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Iwas sitting on my patio, smoking a blunt. I had an uneasy feeling all week, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. The last time I felt like this, I had to send my daughter to New York because niggas were testing my gangsta. I was done with the bullshit and ran my gambling ring like an iron fist. I had politicians and police officers on my payroll, so I didn’t understand the feeling that came across my soul.

I sipped my cognac as I stared at the beautiful lake in my backyard. The liquid swirled around in my glass as I smoked my blunt. I was stressed but didn’t want Athena to overthink shit, so I kept the feeling to myself. I knew what my wife was capable of. She was the female version of me. She probably felt it but didn’t speak on it, just as I didn’t. I knew something was coming, but didn’t know what. Of course, I could handle it, but I was getting too old for this shit. I was lost in my thoughts because I didn’t even hear Athena walk onto the patio.

My wife was so fucking sexy that to this day, I don’t know how the fuck I bagged her. Even after three kids, and at forty-two years old, she still looked as young as our kids. I wasn’ttoo bad myself. My salt and pepper locs hung down my back, which I kept retwisted, and I had hazel eyes. I kept my skin in tip-top shape as well as my body by working out in our home gym every day. At the age of forty-six, I could retire from this shit, but it was an addiction for me. The power I had was unmatched. I never knew when I had to get my hands dirty, so I was always on alert.

Over the years, I had amassed billions of dollars running my gambling ring but covering it up through clubs and laundromats. I even had contracted companies that cleaned money for me on my payroll. The only thing I didn’t deal with was selling drugs. That shit was too risky. I made sure my kids got the best education, but they were always ready for whatever needed to take place. My only concern was my daughter. She was a Daddy’s girl, and she had been secretly begging me to come back home, but I had been telling her no. I didn’t want her to come back here, but when she mentioned that the niggas out there were mentioning me and knew she was my daughter, that got to me. It meant that someone was watching and watching too hard for my fucking liking. I had to get a handle on it and quick.

“You only smoke and drink in the afternoon when something is bothering you, so what’s going on? Who I gotta kill?” she said, straddling my lap, facing me. She took the blunt from my hand and pecked my lips.

My hand went to her thigh and caressed it. I didn’t know what the fuck she used on her skin, but it always felt like silk. Athena gave me peace when my mind was in the midst of a storm. I was the only man she had ever been with. She didn’t know what any other dick felt like, and I wore that shit like a badge of honor. I could stand on all ten toes and feet and say that she never cheated on me. I would kill us both if she did.

“Nothing, just thinking about some shit.” I watched as she smoked the blunt.

Athena had on a pink silk dress that barely covered her ass, and she didn’t wear panties unless we had company, and we didn’t. She came sniffing for dick. She took my glass from my hand and sipped it with a smile.

“Why you lying to me, Melph? You are my soulmate. Everything you feel, I feel, so tell me what’s going on.” She set the glass on the table and held the blunt between her lips.

I slowly lifted her dress above her waist and palmed her ass cheeks.

She groaned. “Tell me what’s wrong, Melph.” Her hand reached for my dreads, and she slightly pulled them.

I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth. She knew just what to do to take my mind off shit that was bothering me. She looked down between us and saw the dick print through my cargo shorts.

“Take him out,” she told me.

I didn’t have to look down to know what she was talking about. I pulled my monster out between the slit of my boxers and shorts. She lifted herself and eased down on my dick with precision. The feeling never got old. Warm. Wet. Tight. Heavenly. Gripping my shit as she hit the base and sat there. I ain’t never been a minute nigga, but her shit had me about to bust. I could never get used to her pussy because it felt different every time I was inside her. I gripped her hips tight as fuck as she hissed, but took the blunt from her lips.

“Athena, you not playing fair.” I grabbed the back of her hair with one of my hands.

The smoke flowed out of her mouth, making my dick pulsate. She tightened her muscles around my girth and rolled her hips in a slow wind.

“Because you not telling me what’s going on. I gotta put you under my pussy spell to get you to tell me.” She rocked back and forth, slow as fuck, driving me crazy.

“If I knew what the fuck was going on, you would be the first to know. You know how I feel about secrets, so why would I keep them from you?” I groaned.

She got on her toes and sat up, just riding the tip of my dick. Her warm clit rubbed against the head, causing a friction that was about to send a nigga into orbit.

“Stop playing and ride my shit, Athena.” My dick jumped, and she moaned.

“Find out what the fuck is going on, or Imma take this pussy from you until you do.”

She slid back down and started bucking like a stallion on my shit. Hard. Slow. Wet. Creamy. Up. Down. Circle. Steady. She was taking me slow and hard, and I couldn’t handle this shit. I was out of my fucking body. If she took this sweet shit from me, I would carve her pussy from her body, then divorce her so she couldn’t fuck another nigga. I wasn’t stupid. I knew niggas looked at my wife when we went out, but they knew better than to even speak.

“Fuck. Okay, okay, okay. I’ll find out.” My dick was about to bust.

I lifted us and flipped her ass on all fours.

Athena arched her back, and I used my hands to spread her ass cheeks. She jiggled her ass, and I smacked one cheek at a time. She swung her hair to one side and looked back at me, licking her lips. Then, she tooted her ass against the tip of my dick, pushing her way toward it. I grabbed the base and rubbed it up and down her sloppy, wet clit and the rim of her ass. I tapped my dick between her ass cheeks before inserting my dick back inside her. I was in control; I moved in and out of her at an angle that made her knees buckle.

“You love this dick, huh?”

She couldn’t answer me. All she could do was moan. I was glad our home was secluded and private, because if not, the neighbors would know my name. Before my nut could spit out my dick and into her womb, my phone rang.

“Don’t stop, motherfucker. I’m about to nut.” Athena had turned into a demon.

I knew her nut was about to come. I grabbed my phone and looked at it. This was a call I had to take. If it were anybody else, I would have ignored it and kept fucking my wife, but I couldn’t.

“I got to get this shit. It is important, bae. I’m sorry.”