“I did. You had a lot of shit going on, but I knew you just needed a real nigga to come ground you. I saw your potential beyond all the fucked-up shit you had going on. I saw all this shit for you. The clubs, the boutique, the ring… my last name.”
The more I spoke, the wider the smile on her face grew. Her cheeks tinted red as she blushed.
“Thank you for believing in me, Pa. I know I’m always bragging about how I figured shit out on my own after me and my brother fell out, but honestly, none of this would’ve been possible without you. You always encouraged me to be all gas, no brakes. You backed each and every business venture I had and never made me feel crazy for picking the nightlife scene instead of fashion.”
“I knew the clothing line would come eventually, and it did with Kinza, but I see how happy you are with your clubs. That shit makes you feel like you’re on top of the world. I support whatever makes you happy and gets you a bag.”
She leaned down and kissed my lips. “I love you, Pa.”
“I love you too, Lovey. None of this shit would’ve been possible without you either. I know I fucked with your trust when I asked you to plug me in with PJ. I could’ve handled that situation better. I just want you to know that I’m not with you because of who you’re connected to or what you could do for me. We could both lose all this shit tomorrow, and I would be satisfied in life as long as I got you in my arms at night. You got a heart of gold, Lovey. You just misunderstood, that’s all.”
A look of relief graced her face. I wasn’t saying anything she already didn’t know, but I knew how much she struggled with being understood. She lived a life where she had it all and fucked up a little bit because she wanted more. It wasn’t that she was greedy. She just wanted to find her footing and make a life for herself on her own. She always talked about not knowing if she would have ever been able to attain stability on her own and have her own family. She was so sheltered and protected all her life that she felt like those things were so far from her reach and unrealistic.
Now, here she was at 26 with multiple businesses that she built off her own hustle, her own family with me, and a life so stable that she never really would have to worry about a thing if she didn’t want to.
“Thank you for understanding me.”
“You’re welcome, Lovey. I was made for you just as much as you were made for me.”
“C’mon.” She tugged on the strings of the linen shorts I had on.
I chuckled. “What you on, Lovey?”
“You keep saying all the right stuff, getting me wet and shit.”
I could see the temptation in her eyes, prompting me to smirk while pulling on my chin hairs. “You trying to ride this dick on the yacht?”
“On my tippy toes.”
“Say less.”
I pulled my shit out, and it was already bricked up from the sight of her alone. I slipped her swimsuit to the side, and she assumed the position on her tippy toes and eased down on my dick.
The scene was fucking cinematic. The sun was beginning to set, and the skies were colored a swirl of pink, purple, and blue. Her beauty was breathtaking as she bounced on my dick.
Life couldn’t get no fucking better than this. I gripped her sides while admiring her.
“Take your time. This dick all you, Lovey,” I encouraged her. She loved when I talked that talk to her. It really was the only time she actually listened to a motherfucka’. She was so damn hardheaded and was always kicking shit like she ran the fucking program. I let her have it most of the time, but whenever I was putting her through the fucking mattress, we both knew I was the one running this shit.
“Shit… Ahkeem,” she moaned as she rocked her hips.
I bit down on my bottom lip as I gripped her face so she could keep her eyes locked on me. Her eyes were glossy, letting me know she was almost at her peak.
“Mr. and Mrs. Hendrix, dinner is ready,” our chef for the night popped her head out from the bottom level of the yacht.
Jazzlyn was startled and quickly tried to remove herself from my lap, but I prevented her from moving by locking my arm around her waist.
“We gone be down in a minute. ‘Preciate you,” I advised our chef. She peeped the scene and quickly slipped back into the yacht.
“Oh my God, Ahkeem. She saw us,” Jazzlyn stressed while covering her face.
I smacked my lips. “So fucking what? Ride this fucking dick, Lovey.”
Once she felt me slap her ass, a light moan crept out of her before she returned to her tippy toes.
She took her time like I told her to and drowned me with her pussy. She rode dick like a fucking champ. Her mouth hung open a little bit as she gripped my shoulders. I crashed my lips into hers as I lifted her up and down on my dick. Her breathing hitched before she tossed her head back while moaning out my name. “Ahkeem!”
She came all over me, and I followed up right behind her. Her body melted in my arms, and I kissed all over her face just how she loved me to. “If you wasn’t pregnant already, you for sure pregnant now.”
