“Stand your ass up and keep them heels on,” I ordered after she finished licking a nigga dry.
You would think that a nigga would be ready to lay down after that good ass head, but I wanted to break my wife off with the punishment dick. I was about to teach her ass a lesson, then she’ll know to stop fuckin playing with me like I’m a damn joke. She stood up and did exactly as she was told. I pulled her in front of me and grabbed her by the waist, and slightly bent her over on the arm of the couch. I rammed my dick inside of her already hot, juicy pussy.
“Shittt Sin…I love you baby,” she panted, placing her hands on the couch and making the arch in her back even deeper. I continued to hit her with death strokes, burying my dick balls deep into her pussy. Literally, my whole damn dick was filling her ass up, giving her little ass no fuckin room to breathe, even if she wanted to.
“Go ahead, apologize to daddy. Tell daddy you sorry for acting up,” I said, talking shit as I banged my dick in and out of her, showing her little ass no mercy.
“Uhhh….I’m sorry baby,” she moaned as she fucked me back. She was trying to take that dick like a champ, but each time I threw it, she would catch it but then whimper like a little puppy.
I was fuckin her too good. She started screaming my name, and I knew she was getting ready to cum. I had both hands on her hips, guiding her back down on my dick each time it came out. Her hands were still gripping the edge of the sofa as I stood there, thrusting my hips from side to side inside of her soaking wet pussy.
“Shitttttt babbbyyy,” she moaned, turning around to look back at me over her shoulder. I smirked as I watched her body shake from that one. I let her get herself together before I went back in. When she didn’t expect it, I rammed my dick right back inside of her, not even giving her enough time to recuperate.
“I bet that nigga from last night couldn’t fuck you like this,” I taunted, bringing my hand around to softly massage her clit.
“And I bet that bitch you met….Ohhh shittt...in Atlanta can’t take this dick like I can,” she shot back. I laughed as I slapped her ass. I don’t why the fuck my wife thought I had a bitch in Atlanta.
“I told you the only bitch I got is you,” I said, pulling out and throwing her on her back. I grabbed ahold of her ankles and put them over her head. I was fuckin her like I was doing push-ups and I knew this would shut her shit-talking ass up now. I still wanted to see if she could talk shit from this position, though. This shit got her every time. Crying and shit, begging a nigga to stop.
“Talk that shit now! What you was saying?” I asked as I moved deep inside of her, hitting her with long deep strokes. Sweat dripped from my body to hers, because I was really killing my wife with this dick down. She didn’t say shit; all she could do was lay there and make those sexy ass fuck faces that she did, holding onto my shoulder for dear life. I saw a tear fall from her eyes and I knew I was in too deep. She tried to move her hand from me so that she could quickly wipe it away, but I reached down and slapped her hand out of the way.
“Naw naw don’t cry. You said you could take this dick, so take it,” I said, leaning up to stand up, dick still inside, and putting one of her toes in my mouth.
She started throwing that pussy back at me, and I knew then that I had pissed her off. I made a grunt when her soft walls started sucking a nigga all the way in.
“Mmmm my spot baby,” she cried.
“Shit I’m cumiiing,” she moaned.
I came inside her and fell right on top of her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, breathing heavy.
“I love you Sin,” she panted into my ear. Hearing her say that to me was like music to a nigga’s ears.
“I love you too, with your hard headed ass. How you even knew where I was at?” I asked, placing kisses around her neck.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, smiling at me.
I smirked as I rolled over onto my back and pulled her on top of me. She laid with her head on my chest and looked at me.
“Baby, do you really want a divorce?” she asked, looking at me with sad eyes.
“No, you know I’m not letting your fine ass go nowhere,” I told her.
“Okay and baby, you do know that Niy is yours,” she said.
“Yeah baby, you don’t have to try and convince me of that. Baby, I already know. Baby girl look just like a nigga,” I confessed.
“Okay and one last thing. Are you going to come back home?” she asked me.
“I’ll see,” I told her.
I watched as a tear fell from her eyes, and she quickly wiped it away. She laid her head back on my chest and few minutes later, she was passed out. I was going to come back home; I just needed to hang something over her head.
Chapter 27: Imani
3 Months later
“What did the test say?” Breesha asked when I came from out of the bathroom in my bedroom.