Page 24 of Wifey
He sucked on my lips before his tongue explores my mouth again. His thrusts were gentle just as his kisses were. He kissed my neck, gently sucking on it before he moved to my ear and moaned into it.
My pussy tightened around his cock, pulling him deeper inside me. I’d never felt so full, and so complete. Our connection became powerful with each stroke, connecting with each other on a more intense level.
I became desperate for him, wrapping my legs around his waist and digging my nails into his back. I squeezed and clenched around his cock as Cameron thrust hard and fast inside of me, making me gasp and crazed.
“So beautiful, angel.” His low voice feathered my ear as I moaned. “So damn tight and wet for me.”
My mind went delirious before lust and urgency took over. I just wanted to fuck Cameron and not hold back. I rolled him over onto his back and rolled my body against his big, thick dick. “You remember how you taught me how to ride your dick, baby?” I moaned.
“I remember,” Cameron smiled at me and slapped my ass, “you didn’t forget.”
I leaned over and steadied Cameron’s chest with my hands. My ass bounced on his cock, gripping it with each thrust and making me tremble once again. I began to ride him hard and deep; my pussy lips kissed his balls with each thrust, slicking them.
Looking down at Cameron, I felt the smugness he had earlier. His lips were pursed and he gripped my hips. His eyes were heavy-lidded and damn it, I felt like a fucking goddess. I was going to fuck the soul out of this white boy.
Cameron grabbed me by the nape of my neck and wrapped his arms around me. He thrust hard upward inside me and I screamed. His cock touched my G-spot and I fucking lost it. I screamed his name out and Cameron came a short time later as he was buried deep inside me.
We stayed like that for a long while before I was the first to speak. “Iwas supposed to fuck you, Cameron.”
“AndIfucked you so here we are,” he chuckles and I join him.
Book II
Eleven
The next morning, I woke up and felt like I was in a dream. Did everything really went down the way it did? Was I really burglarized? Did Cameron kill two guys in front of me?
Did we really fuck all of the aggression and anger out of each other all last night?
As my eyes adjusted to the light, I felt to my left to see if Cameron was there. Cameron’s side of the bed was already empty and judging by the temperature, he was gone for a while as I slept. Knowing his activities, I would rather not know what Cameron had to do today.
I quickly showered and went to choose a new outfit in my small boutique of a closet. There were so many choices and my head spun thinking about the possibilities. Deciding on rag & bone jeans and a not-so obvious Chanel shirt, I completed the outfit with simple white gold jewelry and Jordans.
My outfit was unassuming but even I knew it cost a lot of money.
Cameron never flashed his wealth. He may have had a nice car and home, but he never made it a point to let everyone know how much money he had. He never wore a lot of bling and wasn’t a fan of promoting labels on his sleeve.
If Cameron wanted to spoil me, however, he went all out. He made sure everything I had was top of the line and worth a pretty penny. Of course, that type of generosity came with a hard and firm rule:
Mind my business.
I needed to go back to Fresh Espresso. Despite what happened the night before, it was better I go on like nothing ever happened. The last thing I needed was to bring any unnecessary attention to Cameron or me.
I don’t know who’s watching me. Furthermore, I don’t know who is targeting Cameron. The shooting last night proved he always has enemies even when he doesn’t realize they’re around. Whoever it is, however, they’re purposely getting sloppy.
I know about online trolls; people who want to disrupt and not add to the progression or conversation. They don’t want unity but they want to fight. I compare to what’s going on with Cameron is he’s dealing with trolls.
The difference between the online version and real life is that these trolls could actually kill and last night they wanted to kill us both.
I head downstairs and see Tesh in the foyer. She’s sipping coffee and reading through a magazine. She’s dressed in her finest pearls, Chuck Taylors, and casual wear. I reckoned her outfit is just as expensive, if not more than mine.
“Good Morning, Princess.” She says as she looks over her glasses. There’s a bit of a smile on her face but I haven’t figured it out if it’s warmth or annoyance. “Did you sleep well last night?”
It feels like a trick question. I don’t know if Tesh has a room here or if she stayed the night otherwise. I’m pretty sure the others must’ve told her about my screams and moans, and we might have kept everyone up all night. “Yeah,” I keep it classy, “I slept fine.”
“Good, good.” She nods and puts down the magazine. She approaches me and glances me over like how a mother would to her daughter. She approves and I quietly breathe a sigh of relief.
I know it shouldn’t make a difference because I’m already with Cameron, but I know how much he values Tesh. If Tesh approves of me, it’ll make everything easier and seamless with Cameron. The last thing I need is tension between us.
