Page 75 of Weddings on the West: Vol. I Brick & Destiny

“Brick, wait!” I whined. He turned and walked over to the couch, leaving me standing there wide open and looking stupid. He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his pants to the floor before sitting down on the couch.

“Nah, I told you you owe me. Come ride this dick,” he said, sitting back. I slowly walked over, his eyes on me as I dropped my clothes to the floor. When I reached him, I stood there looking at him nervously as his dick stared back intimidatingly. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me close enough to where he could swing one of my legs over him, and gently guided my hips down onto him.

“Goddd,” I whispered, thanking him personally for crafting such a magical creation just for me. He felt even better from the bottom. My eyelids fluttered as I tried to remember all the moves that I had practiced.

“Just like that, baby. Take your time.” His face twisted up in a way I hadn’t seen and his eyes stayed locked on my pussy as she worked over him. That boosted my confidence, making me grip his chin and force his eyes on me.

“Tell me I’m good,” I pleaded as I settled into a rhythm that seemed to work for us.

“So fucking good. So fucking beautiful. So fucking perfect. Fuck!” His words were broken, but his message was loud and clear. My phone rang for the tenth time and he grabbed it.

“Don’t answer. Ooh, please, don’t make me stop!” I knew Eden was worried about me, but at that moment I had other priorities.

“Hello?” he said through gritted teeth while raising his hips to meet my body. I bit down on my lip trying to keep the moaning at bay.

“Where’s my sister, Brick?” I could hear Eden screaming even though she wasn’t on speaker phone.

“She good,” he grunted. “She busy tho’. Call her back tomorrow.”

“Nah, nigga, let me talk to her so I know she's breathing!”

“Oh, shit!” I moaned loudly as he roughly hit my spot from below. “Brick, baby!”

“As you can hear, she's more than good and breathing… barely. Now, if you not tryna hear no loud fuckin’, I'd suggest you call back tomorrow.”

“Oop!” I could hear her cracking up before he hung up on her. I couldn’t even yell at him for embarrassing me, but I owed him.

“Ooh, Brick, I'm about to cum, ohhh,” I hollered as he held me tight, latching onto my nipple, gripping my ass cheeks, and stroking me from the bottom while I baptized his dick.

He must have planned on collecting on his debt in full because by the time he let me off the dick, I had cum so many times that my orgasms started to run together, and I just knew I would be bow-legged for the next week.

The last thing I remember before dozing off in bed was Brick’s uncontrollable laughter as he watched the camera footage of me fighting for my life with the water hose to extinguish the fires I set in our backyard.

Nineteen

Bust Back

BRICK

“Yeah! Draw four! Uno, fuck nigga!” The entire room burst into laughter at my crazy ass wife. She was like a bad ass kid who just learned how to cuss and was using up all her free passes. Kilo's face fell as he looked over at her in sheer betrayal. She had established a weird ass relationship with both of my brothers and somehow, we ended up hosting them niggas every Sunday for dinner.

“Sis… I thought we were better than that!”

“Every man for themselves! Ain't that what you said when you hit me four times in a row?” She did a little dance and stuck her tongue out. “Luv, girl… You sure y'all don't wanna play?” she asked as she reshuffled the cards. The two of them had hit it off too, and we were all having a little kickback at Kilo's crib.

“Hell no!” She laughed and popped another mozzarella stick in her mouth. “We had to take a vow to stay away from any Uno games—shit gets too real.”

“And she's a sore loser,” Drew teased, pinching her playfully. “Her ass will try to leave me if she loses.”

“Don’t start with me tonight, Drew,” she warned with a roll of her eyes. Luv was one of the sweetest people I ever met, but Drew told me all the stories about her in rare form. The tale he told of their engagement trip had me laughing so hard that I cried every time I thought about it.

“Aye, babe,” I called from where I stood leaning on the doorframe. “Before you start that next game, come holla at me real quick. I got something I need to run by you.” Her eyes shot to mine, and her tongue grazed her lips before she obediently rose to her feet.

“Man, hell nah!” Kilo fussed animatedly.

“Fuck wrong with you?” I asked, wrapping my arms around Peep as she made her way over to me.

“Y’all niggas! We all know, anytime you two get to looking at each other for more than a few seconds, ya’ clothes start coming off!” Peep giggled into my chest and I smacked her on her ass. He was right—I literally couldn’t get enough of my woman. As toxic as it sounded, seeing her crash out over me last week made me want her ass even more. Shit, I would have done worse if she really tried to leave me.