“Please don’t stop… Goddd… don’t stop loving me…”
“I won’t, baby,” he said immediately. “I fuckin’ promise you that.”
His mouth worked me with purpose, and I needed it all. “Fuckfuckfuck…” I moaned loudly, gripping the back of his head, legs trembling while his tongue stayed locked on my clit.
“You mine,” he said between sucks and slurps, tongue dragging to my ass, curling and coming back to my pussy. “My forever. Ain’t nobody ever gon’ love you like I do.”
“Fuuuck, Keonnnn!”
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his voice rough now. “Let it go. Let me taste that good shit.”
I tried to hold it. I really did. I didn’t want to make a mess of my new truck, but the pressure built too fast, too heavy. I shattered and cried out his name as my whole body trembled with waves of pleasure ripping through me so hard my vision went white. I was still trembling when Knuck slowed his mouth, easing me down instead of abandoning me in it.
“Damn, babe… what… the fuck?” I panted, looking down at him as I caressed the back of his head.
He kissed my inner thighs, my stomach, my chest, and then my lips. “Don’t trip ‘bout the leather, baby. I’ll handle it.”
This man was reading my mind. I chuckled, nodding weakly. “I’m not even here right now.”
Knuck smirked. “Good. Let’s get you home so I can clean you up.” Kissing my lips again, all I could do was nod my head. He pulled me into his arms afterward, holding me close, my face tucked into his neck.
“I love you so much,” I whispered.
“You better,” he whispered back. “‘Cause I ain’t comin’ up off you. Ever.”
Four days later
(1 Week & 3 Days Until The Wedding)
“T h i ss h i tc l e a nas a muthafucka.” Noddin’, I adjusted my cuff and glanced down at the mirror, rollin’ my jaw.
Years ago, I woulda never pictured myself standin’ in a tuxedo shop gettin’ fitted for a tux formyfuckin’ weddin’ wit’ my niggas. I was really marryin’ Nyomi in a week and some change.
“Damn, Knuck,” Kev said from the chair, eyes wide. “You really gettin’ married, bro.”
I smirked. “That’s the plan, right?”
Wayne let out a low whistle from where he was gettin’ measured. “Ain’t no way this fool really ‘bout to jump that broom.”
“Shit,” Antt muttered, adjustin’ his sleeves. “The way it’s lookin’, this nigga might cry when Ny walk down that aisle.”
I chuckled, but the weight of it hit different today as I sat down on the edge of the leather bench. We had the shop smellin’ like cologne and good weed.
“You good, bro?” Wock asked, standin’ in just slacks and a wifebeater while he waited for his jacket.
“Yeah,” I said. “Just thinkin’.”
“‘Bout what?”
I looked up. All four of them was watchin’ me now. “‘Bout how wild this shit is,” I admitted. “All the shit I done did. All the bitches I done ran through. All the times I told myself love wasn’t for me and all I needed was pussy. Now look. Ny got me gone.”
Kev leaned forward. “You in love, bro. Real love. That shit don’t gotta make sense to nobody else but y’all.”
Wock nodded. “Facts. Ny’s the one for you. She don’t move like none of these other chicks. She’s solid. That’s a real woman right there.”
Antt raised a brow. “Alla that’s cool, but nigga… is you really ready for the married part? Not the weddin’… I’m talkin’ marriage. The forever tied to it.”
I rubbed my palms together and exhaled through my nose. “Hell yeah. I mean… I ain’t gon’ hold you. I used to think… what if I fuck it up? What if I can’t be the husband or the father she needs me to be every day? But that shit quickly faded. I know what I bring and the type of nigga I am, feel me?”