Page 61 of Kandi's Crush: A BWWM Sweet Billionaire Romance

My perfect wife. My beautiful and talented wife.

My head slumped when the wet warmth of her mouth surrounded my cock and her fingers tickled my sack. I used every fiber of my strength to keep from thrusting my hips forward and ramming into her throat. I would not fuck my wife’s mouth.

At least not this morning.

My exquisite wife kept me in a perpetual state of torture by smoothly moving her head up and down, savoring every inch. Her eyes hinted at amusement and pride, and her perfect lips smiled around my cock. She enjoyed driving me mad with her mouth.

The hand not wrapped around my dick drifted from her breast down to her hot, wet cunt.

“Sweets, that’s mine. Don’t touch it.”

She let out a groan of displeasure, which made me jolt until I almost came out of my skin.

I lost all sense of time as my wife satisfied me with her mouth. I didn’t want it to end.

“That’s it. Don’t stop. Keep going.”

Kandace continued to suck and knead and moan against my dick until my release spurted into her pretty throat. She pumped her hands until all the seed drained from me, and like a champ, she swallowed every drop of my seed without spilling.

She licked me clean and left me completely satisfied as she moved to rest her head on my shoulder, wrapping her body around mine.

“Did you enjoy the reception?”

“Yes, I did. How about you?”

“I loved it until the drama with my mama.” She smirked as she tried not to giggle.

“Are you ready to go back to work?” I asked with hesitation, not wanting to change the mood.

“Not really.”

“I don’t think?you should do it. If it isn’t in you to do it, then don’t fit yourself into someone else’s mold. Do what makes you happy.” I grinned and pinned her hot, naked body to me. She smiled wryly.

“I’m being a chickenshit.”

“No, you’re not. You’re the bravest woman I know. Loyalty to your family and your heritage is important and counts for something.”

I gazed at my wife. I couldn’t contain the amount of love I had for her. I ran my tongue in a path from her mouth to her clavicle. Her eyes lit up with anticipation, and her breathing quickened.

“My sweet, I’m still hungry for you.”

Kandace

On Monday morning, I awakened bright and early. I took a long shower before sliding on my Scrub-A-Dub polo shirt, khakis, and tennis shoes. I pulled my hair back with a tortoiseshell headband. I brushed on foundation, mascara, blush, and plum sheer lipstick. I looked at the reflection staring back at me. My smile was unassured. Was I going to make it through the day? How would my mother respond to my presence?

On the kitchen countertop sat a small glass vase filled with yellow roses with red tips. My husband stood at the range cooking breakfast - scrambled eggs and bacon.

“Good morning, Sweets. Give me a minute for the toast. I cut a grapefruit for you and put it in the refrigerator, or there is juice.”

“Wow. Thank you. The flowers are beautiful.”

“I wanted to give you a reminder that today will be a beautiful day.”

I would report to the Scrub-A-Dub offices. I hadn’t been there in the ten weeks?since?Chadwick and I married. I hadn’t heard from my mother since the reception, and since two weeks of the silent treatment was too long, my mood had grown sullen. I’d vowed to face my mother and get her to say more than two words to me. I missed her.

We hadn’t had a Sunday dinner in over two months. I feared that if we didn’t resolve things soon,?our family might never fully recover. Auntie had tried to reach out to me, but she was in the middle of my mother and me. Goody and Pop-Pop kept me in the loop, but as with most facets of our lives, Celeste Alexander owned and managed it.

My mother and I built the foundation of our relationship on her setting expectations and me exceeding those expectations. I was a devoted and faithful daughter. I did what she wanted at the expense of my happiness. I desperately wanted her to open her eyes and see the love I shared with my husband.

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