“You get on my nerves,” I glare up at him.
“You cya wait?” he grins, slapping it against me. When he finally pushes in, I gasp. The stretch. The fullness. The way he owns me.
“Finally… Ahhh…”it’s dreamy.
He strokes deep, agonizingly slow. Gripping my hips, choking me, whispering how much he loves being in me makes my toes curl. My vibrator hums against my clit while his thrusts get brutal.
So, so good ughhh!
“Member how yuh treat me yesterday?” he pants, voice thick, the muscles in his back tightens as he leans and thrusts into me. It’s so manly, so sexy to stare at.
“Hmm?” I smirk. He pounds harder, unforgiving. My back arches off the bed. I’m shaking, lost in the rhythm, the filth, the love. The big diamond flashing on my finger making me sink my teeth in my lip.
“If this a punishment, I need to misbehave every damn day ahhhh!” I scream. He kisses me roughly, palms squeezing my breasts, tongue deep. I grab the sheets, lost in the intensity, the pleasure curling tight in my belly.
“Mmmm Nickoi, faster!” I plead and he delivers.
Again.
And again.
The sound of my wetness, the headboard crashing in the wall, his groans, my moans, it’s a symphony. Then it hits me like a wave crashing. The sounds of my moans boost him.
“You have the prettiest moans,” he’s smiling hard. My eyes rolling back.
“Yes! Just like that! Nickoiiii—” My orgasm explodes through me, legs trembling, nails clawing his back.
He follows, releasing deep inside me, still grinding as he watches me fall apart.
Breathless, sweaty, heart thumping, I meet his eyes.
“This is only the beginning of my delinquency, Mr. Jacobs.”
He smirks, licking his lips.
“Mi ready fi all a it.”
56
Sign
“So, how was the honeymoon?” Mommy asks while preparing dinner.
It has been two days, just two days since I officially became Mrs. Jacobs, and I’m still getting used to it.
I peek into the oven to check if the baked Macaroni and Cheese is ready, feeling my mom’s gaze on me. I try to dodge her question. Should I reveal how Nickoi rearranged…. I mean, how himangleme?
Her hands rest on her hips, and she wears a knowing smile. “Mi already know wah happen, member say mi did get married. Mi just wah hear it from you.”
I smile shyly and place the container of macaroni and cheese on the counter. They look so moist, delicious, and the aroma is heavenly.
“Can the babies try this?” I ask, curiously.
“Of course, mek it cool a little,” she replies.
Shortly after, Kace joins us. He gives her a quick peck on the cheek before reaching for an Irish Moss from the fridge. My eyes drift to my babies, who are cooing to each other as if they’re sharing secrets.
I snap a picture and send it to their dad.
