Page 9 of Passion

He rested his hand on my shoulder. “I wanna see you handle all that woman. She gon’ fuck yo’ ass up.”

I side-eyed Emerson then quickly brought my attention back to the woman standing there letting everyone take in all those sick ass curves. Her body was perfect. When she began walking, I could see that she’d worn the jewelry I sent and the flower in her hair. That made me smile. The man escorting her had to be her father. He looked serious, like he was in protective mode, but it was soft enough to be what she needed him to be.

I found that interesting. When I was told that her family wouldn’t be here, I assumed it was because they didn’t agree with what we were embarking upon and the way we’d gone about doing it. Maybe that wasn’t the case. As she got closer, I smiled. I could see the nerves crawling all over her. She smiled anyway, and it was so fucking beautiful.

My brother nudged me, urging me to go and meet her. It was like I was mesmerized by her beauty. Damn. Kerri had gotten this shit perfect. She had thick ass lips to go along with her thick ass body. By this fucking dress she wore, she had to be a freak. Her body was on display, letting me know that all this shit was mine now. I’d worship this shit all day.

When I approached them, her smile brightened. I extended my hand to her father, and he shook it. The handshake was firm, and I could tell that we would be talking immediately after the nuptials. I could tell he didn’t play about this woman, and shiiiid, I wouldn’t play about her sexy ass either. I held my arm out for her to loop hers around. After she did so, I escorted her back to the altar.

“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” I said as we turned to face each other.

She smiled as I grabbed her shaky hands. Gently rubbing my thumbs over the tops of them, I was trying to ease her nerves. Her light complexion was slightly red as she stared at me with a smile. Finally, she said, “Thank you. You’re very handsome.”

The officiant allowed the song to play until it ended, which was only a few seconds longer. My eyes had graced every curve she had to offer, and I could see her nerves pick up once again. I wanted to kiss her so bad. Like the song had said, I wanted to risk it all upon sight.

Once the song ended, the officiant began with the typical wedding spiel. When he had us repeat the vows and he said her name, Giselle Serenity King, I was in love. It was like her name matched her physical attributes. Despite her nerves, she seemed peaceful and serene. While the ballet, Giselle, didn’t physically represent her, it represented romance, and her body had to encompass every ounce of romance it could muster.

When my name left her lips, Gentry Beckett Fleming, I could have blasted off in my pants. Her voice was so damn sexy. This instant attraction was killing me. I’d never felt no shit like this. I knew that because we were getting married, it heightened the moment and my feelings. I just wanted my dick to stay put because all that ass had him ready to pounce.

All I could visualize at the moment was hitting it from the back and wearing that pussy?—

“The rings please.”

Emerson handed me the ring, and I saw her maid of honor give her my band. Once we handed the rings to the officiant, our eyes met once again. She seemed just as mesmerized by me as I was by her. However, there was one thing I heard. “You may now kiss your bride.”

I gently pulled her to me and slid my arm around her waist and brought the other to her face, pulling it to mine. I could feel the tremble go through her. The minute I laid my lips on hers, her trembles ceased, and she brought her hand to my face. Feeling those nails against my skin had me ready to strip her down right here in front of everybody.

She would learn that I didn’t give a fuck what anybody thought about me. I slid my tongue to hers, and she reciprocated. Fuck that honeymoon. My hand was lowering to grip that peach until my brother cleared his throat. I slowly pulled away from her, taking her bottom lip part of the way. I bit my bottom lip as I stared at her red face. The heat from that kiss had engulfed me, and I could only think about sliding inside of her.

I hadn’t hit a woman raw in a long time, but after having to submit clear results for STDs, I was ready to get at her shit expeditiously. When she grabbed my hand, I realized it was time to walk out. I let her go ahead of me at first, just so I could see that ass in all its glory. Lawd, have mercy. My mind was playing that Chlöe song on repeat.

I squeezed her hand, anxious to talk to her once the formalities were all over. The applause and smiles made me smile too. I winked at my mama as we made our way to the foyer. When we did, she turned to me and gently slid her hand across my cheek. “Hey, Gentry.”

“Hey, Giselle. What’s up, baby?”

“Mm. You. Damn, you fine.”

Not she had me blushing. My face was heating up. What the fuck? “Shiiiid, baby. You the one, Mrs. Fleming.”

Her face reddened slightly. “I guess you see my family showed up.”

“Yeah. It’s a lot of them. They weren’t feeling this initially?”

“I didn’t tell them. I didn’t want anyone to try to talk me out of doing this. I told my brother from Houston, and he went behind my back and invited everyone, making sure they were here to support me. I didn’t find out until they all showed up today.”

“You seem happy about that.”

“I am.”

Our talk was cut short when her father joined us in the foyer. We were waiting to take pictures, so I thought he would wait until the reception. Not so. “I’m Doctor Daniel King, Senior.”

“I’m Doctor Gentry Fleming. Nice to meet you, sir.”

“Doctor, huh? What type of doctor?”

“I’m a veterinarian. What about you?”

“I’m a physicist.”

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