Page 23 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
Grabbing a handful of hair, I pulled her up so I could have a quick word. “Correction. This all yours, Mrs. Greek.” She held onto the pole for balance as I pounded that gushy shit from the back. She tried repositioning herself for better foundation, but I wasn’t budging. I had her ass on them toes taking straight pipe.
She was outdoing Jamie Foxx by this time. I had her singing for a nigga with pleasure. The more I dipped and long stroked that pussy, the more juices it spit out. Running her mouth was gon’ get her fucked like this every time. I could only entertain attitude for so long.
“Fuck! What you doing to meeee?” she squealed as I constantly attacked her g-spot.
“Fuckin’ my wife. You gon’ fuck me back or keep asking questions?” For the first time tonight, I had her ass on mute. “That’s what the fuck I thought. Throw that ass back and shut the fuck up,” I said bringing my hand down on her right cheek so hard I knew that shit was on fire.
“You curly-haired bastard… that fuckin’ hurt!”
I smacked the other one with the same force before saying, “Be a big girl and take that shit. You stole my last name; you had to know it was consequences to that. Now hold that pole, I got something for yo’ mean ass.”
She followed my command gripping it tightly. Shifting my angle, all ten inches with a dangerous curve applied pressure exactly where needed. Every time she thought I was easing up, I slung this muthafucka with conviction, hitting that g-spot like I had it mapped out. This hook was gon’ tighten that ass up every damn time.
I was giving her everything a nigga had. No hesitation, no second-guessing, no lacking. I knew I was putting it down and ain’t need validation from a fuckin’ soul. This was my wife, and I was serving rare dick ‘cause it wasn’t nan bitch out there thatcould say she was fucked the same. Plus, her body was telling me everything I needed to know. We damn sho’ shared a moment of ecstasy.
“Im ’bout to—” she broke off, gripping that pole like it was the only thing holding her
together. I knew she was ready to cum for a nigga by the way her walls kept contracting ‘round my shaft.
“Yeah, I know. Paint this shit then, Ma.” And just like that, her body gave in, tightening, shaking, and betraying her completely.
Normally, I could hold out and keep going, but the feel of Clover was everything a nigga needed to lose control. I met my wife at them gates. “Em s?p lên d?nh r?i, tình yêu c?a em. (I’m ‘bout to cum, my love.)”
Holding onto her waist, I shot the club up with no remorse. To be frank, I wasn’t butting nowhere but in her. She was the only woman deserving of it and the only woman I saw myself fucking raw from this day forward. This was soul tied and she ain’t even know it.
We both stood there breathing hard as fuck trying to gain some composure. My dick had yet to detach from her waterpark. However, everything in the room finally began to spin. I didn’t know if it was the substances I abused for the night was finally starting to kick in or what, but I was slowly but surely losing self-control.
“We not done nigga. Sit down and give Big Mama some more,” she demanded pushing me down onto the seat still positioned in front of the stage. It wasn’t like I could object, after all, this was my wife.
Chapter 9
Mercedees
The bright sun rays beaming on a bitch face caused me to wake with irritation. My left hand was instantly thrown up to block it out. I wasn’t a morning person in the slightest so being woken up out my sleep was going to conclude in a long day for everybody.
As I went to turn over, a brick wall halted me from doing so. Trying it once more, I got the same result with subtle movement underneath the covers. Throwing them back, I instantly recognized who I was sharing a bed with.
Arion?
What threw me off was how and when did we leave the club. The last memory intact was us having a ball in Kira’s office. However, I had no recollection of anything past that. Once again, the night became a blur.
I had every thought to slap the shit out of him but remembered what was told to me in the club. He warned me with a straight face to keep my hands to myself, and I planned on doing just that. I hadn’t ever been physically abused, and I didn’t want to start now.
Leaning over, I proceeded to get another good look at him. Arion was sexy as fuck. There was no denying that. This niggawas the perfect blend of Black and Asian. Whomever his parents were, did one hell of a job distributing his genes. My focus shifted to the tattoos on his neck, and I noticed a woman’s name within seconds. My eyes hit the ceiling almost instantly.
Linh, huh? Let me guess, it’s yo’ mama? Niggas will have a bitch and chase the next. Reason why this marriage shit ain’t for me.
“Ask what you need to ask and stop catching an attitude before a nigga can even defend himself,” he said with his eyes remaining closed.
“You ain’t my nigga so I truly don’t give a fuck love.”
“Tell that to the judge, Mrs. Greek. Now, ask ‘bout whatever just irritated yo’ ass so goddamn quick.”
“Who the fuck is Linh and why she all up on yo’ neck like that? What? That’s yo’ baby mama or something?” I questioned with a tongue laced of sass. I didn’t know why I was upset but a bitch was.
Smirking, he gripped me by the neck and brought my face down to his. Morning breath should’ve smelled like something other than mint. It was clear that he’d woken before me and had just been laying here. Finally opening his eyes, I realized his irises weren’t dark brown at all. They were russet brown with a hint of hazel.
“That’s yo’ mother-in-law so stop calling her all kinds of bitches in yo’ head. You can meet her if you want. She prolly downstairs cooking breakfast by now. Call her name and see,” he answered so nonchalantly.
