Page 62 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon

“I never worried about that until Bronx died, and I saw it up close. Now, I’m confined to the walls of this house.” Toni motioned around her with her hands. “I use being a stay-at-home mom as an excuse. I have a degree. I could get a job; we can afford to have someone take care of our kids. I guess I’m worried if I go out there, anything could happen.”

“Things have been quiet since Bronx and everything. But I don’t think any of them ever let any of this go. I know Jasiel hasn’t. They all nearly died, and the person who did this is still out there. I hate even thinking about what could happen, but…”

“It’s what you’re used to,” Toni finished for her.

Once all the guests cleared out, it was just the cleaning crew, Toni, and Bull. The kids were tucked safely in their beds, and after making sure he tipped and paid everyone for their services, he let the Pristine Cleaning crew out and advised his security at the gate to make sure everything was secure. Shedding the jacket to his suit and kicking off his loafers near the door, Bull reimagined the night and smiled, taking off his cufflinks and undoing his shirt and tie. The night was good to him, and he was still lit when he stopped in the doorway to his living room. His wife stood there swaying to the soft sounds of Toni Braxton’s “I Love Me Some Him” softly crooning through the speakers on the first floor. She’d made all this happen for him, and he wanted to return the gesture.

Her back was turned when he slid behind her, nuzzling her neck and applying soft kisses as her hands fell at her side. A wave of shudders swept over her, sending her body into an arch. Bull’s hands were moisturized, but he still had a roughness in his touch when he caressed her. Gliding his fingers under the thin straps of her dress, he slowly moved them past her shoulders, applying intentional pecks along her warm skin.

“You can hang this mothafucka up. This the first and last time anybody sees you in this dress besides me.” He used both hands to ease it down the rest of her curvaceous figure, licking his lips when he absorbed the dip in her back and her soft ass.

Dropping the dress at her feet, Bull slipped into a trance when Toni stepped out of it, leaving her heels on. Swiping his tongue across his lips, he drank in every inch of her 5’7” frame. His hands landed on her waist, spinning her around so she faced him. Glistening hunger flitted through her low, buzzed eyes when his mouth smothered hers.

“Mmm.” A soft moan slipped off her lips when he knelt to scoop her into his arms.

Toni reveled in his touch when he carried her to the couch and positioned her on her back. Admiring her glowing brown sugar skin and bare breasts staring at him, Bull lost his train of thought. Her nipples were as erect as his dick. She climbed onto her knees, reaching for the buckle to his pants, and pulled them down anxiously. When his dick sprang out, her eyes burned with excitement.

“Sss.” Bull’s head rolled back.

Toni’s tongue swiped gently against his balls, and he released a deep rumble. Licking a straight line to the tip, she gobbled him up, looking him dead in the eye. He almost busted from the visual alone. Loosening her jaws, she allowed him to fill her mouth, inch by inch. Needing little guidance, she rested her hands against his thighs and went to work like she was bobbing for apples, leaving her mouth and his dick drenched with her saliva.

When she made a gagging noise but kept going, Bull lost his shit. Fisting her hair, he drew her face closer so they were chest to chest. He devoured her mouth, feeding her nothing but tongue before he kicked his shoes off. After sliding his pants and boxers down his legs, he stepped out of them.

With his arm tightly encased around her back, they slowly drifted to the couch together. Toni’s thighs locked at his hips with both arms joined around his neck. Coming up for air, Bull trailed kisses down her chest. Pausing at her breasts, his tongue latched onto her raisin-like nipples and gently suckled each one before his tongue swiped her stomach. He pecked her belly button, and used his fingers to tug her panties down and admire her perfectly trimmed pussy. He dipped a finger inside to test the waters and found her snug and already wet.

Using the tip of his tongue, he toyed with her bud before latching on and proceeding to suck her soul, so she knew what the fuck this was. Toni’s mind spiraled as she clawed at the pillows. Bull took her past her peak and plunged into her meticulously to send her over again. Just as she was on the verge of another explosion, he kissed along her inner thighs and sat up between them.

Using the tip, he stroked it against her swollen lips, coating it with her sweetness before dipping inside her warm slit.

“Fuck, T!” Bull groaned, taking his bottom lip between his teeth when her walls constricted around his manhood.

He thrusted his hips so he could go as deep as she would allow. Pressing down into her warm flesh, his fingers grabbed her meaty thigh, and his mouth crashed into hers. Toni raised her hips, meeting his thrusts with hers and igniting a low growl from Bull. He hammered into her with short but slow pumps, and there was no way to tell where she ended and he began. Driving into her with slow, circular pumps, he barely pulled out while tapping at uncharted territory. Toni’s breathing slowed, clinging to his muscular arms. Pleasure she’d never felt or imagined suddenly tore through her, sending her bud flowing like a waterfall. Her center pulsed and fastened around his dick, and Bull grew lightheaded. His blood surged as need pumped through him, and he lost the grip on his restraint. A paralyzing quiver swam through him, and he dumped his seeds inside her.

“I love you, Bezai,” Toni whispered, planting another adoring kiss on his lips when his forehead dropped against hers.

When Bull lifted his head to peer into her warm irises, a strange sensation tightened his throat at her words, but his eyes reflected the same emotion. Suddenly, he wanted to keep her close to him and never let her slip through his fingers. Cuffing her chin, he swooped in for another tender kiss.

“What you love about me, T?” he asked, pulling out of her folds and positioning himself beside her as they both caught their breaths.

“You doubt me?” she asked, a smile toying with her lips when she reared her neck to study his expression.

He reached for one of her nipples and tweaked it gently between his thumb and first finger before looking into her eyes. His sudden brooding caused her brows to cinch.

“I know we slipped up a time or two. Bijou is proof of that.” He palmed her breast and stroked her beading areola with his thumb.

Smiling, her eyes glided to the ceiling.

“She is. The best of both of us.” Grabbing his hand, she intertwined their fingers and studied their wedding rings.

“You love me like you love Bronx?” he questioned, watching her smile wane before she licked her lips.

His words sent a stabbing to her chest that she wasn’t prepared for. Bull waited for her to answer, but Toni wasn’t sure how.

“Is that what this has been about? Why you won’t let me in? Why every time we get close, you make sure to pull away?” she interrogated.

“That’s my fucking brother. You think this been easy for me?” A disgruntled frown settled on his face.

“No. Not at all.” Toni slowly sat up, but he pressed a hand against her abdomen and nudged her onto her back.