Page 60 of Meet Me at the Altar

I walked past her after kissing her upturned lips, and I closed and locked my office door.

“What’s the problem?” I asked, walking back to her and leading her to the couch.

She eased down as she explained, “He has a record. Nothing like prison, but he was arrested for domestic violence.”

I had just kneeled in front of her and was reaching for the hem of her dress when I stared up at her. “What? And you want to hire this guy?”

She nodded. “I do. You have to hear the story.”

I lifted her dress up and to her hips as I spread her legs. “I’m listening.”

“He went home early from work one day because he left something at home. He was heading back to work after he picked up whatever, but he came in on his wife and his best friend having sex. His wife was a housewife, and their kids, an infant and a toddler, were asleep in the nursery.”

“Damn,” I replied, sliding her panties aside and slipping a finger inside. “I hope he beat the fuck out of that nigga.”

“He did. He beat him so badly that he was in the hospital unconscious, and he was in there for a week before he was released.”

“So, what’s your concern?”

“He spent a week in jail before the victim dropped charges willingly. He just finished a messy divorce, a year ago, and he has shared custody of the . . . mmm . . . oohhh, kids.” She moaned as I stroked her wet flesh.

I slid her panties down her legs and propped her leg on the arm of the chair. She was glistening and already swollen, ready for me. I had another meeting in a little under fifteen minutes, so I was limited as to what I could do, but it wouldn’t stop me from pleasuring my wife.

I didn’t think that I could ever grow old of saying that, especially as it related to Kalliope. She arched her back off the couch when I slid two fingers inside. The sound of her nails digging into the leather arm of the couch rent the air.

“Drè, baby.”

“Yeah, sugar?” I leaned closer and shoved her other leg up until her foot was planted on the couch. When my lips connected with her flesh, she had no more words to speak.

I licked through her slit and then sucked on her lips one at a time.

“Mm, baby,” she groaned, cupping her breasts that were already growing larger. “Fuck!” She wailed.

I chuckled and slid my tongue along her lips before I added my fingers to the mix again. The loud slurping sounds of me eating her pussy floated in the air, and my dick wrenched in my pants in glee. It was too bad that I would have to disappoint him because I knew that there wasn’t enough time for me to satiate him too. I would sacrifice my pleasure every time to make sure my woman was good.

Her legs slid off the arm of the couch and the couch, and they locked around me. She scooted down just enough to make sure that her entire pussy covered my nose and lips, but I didn’t mind at all. I was a happy-ass nigga whenever I was drowning in my woman’s pussy juices.

Whereas she had been worried that us working together wouldn’t be a good idea, it was the best idea that I had come up with besides returning to claim her.

I pulled my tongue out of her and scissored her pussy while I sucked her clitoris. She gripped the back of my head with her hand and shoved me further into her flesh. I pulled back.

“Baby, ain’t enough room for me and the babies in that pussy,” I chided.

The day that we learned we were having twins, I had celebrated that entire week. She was sick of my black ass, but I didn’t care. I knew I was right about that, just as I knew that I had gotten her pregnant.

She giggled and then whimpered. “Please, Drè. I’m right there on the edge, and I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“Turn around, baby.”

“For what?”

“Get on ya knees on the couch, ma.”

She did as I asked and jutted that fat ass in the air. “Fuck,” I groaned, kneeling behind her. I wanted nothing more than to see my hard dick disappear between those big juicy globes. I would make up for it after the meeting. As a matter of fact, I would callit a day and take her home early so that I could fuck her all the rest of the afternoon and evening.

In the interim, I spread her ass cheeks, slipped my finger into her pussy, and buried my lips in her ass.

“Oohhh, shit, Andrès Sebastián Jones.” She purred in a thick, slightly muffled voice. Her legs quivered and her ass shook as I licked and sucked her asshole. Juices dropped from her pussy, down her leg, and onto my couch.