Page 29 of It's Love I'm After

“Shut that shit up, Chaniya. I got you.”

Call me a fool, but any woman who could make me nut in under thirty minutes deserves my last name. Hell, I felt my virtue leave me the minute my nut shot from my dick, so I ain’t about to play with Chaniya’s ass. Either she can get with the program, or I hog-tie her ass and take her to the Justice of the Peace. She’s marrying me, so I suggest she catch up because I know several judges who wouldn’t mind seeing me happy, thanks to my delivering several of their children.

“Turn that ass over,” I say after depositing Chaniya on the bed.

“I di?—”

“You lost your selection. Now I need to see that fat ass taking my dick from the back.” Without another word,I unceremoniously remove Chaniya’s clothing until everything haphazardly lies on the floor. Unspeakable joy surges through me when Chaniya complies with my request. The arch in her back is perfect, and I walk briskly to the nightstand where I’ve placed my condoms. Call me presumptuous, but a nigga had to be prepared for whatever. Quickly covering my dick, I return to Chaniya and enter her warm walls inch by inch. “Damn, this warm mothafucka is lethal.” Once I’m fully in, I hold my position, trying not to nut prematurely from the tight grip Chaniya’s wall have on my dick.

“G-Germayne.” Chaniya moans, rocking her ass into my pelvis.

“Yeah, I’m marrying your ass for sure.”

13

CHANIYA

“You rocked my world. You know you did. And everything I own, I give,” Germayne sings, standing behind me in the shower, and girlish giggles escape my mouth.

“I’ll take the Bentley,” I say, giggling, as my back shakes from Germayne’s laughter vibrating against me.

“Uh, if I had one, the keys would be yours, Chaniya. Let’s get out of here. I got to do some stuff before this ceremony, and I wouldn’t mind having you for breakfast.” Tingles and chills dance all over my body at the sound of Germayne feasting on my pearl.

“Maybe we should stay here; that way, we don’t have to clean up twice. You know, kill two birds with—mm.” Germayne’s fingers slipping inside my sweet spot ends my attempt at persuasion.

“I see you and my pussy are on the same page. We’re on a limited timeframe, but if you cum quickly, I’ll reward you in great detail tonight.” Germayne’s free arm wraps around my chest, holding me against his body while his other hand thrusts in and out of me.

“Ssh—mm—b—G—” My words are illegible, and I close my eyes, enjoying the pleasure while the water cascades over me, mixing with my juices.

“Knowing I’m the cause of your pleasure and unraveling has my dick harder than Chinese arithmetic. Soak my fingers, Chaniya.”

“G-G-G—” I moan.

“Mhm. That’s it, mama. Cum for me.” Germayne’s voice is husky and encouraging, causing me to sag against his body as mine convulses.

My energy is nonexistent minutes later when Germayne gently removes his hand from my sweet spot, causing slight aftershocks as he does. After going multiple rounds last night, Germayne and I slept in, but I could use a nap. Fatigue hits me, and I’m unable to move or open my eyes as my body comes down from the high Germayne has given me.

“While this is gonna hurt me more than you, we gotta get cleaned up before?—”

*brrnng, brrnng, brrnng*

The blaring of a cell phone cuts off Germayne’s statement, letting me know that our time has come to an end. Germayne has responsibilities today that require him to separate from me for multiple hours. Being his plus one but not having an opportunity to act as such is slightly uncomfortable because I don’t know anyone. Yet, watching my man walk down the aisle in a tux makes my discomfort manageable. Hopefully, I’ll find some people to chat with until Germayne’s duties are over.

“I should have known the quiet from that phone was too good to be true. Come on, we gotta move,” Germayne says before grabbing my loofah, adding bodywash, and cleaning me with expert precision that has me swooning.

“Good afternoon. Since you’re the only face I don’t recognize, I’m assuming you’re with Germayne,” an unfamiliar feminine tone speaks, causing me to jump from my jittery nerves. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Licking my lips, I lock eyes with a middle-aged black woman whose flawless skin and kind expression instantly calm me. The next thing I notice is her purple dress and how amazing she looks in it. It’s a long-sleeved split see-through lace satin that complements her regal face.

“I’m Adele Malone,” she informs me with a pleasant smile.

It takes me a minute to react to the reality of meeting Germayne’s mother and not registering any malicious intent on her part. In fact, Mrs. Malone's motherly aura is pouring off of her in ways I can’t understand due to my history with my own mother.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Malone. My name is Chaniya, and yes, I’m with Germayne.”

“Oh no, sweetie. The pleasure is definitely mine. Come on. You’re gonna sit up front with the family. Commoners and obligated guests sit back here, and you are neither of those.” Taking my hand, Mrs. Malone guides me toward the front, causing stares from some attendees.

Not wanting to miss anything, I made sure to arrive well in advance. I’m glad I had the foresight to do so after arriving and seeing other like-minded people waiting to enterthe space. The ceremony is being held outdoors, but the area is beautifully decorated with white chairs occupying both sides. The strategically and artistically placed colors give the area an intimate feel, making me wonder how it looks regularly.

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