Page 66 of Krash & Bern

“I’m going to do my best. We obviously aren’t going to know everything as first-time parents, but we gon’ have a solid foundation fa sho.”

“Are we signing prenuptial agreements before we get married?” she asked.

My eyebrows met in the center of my forehead. “The fuck do you mean are we signing prenups?”

“We both have wealth; most wealthy people protect their assets with a prenup.”

“Good for them, but that shit ain’t happening to us. We’re not divorcing to put our accounts in jeopardy. Prenups are for couples who can’t love every version of their spouse. I don’t care what evolutions you make during our relationship; I’m gon’ adapt and love you in the capacity you need in those seasons. Fuck a divorce. If we got problems, we gon’ go to counseling, the fuck?”

She covered her mouth and giggled. “You’re too damn aggressive, Krash. However, I love your response. It was the reassurance I needed to know when I do walk down the aisle and say I do… I’m marrying a man who will love every version of me. Hell, it was proof in the way we fell back in love after being apart for eight years. Coming back to you after growing into a better woman was like diving into a cold pool in the summertime—the perfect remedy.”

We stopped again, but this time, she pulled me against a tree.

“Make love to me,” she demanded.

My eyebrows lifted. “Right here?”

“Yes.”

She tugged at my shorts. I held her hands and kissed her lips. “I know you want me now, but you’re too sensitive, baby. We’ve both been sweating and being attacked by bugs, wind, and who knows what foreign creatures. I want to wash my dick before I penetrate you to avoid another trip to the doctor to get you cream for your coochie.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine.”

I laughed. “Hold out for a little while longer, beautiful. I’ll have you dripping on this dick very soon.”

“Don’t talk nasty to me. I’m literally hotter than a Little Caesar’s pizza.”

I hollered at her comment. The rest of the hike was made in haste. She was bouncing with anticipation the entire drive to the suite. When we got to the room, it was like all her clothes had evaporated at the speed in which she stripped and went into the shower.

Once we were both clean, I made love to Bernice all night long. I penetrated her with precision while she dug her manicured fingernails into the skin on my back. Every position resulted in her making a mess on my dick.

“I can’t take any more,” she whimpered as she rode my dick.

I smirked. “If you can’t take the dick, then get up.”

Tears slid down her face as she quaked in my arms. “No. I can’t get up.”

“Then shut up and ride that dick like the good girl you are.”

Her hips moved in a circular motion as she chased her orgasm. I gripped her waist to control her sporadic motions. With precision, I guided us both to our peaks. Her head fell against my chest as she sprayed her juices all over my dick. The suction of her wetness had me filling her with my seed.

“I’ll never get used to making love to this pussy. This is my favorite drug. I don’t mind overdosing on that shit.”

She giggled. “You’re so nasty.”

“I’m serious.”

I slowly pulled out of her. “Let me get you cleaned up. I’ll move our massage to tomorrow morning. A nigga feels like he about to go into hibernation.”

“Me too!” she exclaimed with a chuckle.

Bernice was endgame for me. I’d never get tired of loving her, fucking her, and going through life with her. It was time to put a ring on it so these niggas knew she was spoken for.

“How long do I have to keep this blindfold on?” I asked as I sat in the passenger side of Krash’s SUV.

The weather had been consistently cold since Thanksgiving. I was dressed in a pair of black tights and a knitted sweater that fell to my mid-thigh. The cream-colored sweater was cozy in the brisk forty-degree weather. To complete the look, I also wore a pair of insulated white Crocs. My hair was styled in a wand curled black wig with my signature pink skunk stripe.

Texas’s crazy mood swings were the reason my nose was running. It had been eighty degrees the week before Thanksgiving and a cold front came through and knocked us all on our asses when we returned from our vacation. We were a few weeks away from Christmas.

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