Page 98 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

“What up? Tell me something, Wonder.”

“I wanna feel you inside of me, Mavie… you’ll go slow?”

I kissed her lips. “The slowest. You feel how wet you are for me, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Ain’t nobody ever going to experience this, right?”

“No, Mavie.”

I sucked her lip. “Stevie, I will kill a nigga for even looking your way.”

She stared me in the eyes. “I know, Mavie.”

My ass wanted to go back to the warehouse and beat every last one of my workers for even calling her beautiful. I don’t give a fuck if I asked the question or not, either. I was a conflicted nigga because I wanted the world to see how beautiful my wife was, at the same time I wanted to end whoever even thought she was.

I stared down at her as my dick teased her opening, ready to push myself into her. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“K.”

This was her first time. As much as I wanted to fuck her in the sauna that day, she deserved better. Any other bitch would have gotten fucked wherever I wanted, not her. I took her out the country to lose her virginity.

If anything came out of this, I wanted to say I conceived my baby in Paris with my wife. Distracting her, I sucked on her lips and kissed on her neck as I pushed myself into her slowly.

Slowly…

Inch by inch, I pushed myself into her trying not to fucking cry myself. She was so tight, as she held onto my shoulder, as I continued to push into her. I felt her body tense up and paused.

She stared into my eyes with watery eyes. “I can stop, baby. Tell me you want me to stop, and we can try again another time,” I kissed her cheek, letting her know it was alright.

“No, keep going… please.”

I kissed her lips, tasting her salty tears. “Tell me why you crying?”

“I really love you, Maverick. You taking my virginity means something to me. I’ve held onto it my whole life, and you are who I want to give it to. You defended it before you even knew me. Never once tried to claim it as yours, baby. Mav, you protected me when you didn’t have to.”

She reached up with both her hands and wiped my face. “Fuck, Wonder, you got me crying in some pussy.”

“I am not any pussy, Mitchell.” She screwed her face up.

Kissing her lips, I said, “Nah, you not… you’re my wife. Ain’t no other pussy out there like this one.”

She held onto my shoulders as I continued to push further into her. Her teeth bit down on my bottom lip as I slowly pulled out and pushed back inside of her while she maneuvered her body for me to fit.

It was so tight that I was second guessing who the virgin was. I was about to nut already, and we hadn’t even gotten anywhere. “You gotta talk to me, baby… how that feel?”

“It hurts a little, but not bad.”

“It’s gonna hurt before it feels good, okay?” I kissed her neck, as she squeezed my neck and allowed me to continue stretching her out.

“Relax your body, you too tense, the worst is over… I already popped that cherry.” I roughly kissed her lips, and she reached up to kiss me again.

This wasn’t the time to break her back and have her screaming my name. She wanted this to happen, and I was honored that she wanted to give it to me. It was a fucking honor for a woman to want to give a man anything.

That was the reason I got pissed when men thought they could take or do shit to women. Like their bodies belonged to them and they had the right to make decisions over them. Evenhomie that did what he did to Zoya. She thought you were worthy of having her in that way, and you went and betrayed her.

When Priscilla offered my baby’s virginity up on a platter to save her own life, it wasn’t hers to fucking offer. Like she had the right to offer it out. Like Stevie’s feelings didn’t matter. I watched her father, and although he didn’t know it was Stevie at first, he would have gotten on board, too. She never had anyone to protect her since her mother passed, and I was stepping into that space for her.

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