Page 79 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings 2: The Finale
Brick’s warm tongue swept over my bud slowly before he swirled it in slow circles until he had me leaking over the tip. My back hit the cold mirror, and my stomach tightened as he took me to the edge.
“Shit!” I hissed, head rolling back while the rest of my body jerked violently from the amount of pressure that threatened to erupt below.
Toes curling and eyes rolling back, there were no words for the pleasure spreading through me. Grinding my wet center into his face,Brick finished me off with his tongue flattened against my nub while I exploded. Heart thudding, head spinning, I could barely catch my breath before he was standing in front of me, stroking his erect dick. I hadn’t noticed he had kicked his pants and boxers off while eating me up like his last meal. He scooped me off the counter, and my legs instinctively wrapped around him. Carrying me over to the tub, he climbed in first and slowly eased into the water until we were both submerged.
“You ready?” he checked with me, lips brushing against mine teasingly.
“Yes.” I breathed, bobbing my head up and down and bracing myself for impact.
He grabbed his dick and brought it to my opening. I knew he was big because I’d seen and felt him at some point, but I couldn’t prepare myself for his thickness as he parted my walls. He took his time, but I winced in pain as he pushed furtherinside me. My shit felt like it was being ripped open, and I had to grab his shoulders to steady myself against him.
“Agh!” I squealed, nails digging into his flesh as he plunged further until he was buried deep inside.
“Fuck, Six! That shit gripping like a muhfucka!” he grunted, hands on my hips as he throbbed inside me. He eased into the strokes, and at first, I wanted to claw his fucking eyes out for ripping through me like that, even in the water. That shit hurt.
“Come on, mama, open up for me,” he whispered against my lips before smothering them with his in a passionate kiss.
He made a low, sexy growl, and I sensed another orgasm on the horizon as his arms locked around me and he hit a slow rhythm. The water swished back and forth in the tub in slow waves, and my pussy was wetter than ever when he lifted us from the water and carried me over to the large shower encasing a few steps away. Our mouths were fused together the entire time, and Brick reached for the knob to turn the ceiling shower head on. Pinning me against the tile in the shower while the water cascaded over us, I didn’t care that my wig was getting wet. The outside world had faded the minute he slipped inside me.
“Oh, shit . . . Brick!” I screamed, body locking up as a surge of euphoria ripped through me.
He wasn’t just fucking me. Every stroke of his dick against my walls was a piece of a conversation that our bodies were completely in tune with. I didn’t have to speak; my heavy breathing and the cavernous moans rolling off my lips as he plunged further into me were all the communication he needed. He was intentional with every push as our bodies glided against one another, pelvises meeting thrust for thrust.
“Oh shit!” My arms locked around his neck, and I held on as his hips moved in slow circles until he had broken through the dam and opened the floodgates.
My walls clamped around his dick, and he used one of his hands to hold himself up against the wall.
“Fuck!” Brick threw his head back, and this pained expression washed over his handsome features before his brows cinched together, and he winced.
“I’m cumming, Brick!”
“Shit . . . me too, mama,” he grumbled against my mouth before his tongue parted my teeth.
Together we reached the top of the mountain. Still locked together in a firm embrace, we shuddered and sucked in deep breaths while riding our orgasmic wave. Pushing away from me, he rested his forehead against mine and took a deep breath.
“I love you,” he whispered, startling me.
Grabbing his face, I searched his glossed-over eyes that drank me in amorously.
“I love you too.” I grinned before stealing another kiss.
We went another round before showering and washing one another. Stepping out into the cool atmosphere of the bathroom, there was still music going in the distance. I almost forgot there was a whole party going on downstairs. I slipped into one of his t-shirts and pulled the covers back on the bed while he sat with his back to me, rolling a blunt on his backwoods tray.
“Oh my God, I feel like I could sleep for a full day,” I muttered, nestling against one of the pillows and turning on my side to face him as he licked his blunt closed.
“This blunt gon’ definitely put you out.” He set the tray aside and scooted closer to join me.
I glanced at the time on his bedside clock and saw that it was almost nine thirty. I wasn’t sure what time the party ended, but there were lights flashing outside the windows, and I assumed some people were leaving. Brick sparked the blunt and picked up his phone.
“What are you doing?” I picked my head up off the pillow, and he tapped on his IG page.
“Just about to address the people real quick. We been quiet lately, but that ain’t stopped mothafuckas from speculating and talking shit.” He hit the button to go live, and the camera showed him with his chest out.
He was covered by the comforter from the waist down while I snuggled beside him with my hair in a messy bun and one leg draped over his. It wasn’t long before we had people tapping in to see what we were on.
“What’s up, fandom?” Brick greeted them, bringing the blunt to his lips and sparking it. “I know it’s been a minute. Muhfuckas been out there praying on our downfall no doubt, but . . . as you can see, we locked in, and ain’t no switching up.” He held his pinky up for me, and I intertwined mine with his. “So for all the haters out there, keep hating and we’ll keep giving you reasons to be mad. Stay tuned. Me and my future wife got big thangs coming y’all way.” He knelt to steal a kiss and pull me into his chest before turning back to the camera. “And for the record, if any of you weak ass niggas or bitches out there ever come for this one right here . . . you might as well start writing yo’ fucking eulogy. Behind her, I’ll put anybody in the dirt. When you see her out in public, show some fucking respect, or I’mma get real disrespectful,” he snarled and all I could do was smile and shake my head.
“Goodnight, y’all.” I waved to the camera and tapped his screen to end the live.
