Page 45 of Memphis

On everything, I would.

I didn’t like most people. Many days, I couldn’t even standmyself, but this woman reached into my chest and grabbed my heart that day at the restaurant, never letting it go. I loved her.

I loved her.

I truly did.

She left the water, the sun kissing her pretty brown skin as she made her way back to her lounger, or at least I thought that was her destination. Instead, she approached mine, lifting one shapely leg to straddle me. I moved to sit up, but she pushed against my chest, stopping me. Water rolled off her body onto mine as she leaned in to kiss me.

Once our mouths parted, I murmured, “You just don’t know how much I love you.”

She sat up, her naked pussy resting right on my erection, the fabric of my swimming trunks the only barrier between us.

“I think I believe you,” she admitted.

Reaching up, I laid a hand on her cheek and felt my dick twitch when she leaned into my touch. “I finally convinced you, huh?”

“No,Iconvinced me. I realized you never stopped. You’re just…I don’t know. It’s hard, Bo. I mourned us for years. It’s hard to believe this will last.”

“I’mamakeit last. I’ll die before I lose you again. I’ll self-dispatch before I let that happen.”

Her eyes widened. “Bo…”

I shook my head. “I ain’t say that to be dramatic. Shit is the truth. I mourned, too. I never got over losing you. Never stopped wanting you back. I didn’t bother you, stopped myself from killing those dudes you messed with. I was tryna do right by you, but I can’t do that shit again.”

My wife wasn’t one for crying, but she did show emotion in other ways. In this instance, she showed it by damn near ripping my trunks off me and sheathing my dick in her snugness, making me moan from the bottom of my ass. She felt so good that I swear I could feel my mind leaving me. Closing my eyes, I grasped her hips, holding her as I slammed up into her. All the time I spent in the fucking gym and paying a chef to cook healthy shit paid off when it came to this. I had the stamina and strength to fuck my wife every hour on the hour. I also had the desire to do it because what she had between her legs was divine, mystical, and magically delicious.

“Ohhh, fuck!” I groaned. “Get up, baby.”

“I don’t wanna stop,” she whined.

“I know,” I panted. “I want you in the sand…on your knees.”

Without another word, she sucked in a breath as she lifted from my body, allowing me to ease out of her. Seconds later, her knees and elbows were in the sand, her ass in the air, and my dick was leaking like I’d just hit puberty. Joining her in the sand, I gripped her ass and slid into her.

“Got damn! Don’t nothing in the world feel as good as this!” I declared, and I wasn’t lying.

She whimpered in response, the smooth skin of her back calling on me to kiss it. So, I did, my stomach quivering as I moved inside her. Her heat, her pussy’s grip on my dick, and her wetness worked together to make me prematurely bust,but I managed to stave off an unwanted ending by pulling out intermittently to lick her asshole and finger her pussy. With a thumb in her ass, I fucked her until I was sure the only logical conclusion would be a heart attack for me, and when it was all over, I collapsed onto my back and tried not to hyperventilate.

“You’re gonna get sand in your ass crack,” Memphis said, her voice baring a lazy, post-sex tone.

“Mm-hmm—shit!”

Out of nowhere, her mouth was on me, and all I could do was mewl like a damn bitch.

“Married?!”Lilith literally screamed into the phone. “When? How? To who? Where are you? What?!”

“You married Kylo Ren?” Umber inquired; her voice was much calmer than Lilith’s.

“Shiiiid, I didn’t even think this was possible. Is it that Moteezosket boy?” my daddy asked.

I’d decided to call Lilith and have her conference in Daddy and Umber while Bo was in the shower, but I was now regretting it.

“Yes, Daddy. It’s Bo,” I said.

“I don’t even know what the negro do for a living and you done married him?” Daddy complained.

“He has a very good job working for a tech company,” I informed him.

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