"Goddamn, Lo, don't move. Don't you fucking move."
London felt the pulsating of his dick inside of her as he grunted. Any time she made him wait longer than a day or two, he'd have to work twice as hard not to cum before he had his fill of her. Too bad for him, she wasn't playing fair when she slowly rode his length.
"Shit, woman." His teeth pierced his lower lip while he tightly gripped her waist. "The fuck are you doing?"
She giggled, casting a glare down as his curled toes. If anyone could weaken her husband at the knees, she knew she could. She also wanted the family she'd created to spend some time alone before they had to make their annual trip to Pellum for her father's birthday. She loved her parents, even her annoying ass brothers, but what she loved even more was the man she called husband and father of her children.
"I'm already married, Lo. The fuck else you want from me?" He grunted as she bounced on his dick, her ass cheeks jiggling, which damn near had him in a trance. "I know… fuck."
Sweat poured down Cain's temples as his balls slapped underneath her pussy. If he could climb inside her, he would. He couldn't believe they'd been married a little more than twenty years. They had Cairo when they were nineteen and Gianna when they were twenty. If asked, they didn't look a day over twenty-five, even though they both were pushing close to forty.
"Lo, baby." He felt her walls pulsating around his length. He could tell by the way her body trembled that she was close to exploding.
"Right there, Cain. Oh, baby, I love you!" she screamed. Within seconds, his warm seed spilled forcefully inside her walls as they came together.
He applied gentle pecks up her spine until his lips landed against the shell of her ear.
"Thank you for this good pussy, baby. Same good ass pussy that got me two spoiled ass little niggas that you refuse to let live their lives." She sniggled, and he growled before he steadied her feet on the floor as he dislodged his dick. "Have my dick on a timer."
"I do not but do you ever not want to be intimate?" she asked, and he smirked.
"Naw, that's for niggas that didn't choose right. I chose right. It's past the grave and the sky for us, Mrs. Brighton. If I'm dead, you better hop your ass in the casket with me."
Crazily, Cain didn't crack a smile either. He meant exactly what he said. He didn't want anyone else to have her in their current life or any life where he didn't exist. It's why when she was diagnosed with breast cancer, he dropped everything and attended to his wife.
He helped their children with their businesses, but his main job was making sure London never wanted or needed anything, as she worked from home, brokering their deals. They had a huge operation from the west to the Midwest, soon to be the South, where large farms and ranches were located.
"I knew your ass was a little touched."
She pecked his lips and looked at the island of items she'd prepped for dinner. No matter how hard she worked or how much he may have eaten anytime he hung out with his staff, London made sure her husband left home with a full stomach and empty balls.
"Let me go get cleaned up because after dinner, I need to link up with my boy Gideon. Give my son a hug from me." He pulled up his sweatpants, his eyes still cemented on his wife's body. "I should knock these fucking flowers over."
"You better not." She pushed out pouty lips, suppressing a smile.
"Anyway, if I miss dinner, put something to the side, then bathe and be in bed when I come back if Misty doesn't pop up."
Misty was someone she'd grown close to when she joined the Cedar Spike Chamber of Commerce for Professional Black Women. It was filled with women of color who not only ran businesses but also dominated in their lane. Misty was one of them, serving as the top executive for Blue Brewery.
Anytime she was in town, they made it their business to spend time together, as Misty traveled back and forth from the east to the west coast. While Tuckerville on the East Coast was home, her husband, Prime, preferred Cedar Spike. Together, they were raising two teenagers. Anytime she needed some guidance on how not to strangle young adolescents pretending to be adults, London was her girl.
"I didn't plan on any company, but she just might. Misty wants to open up a brewery out of the country and wanted to pitch it to me. I'm not mad at her. Imagine me having a rich friend."
"Shit, you have a rich ass husband, woman."
"Are we millionaires?" she asked, and he smirked. "Exactly."
"We do well enough not to have to work for another motherfucker. Our kids may get us to that millionaire status. Who knows, but I ain't tripping if they don't."
"Gianna could marry rich," she suggested, and he grunted. "What?"
"You made Gianna so damn independent. What nigga could get her to settle down?"
"She's dated. Remember Misty's nephew, Trey?"
"The nigga that walked into her kitchen with a robe on when we were there? And Trey stands for Deuce the Third. Talking about'Are we cool if their son's nickname is Four Loco?'. The fuck does that even mean?"
They both laughed when Cain reminded her of that. They'd actually gone drinking that night when they decided to stop by and check on Gianna. She'd finally moved out against their wishes, but they knew sooner or later, once Swift left, she'd be next.
