T h i r t y - f i v em i n u t e slater, I parked by Knuck’s second dealership, next to his truck. I squinted in the sun and walked to the front. He stood in the center, a truck hidden under a black curtain.
“What the hell is this?” I chuckled, folding my arms.
He just smirked knowingly and I knew right then he was up to something. Then, he yanked back the curtain.
My mouth fell open, and for a second, my heart stopped as I stared at the pretty ass purple G-Wagon. “Keon…”
He walked over slowly, pulling me into his arms and letting his lips brush my ear. “Weddin’ gift,” he said. “Ain’t gon’ let you keep ridin’ ‘round wit’ a car seat in the back of that lil’ Mercedes. You gon’ look good as fuck in this.”
My voice caught in my throat. “You… really bought me a G-Wagon?”
“I got you the G-Wagon you mentioned you wanted as a push gift, but the muthafucka wouldn’ta been ready in time. So….” Knuck leaned back, looking down at me, and placing a key fob in my hand. “Go look inside.”
As he led me over, I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. I opened the driver’s door, and damn near fainted. The interior was a lighter purple with chrome trim and monogrammed stitching on the headrests that readMrs. Jones.
I covered my mouth with one hand, sliding into the driver’s seat. “You didnot.”
“Custom everything,” he said, climbing into the passenger side.
I sat in the seat and touched the wheel, trying to take it all in. “I love it, babe.”
“And I loveyou,” he said, leaning over to kiss my cheek.
“I love you too,” I replied, turning to face him. “Truth, though? I’m scared as hell.”
“What you mean?”
“All of this. You. The wedding. The way you go so hard for me. I’m scared I’m gonna fuck it up.” He didn’t rush to respond. He just let it breathe for a minute, like he always did when I got in my own head. “I’m scared I’m gonna need you too much,” I said finally. “Like… what if I start depending on you in ways I never wanted to depend on a man? What if that makes me weak? I’m not a weak bitch, Keon.”
He pulled me closer, placing a kiss on the side of my head. “First of all, calm the hell down,” he said, “You one of the strongest women I know. And second… ain’t nothin’ wrong wit’ leanin’ on a nigga that’s gon’ hold up. Crazy or not, you know I gotchu for life.”
I looked up at him. His jaw was tight like it always was when he was trying not to say too much too fast.
“I love you wit’ every fuckin’ breath in me, Nyomi. If I gotta remind your ass every day ‘til the day I drop, I’ll do that shit.”
A tear slipped down my cheek, and he caught it with his thumb. I didn’t even get to catch my breath. One second, I was sitting there blinking at him, and the next, this man had mydamn cropped hoodie unzipped and his lips on my neck. His big ass hands slid up my shirt like we weren’t sitting outside his dealership, cameras still rolling.
“Knuck… what about…?” I breathed, grasping the back of his head when he started sucking that spot under my ear.
“Mmm,” he hummed, dark and low. “Ain’t no cameras back here. Nobody but me and you, baby. I’m tryna eat some pussy.”
He didn’t even wait. He got me in the backseat so fast and my leggings down that I barely had time to exhale before he buried his whole face in my pussy. Tongue first, nose pressed, breathing deep like he really needed his fix.
“Shit…” I cried out, throwing my head back against the seat. “Babeee…”
He didn’t say anything. He just kept slurping and licking on my pussy, all messy and nasty. Circling my clit, blowing on it, and sucking until my whole body locked up. I came hard as fuck, seeing stars in the backseat.
“Oh, my… fuuckkk..!!!”
I couldn’t even think straight, and then he slipped two fingers into my pussy, curling them just right like always. Knuck had my clit liplocked with his fingers, hitting that spot, making me whimper and squirm.
“Shiiitttt…” I gasped, trying to close my legs, but he gripped my thighs with both hands and pulled me open wider.
“Stop,” he demanded, nibbling on the inside of my thigh. His tongue moved like he knew my body better than I did, switching between slow circles and firm strokes on my clitthat had my fingers digging into the seat and my back arching without permission. “I don’t need you to be strong all the time.
“Babeeeee… pleaseeee…”
“Please what?” he asked calmly, dragging his tongue up my pussy, slowly giving my clit kisses.