"Shit, both of our children, but that doesn't mean I have to share my damn wife, Lo. You chose to cook and feed his big ass each night, not me. And that nigga sent flowers… again."
"He did?"
Cain growled when she playfully smacked his arm. "He thought I didn't know it was him. Besides, any nigga sending Mrs. Brighton flowers other than me or my son wants to be on the cover of an obituary and have old ladies fanning bitches in front of him in a casket."
"Please." She swatted at him. "No one wants me like that but you."
"See, that's where you're wrong, Mrs. Brighton." Cain gazed down at her, taking her voluptuous curves underneath her satin robe. He spun her around and hissed at the sight of her plump, round derriere. "You just don't know what the fuck you do to me, and your ass is smart too. That's why Swift's ass ain't married. They don't make them like you anymore, baby."
"No, he's not married because these young girls don't require more from him. All I know is that he'd better not bring us any illegitimate grandchildren. I'd still love my grandbabies, but after all the years I spent running their fast asses out of my laundry room or the garage with no pregnancy scares, I'll kill him if he tries me. Don't get me started on hiding in trunks of cars. Since when was that okay?"
"When we made a little nigga that looks as good as his daddy."
London giggled when he snaked his tongue in her ear, his hand slipping inside her satin robe. His loins hardened, pressed against her back. He dipped just enough so that her scent wafted underneath his nose. No matter how often she gave up the pussy, he never grew tired of being inside of his wife.
If she weren't so headstrong and focused, she would have finally secured her nursing degree and pushed out three or fourmore of his children. One thing Cain had learned about London Brighton was that she was one of a kind. He could never get enough of her, and he didn't want to.
"Cain, baby," she hissed as his greedy fingers found her lower lips, parting them and rubbing her swollen clit. She was slick to the touch, her essence, coupled with the shea butter scent, dancing in the air.
"Wait." She gripped the island, holding on to the edge when he lowered down to his knees and dragged her panties down to her ankles.
"Step out of them, Lo, and hurry the fuck up."
Cain's awaiting mouth couldn't wait to taste her as he eagerly palmed and then smacked her right ass cheek. Her smooth, rich, caramel skin tinged red where his handprint emerged as she glared at him. He smiled, but it was short-lived when he fished his heavy dick out of his boxers, and her jaw lowered in anticipation of choking on it.
"Damn," she whispered, then closed her eyes.
"It's your fault you're playing. You'll get this dick when I get what I want first," he declared, then slid it back in his sweatpants with a grin.
When London stepped out of her G-strings, he wasted no time marking his territory, his teeth pricking her ass. He spread her lower globes before two fingers lodged inside of her canal, her body shuddering as he worked them in and out of her.
"Shit, Lo. You hear that?"
The sound of her secretions excited him, but the sight of her glistening lower lips excited him even more as her essence covered his digits.
"Cain?" she whimpered as he licked his fingers, then sank them deeper inside her tunnel, causing her walls to contract.
From the first time he had London completely naked in his hospital bedroom, he knew how to get her off by the mere plunge of his fingers, let alone his dick.
"Baby? I?—"
"Shhhh." He wanted to hear his pussy talk as it leaked all over his fingers. "You're interrupting me."
London grunted when he smacked her left ass cheek. He felt her body tense, her eyes slit as she looked over her shoulder. He knew then she was growing antsy, needing him inside of her, but she had to wait. He needed his mouth full of her throbbing center.
"Let me eat this pussy first, baby." Cain spread her lower lips apart, then slowly glided his flattened tongue against her pussy before he gently sucked her swollen clitoris. "Fuck, Lo. Taste too fucking good."
She rolled her hips, taking a slow ride on his face to the point her essence covered his nose down to his chin. Cain inserted his tongue completely inside her sugary walls as he flicked her nub.
"C-Cain, baby. Fuck. I love your ass, nigga."
Tears rained down her face, her skin peppered with goosebumps as the laps of his tongue had her juicing enough nicely before he finished her off with the best dick she'd ever had.
"Fuck me… fuck me now."
He pulled away just enough and whispered, "Say please."
"P-Please!" He stood, then quickly shoved his sweatpants down before he dipped just enough to ease inside of her.
