Page 32 of I'm So Mega
“Mama! Why would you say that in front of us?” Sadie said with slitted eyes. “That was so nasty and unnecessary.”
This was like watching a soap opera, but a funny one. Shan, Whimsy, Mekole, and I couldn’t stop our laughter at the girls’ discontent. It was hilarious. With the exception of Mekole, we’d watched Sadie and Croya pretty much grow up. They were both over twenty-one and considered grown women.
“Unnecessary. Did this girl just tell me it was unnecessary?” It was clear that Fiona was undone. “No, let me tell you what is unnecessary. Your grown ass out here getting grown dick and walking from your house in the back to mine to ask me to tell your daddy how that grown ass dick got you pregnant. That’s what’s unnecessary.”
Mekole ooped. “Time to woman up, my love. You’re about to be a mama now. What you scared for.”
Croya dropped her head. When she lifted it, my heart sank to see tears in her eyes. I was an overly emotional woman. Mega called me a sympathetic crier.
“I know Daddy is going to be disappointed in me because I’m not married. I don’t want to see the look in his eyes.” Croya’s sniffles released. “I don’t want to be a disappointment to him, Mama.”
Fiona’s resolve softened. She sat next to her daughter and pulled her into her arms. “Awe, baby, . . . you could never be a disappointment to me or your daddy. Is this a shock to our senses? Yes. Is it hard to admit that our baby girls are growing up? Yes. We love you so much.”
All heads in the room turned to face me. By now, I had a Kleenex in my hand, blowing my nose. I was a mess.
“Really, Ruth?” Shan’s face was all kind of torn up. “All these years with Mega and your ass is still soft as that tissue.”
I put my finger up and shook it at everyone in the room. “Do not do me. All of y’all know that I love, love. A mother’s love is one of the purest forms.” I sniffled a little bit. “Can I have a hug, guys?”
Shan and Whimsy laughed. Shan was the first to lean over from her seat to hug me. Next thing I knew, everyone had crowded on top of me for a group hug. I thanked God daily for my sisterhood of crazy girls.
A Short Time Later. . .
I smacked Mega’s hands from my hips. “Aht, aht, aht. I told you no touching.”
My hand went back to his chest. Usually, he would say that he was stroking my pussy with his dick. Today, I was massaging his dick with my pussy. One element of our marriage that I loved was our sex life. I’d heard married couples talk about how dead their sex or intimacy level became after they married. Sex and intimacy were not always the same. You could have one without the other.
“Ruth, what the hell? How are you going to ride me like a horse but not let me touch you?” He tried to grab my hips again.
I came in from brunch with the girls, ready for action. Mega was always about that action, so we meshed well every time. I leaned forward, putting my lips near his ear. I made sure I didn’t stop the bounce of my butt. I allowed moans to slip through my lips before I spoke. “Mr. Manfield, the horse doesn’t touch the jockey. Let me ride.”
“Ruth, you got me messed up.” His sexy jaw flexed the tighter his face became. I listened to him mumble under his breath before he snatched the pillow from under his head and the other beside him. He took them and put them on both sides of me before he placed his hand in the perfect placement to hold my hips. “Now you got guardrails like those kid petting zoos that let them ride the animals. Hold on.”
With a grip that I felt shouldn’t have been as tight as it was considering it was outside of pillows, he thrusted into me like the dick demon that he was. Yes, Mega was God’s child, but that dick was a descendant of the devil. It was such a weird yet satisfying thing to love.
“Mega! Wait, baby.” This was why I didn’t want him to touch me. You never gave the devil assistance. “Oh my gosh! It feels like my pussy is going to fall out.”
His strokes and thrusts abruptly stopped. “Ruth, don’t damn play with me. Did you have any edibles at brunch?” When I asked what that had to do with anything, he lifted me from his body. “Nah, I don’t have time to be running around this house looking for a missing pussy. I’ll beat my dick in the shower before I do that again.”
I fell over with laughter at my husband because just why? He was so serious. “Baby, I only had half of a half. Why can’t you believe that you just satisfy me so well?”
This man stood at the side of our bed with a tight jaw and his dick in his hand jacking it. “Ruth, I told your simple ass to not do any of those Cali edibles that Mekole gives you. It was bad enough when you did the ones from around here. I bet you drank wine too.”
And did!Mega claimed I was weird when I ate edibles, but I begged to differ. I felt like I was freakier, and my man loved freaky. I climbed to the end of the bed the sexiest way that I knew how. “Baby, why does that matter? Don’t you like it when I throw all these holes on you?”
“Ruth Lindsay Manfield, I love your holes, your heart, everything about you. Let me tell you what I don’t like. When we spend an hour looking for a pussy that’s still attached to your body because that edible got you tripping.” He still stroked his dick with his hand as he spoke. “Matter of fact, come here. Give me that mouth hole. At least if your throat falls out, you won’t be talking.”
My eyes were tight, but my mouth followed instructions. He knew this act turned me on just as much as him in any other hole. There was a rough gentleness that he was able to accomplish when he pumped in and out of my mouth. I came at least twice every time. Mega took care of himself and ate well, so I didn’t have to worry about his cum taste.
“Damn, I’m about to sauce your throat. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” His grunt as he came triggered my orgasm.
Mega still cursed but nowhere near as much as he used to. On the opposite side of the spectrum, I cursed more often. It mostly was when I was mad or during sex. After I swallowed every drop of his sauce, I stood on my feet. When he smacked my ass and told me to come take a shower with him, I smiled.He’s gonna give me the dick.
A Little Time Later. . .
I was in the kitchen prepping dinner for the night. Garlic parmesan chicken was requested. I loved being a housewife and a mother. Yes, I still worked at the restaurant as well as did my book blogs on TikTok and YouTube, but that was more for enjoyment. I was paid handsomely for my book blogs, which was cool. Last week, I included the kids on a book we read as a family. That video received over a million views after the first day on TikTok alone.
The boys were in their rooms with their game louder than I would have liked it to be. I walked over to the intercom and pressed the button. “Boys, turn that television down now. I should not hear it in the kitchen.”
