Page 69 of Intentional Foul
Jhae hummed the lyrics to me again, adding a few additional words. She belted the chorus, moving into the second verse. It made me emotional as she sang. A few times she mentioned my heart was golden or my actions were pure. I’m okay with being her muse or reason behind a love song.
“Are you talking about me?” I teased.
Jhae shrugged one shoulder with a shy expression afterward. “Yes.”
I jerked my head backward. Capturing her hand, I nudged her toward me. She stood, resting her guitar on the seat. Sitting on my lap, I cradled her in my arms.
“You think my heart is golden?” I asked.
“Yes, I do. Even Vegas came from a place of love,” she said.
I pulled back a piece of hair from her face. The light from the fire highlighted the brown hues of her brown eyes. Caressing her face, I leaned in and secured a kiss. The wetness from her mouth traveled through my body.
“Can we go inside? I want to show you the stars,” she said.
“You mean lie in the bed and look at the stars,” I corrected.
Jhae lifted from my hold, pulling me upward. I stood at her insistence. She entered the dome, closing the curtains, leaving me to put out the fire. I entered the room to find my wife naked, and my heart slammed against my chest. The view of her petite frame, small but defined curves, and music note tats on her hip, hardened my dick. She walked toward the bathroom, summoning me to her with her index finger. The bounce of hersmall but round ass put my feet in motion. I lost an article of clothing with each step.
Entering the bathroom, I was fully naked, and she waved me inside the shower. Jhae moved soap around my body as if she were a painter caressing a canvas. I joined her by touching her tattoo and various parts of her body. My dick stood at attention, but she climbed out of the shower, leaving me hard.
“Don’t you touch it,” she said before leaving me alone in the bathroom.
I discovered my wife had climbed into bed. She leaned back on her elbows, glaring into the sky at the stars. I moved closer to her, mirroring her position, leaning my head back, staring into the sky. Jhae licked the tip of my dick, and my body jumped. I swallowed the lump that developed in my throat.
“I’m going to show you the stars,” she said before dropping to her knees.
The more her mouth covered my dick, the more my breath hitched. The warmth of her tongue pulled at my soul as she surrounded my shaft.This can’t be happeningplagued my thoughts as she pulled on my dick. Recalling what she said in Chicago, I gripped her short cut and guided her at the pace I wanted. My eyelids fluttered as I commanded her mouth and motion. The closer I inched toward an orgasm, I paused her head with her hair.
“I’m getting ready to cum,” I said in a hard stutter, and she shrugged her shoulders. “Jhae, baby.”
She pulled back, allowing the tip of her tongue to flicker across my dick. “I belong to you, Malcolm. You are the boss. You cum in my mouth or on my face. It’s your choice, and let’s not have this discussion again,” she said and covered my dick.
I moaned as she encouraged me to guide her head. My fucking toes curled as I came inside her mouth.
Jhae
“I love shopping. It’s the best place to pick up women,” Marquise said.
A click sounded from behind, signaling that he’d unbuckled his seat belt. I leaned my head back on Malcolm’s arm, and he kissed my lips.
“Does he ever get tired of sex?” I questioned after our lips separated.
“Hell nawl,” Marquise answered, and Malcolm chuckled.
He reached over the seat and tapped my shoulder. “Let’s go, Jhae. You’re my wingman.”
My eyes toggled over to Malcolm as he continued to snicker. Entering the cute boutique, I vibed with the aesthetic of the store. The wall colors weren’t your traditional white; they were more shades of brown. There was a nice rug and couch in the middle of the store with large mirrors near the dressing room.
A few girls had given Marquise their attention with their snickering. I selected a red two-piece because I knew red was Malcolm’s favorite color.
“Jhaeeeeeeeeeeee.”
I whipped my body around to find two college-aged women squealing from across the room. Before I could wave, they were running full force in my direction.
“I told you that was Jhae,” someone voiced.
Malcolm and Marquise shifted to the side as the various aged women crowded my space. Questions were coming at me full force.
