shook her head in annoyance as we trailed her through the crowd until we were near an empty booth.
“My name is Janiyah. Here is your table. Can I start you with anything to drink?” she asked.
