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We didn’t have meat in the fridge and the only time I truly indulged was outside of the walls of our home. I wasn’t opposed to it, but it made our lives much easier to adapt to the same preferences during meal time. It cut down on decision-making, groceries, and production time.
To witness her walk across the room in the dress she wore, looking like she’d just walked off the cover of a style magazine, I paused. She reached the record player eventually, pulling out the wooden crate full of vinyls she’d been collecting over the years, and slid an album right out of its case. Soft music bellowed through the house after she placed the needle on top.
In the pocket of my pants, my cell began buzzing. Momentarily losing my train of thought, I felt my teeth grind against one another. My nostrils flared as the vibrations continued, frustrating me to the core. It was before noon on a Saturday; my entire team knew my weekends were off-limits unless I stated otherwise.
“Everything okay?” Anna questioned, noticing the shift in the atmosphere as she returned to the kitchen and resumed the task at hand.
“It will be.”
“Phone?”
Nodding, I confirmed her suspicions. She began chopping away at the vegetables while I buttered the thick pieces of bread I’d be using for toasts. It wasn’t much longer before breakfast was ready and we were holding one another’s hand at the oak wood table.
“Dear God, thank You for this day. Thank You for life and love and peace and prosperity. Thank You for being head of our lives. Thank You for your continued blessings. Thank You for my wife and daughter. Continue to keep them and mold them into the people they are destined to be. Bless Milo and Makai. Keep Mercer’s head on straight, protect his sanity and shield him from all hurt, harm, and danger while he completes his time. Continue watching over my pops. Bless the food we’re about to receive. Amen.”
“Amen.”
There wasn’t a single word spoken as we consumed the food we’d both prepared. The sound of forks and knives hitting the plate, glasses of water slamming against the table, and Sade playing in the background was all that could be heard until our meal was finished and Anna’s voice mauled the silence.
“Dance with me,” she requested, leaning into her open hand where she rested her chin in her palm.
“I don’t want to dance, Anna,” I admitted, sliding my chair back and placing the large, cloth napkin on the table in front of me.
“Then, what is it you want, Mal?” she wondered, her eyes following mine as her chin lifted from her palm.
“I want to fuck you. We can dance another time.”
“Promise?” Her orbs glistened with desperation immediately. Her excitement wasn’t dependent upon the second sentence but on the first.
Though a very sophisticated, well-reserved woman, Anna was the filthiest fucking creature to walk God’s green earth in bed, on the couch, in the shower, in the kitchen, and wherever else I took her down. Some of the shit she did to me and allowed me to do to her was downright disgusting, but I loved it all. It was the reason I’d never stuck my dick in any hole but hers. It wasn’t necessary.
She was my provider and she’d never shorted me. She’d been my first and she’d be my last when it was all said and done. There was no way I’d ever fuck our thing up and risk another nigga blowing her back out or receiving the same services she offered me. There wasn’t even the smallest chance that was happening.
“Promise,” I replied while stacking the used dishes and sliding them to the side.
Anna wasted little time standing to her feet and lowering the straps on her dress. Her dark, nipples pebbled, stopping me in my tracks. The moistness that made them shine was evidence of her role in our home. She wasMother, not just to Aussie, but to me as well. She reigned supreme in our home. Nothing moved without her approval, not even the cars in the driveway.
“I’m lactating,” she breathed out, her chest inflating and then falling.
As the words left her mouth, droplets of milk secreted and hit her belly. Closing my eyes, I ground my teeth against one another to maintain control of myself. Any and every reminder that Anna had allowed me to impregnate her, carried our child, and birthed her naturally in the garden tub we’d just gotten out of, sent me to another atmosphere where I wanted to run that shit back ten more times.
“Baby,” she whimpered, indecisive and unsure of how to handle what she felt was an inconvenience.
Putting her mind at ease, refusing to allow her to worry, I rushed toward her. Hungrily, I tried covering her entire mouth with mine. I’d just eaten, but I swore to God I was starving for a serving of Anna’s sweet ass pie. It was far too early for dessert, but I was sure it was dinner time somewhere in the world.
Simultaneously, I lifted her into my arms and sat her on the table. I removed my shirt from my body, pausing our connection momentarily to lift it over my head and then pull it down over hers. It was an agonizing few seconds, one that reactivated my sweet tooth. I was desperate to return to her sweetness.
Satisfied with my solution, I felt Anna soften in my arms. My chest filled with pride as I revisited her lips. She made me feel so fucking needed without being so fucking needed. And even if she was, that would be just fine with me. My life’s goal was to please her, lighten her load, and soften her life. Moments that she reminded me I was doing my fucking job made my chest and dick swell.
Our tongues played our favorite love songs as I lowered her back onto the table. It wasn’t until her bare skin hit the coated wood that I released her and we both gasped for the air we’d sacrificed for one another. Chests heaved and nostrils burned from the thick air we pushed out and drew in.
Before pulling away from Anna completely, I gazed into her rounds, searching for any signs of discomfort or unhappiness. I found none. There was only contentment, desire, lust, and an immeasurable amount of love within them, making it harder for me to remove myself from her space.
In the chair that she’d just stood from, I sat down and spread her body apart. Her hairless pussy became the center of my attention. Anna’s arousal was apparent, causing her labia and everything within the two layers to sparkle from the unique, personal concoction her body produced for me.
I conjured all the saliva the sight of her pussy released into my mouth. At the tip of my tongue, it sat as I watched her muscles tighten with anticipation before she loosened them and made her vagina appear swollen. It wasn’t yet, but it would be by the time I was done dicking her down and chewing her up.
SPUH!I spat.
