Her with these damn nicknames. She had one for everyone. Just last week, she was calling J’Ru Ruru and Kaymen Kay-Kay. I was clowning them a little too much and ended up getting one myself. The shit was corny as fuck.
“Here you go with all that soft shit, sis.” I shook my head with a chuckle. I averted my attention over to Jazzlyn and extended my hand to her. “Let me holla at you real quick.”
“Ahk, it can’t wait?”
“No. Now c’mon.” She saw the look in my eye and set her hand into mine.
“Oop! I know that’s right, Keemy,” Brit continued to egg me on as she rubbed her belly.
“Drink your mocktail and shut up, Brit,” Jazzlyn said over her shoulder while I was leading her back inside.
I took the first right down the hall, pulling her into a bathroom before locking the door behind us. “What’s up with you?”
An exasperated huff of air fled out of her as she rolled her eyes. “I told you I was fine. Stop pressing the issue.”
“You out there with a frown on your face… matter of fact, turn around,” I ordered her.
She shot me this crazed look as if I was talking gibberish. “Ahk?”
I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. “Turn around, Jazzlyn.”
My kisses trailed down to her jawline, and as soon as I hit her soft spot, a light moan aired out of her. She folded and turned around so she was facing the mirror before us. She had on this knitted dress that was perfect for the nice weather outside. I lifted it up as she bent over the sink, exposing her ass in the thong she was wearing.
Anticipation flashed her eyes as I slid her panties down. I dropped my shorts and briefs, and my dick stood up. I slid into her from behind, her tightness and warmth the perfect remedy for the pain in my arm.
She gripped the sides of the sink as my strokes quickened. “You lying to me now?”
“N- no,” she stammered before she was cut off by another moan. The way her ass was recoiling against me had me ready to bust within seconds, but I held it in.
“So, cheer the fuck up then,” I grunted as my hands gripped some of her hair. I pulled it slightly, causing a hazy look to gloss over her eyes. She loved that shit, and from the way her mouth was hanging open, I was giving her exactly what she needed. “You hear me?”
“Yes… I hear you. Shit, I feel you too.” She threw her ass back on me.
We locked eyes in the mirror, and she lost it. Her moans grew louder as she reached behind her in an attempt to push me back so she could gain some leverage. With my free hand, I pushedher hand away and continued knocking her pussy out the frame. She was so damn wet that we could hear it. Her pussy sounded like that good ole mac and cheese Talia was making for us to grub on for dinner.
Dick wasn’t going to fix her problems; however, it was a quick stress reliever, and my baby needed it.
My hand went from her hair then wrapped around her neck. “Daddy said he’ll handle the club. When I tell you something, that’s what the fuck I mean, Lovey.”
“Shit… Daddy, I’m about to c-cum.” Her eyes clenched shut.
I tapped the side of her face, signaling her to open her eyes so we could maintain eye contact through the mirror. “You trust Daddy?”
Unable to get her words out, she nodded her head as tears brimmed her eyes. The pressure was building in the pit of her stomach and was due to bubble over at any second. I knew the look in her eye whenever she got antsy and was ready to cum for me. It was my favorite look.
“Let me fucking hear you say it,” I demanded through clenched teeth with my lips next to her ear.
Her hips bucked as she tossed her head back. “I trust you!” She came all over my dick, and I followed up and filled her up with my nut.
“I don’t wanna see that frown on your face no more.” I caressed her chin after we cleaned up.
She couldn’t contain the little smile that pulled onto her lips as she nodded. Together, we exited the bathroom, and I sent a smack to her ass as she led the way back to the backyard. Her spirit was lighter. I had given her my word. Now I had to figure some shit out.
Chapter Eighteen
JAZZLYN
Last timeI saw Abraham was when Ahk and I sat down with him to discuss the terms of our prenup. He and Ahk’s lawyer went back and forth while Ahk and I sat patiently waiting for them to smooth shit over for the best interest of the both of us. We wanted to get married, and at one point, that was all that mattered to us until Priest and Britain suggested we look into a matter of a prenup just to be a little on the safe side. At first, it offended the fuck out of me since they didn’t have one. I felt like they were assuming my and Ahk’s marriage was gonna fail, but once Abraham explained to me the importance of securing my assets, we came to an agreement that it would be best to have one.
