He held it up like a trophy, then brought it to his nose, sniffing deeply. I covered my face, heart pounding as I laughed. Nasty ass. I watched as he stuffed my garter into his pocket, then reached for my hand so I could stand up. Pulling me into his arms, I wrapped mine around his neck and shook my head.
When it was time to toss the bouquet, my bridesmaids were already fighting over positions. Mikki elbowed Sia out of the way while Keema told Monae to stay in a child’s place.
I turned around, hyped up. “Y’all ready?!”
“Hurry up!”
“Dont cheat, Ny!”
“Bouquet or a beatdown, bitches!”
I launched it over my head, and when I turned around, Mikki was jumping up and down as if she had just won the damn lottery. “Yessss! Let’s gooooo! Where's my man at?!”
Everybody laughed and mingled as Knuck came over to me. He didn’t say anything at first. He just looked at me, drawing me into him. “Thank you,” I whispered.
“For what?”
“For loving me. Lovingus.”
He leaned in, kissed my cheek, then the side of my neck. “Forever, my baby. You already know.”
By the time we got to the presidential suite, my legs were sore, my cheeks hurt from smiling, and I was drunk off love. The door shut behind us with a soft click, and I dropped my heels onto the carpet with a deep sigh. Rose petals trailed acrossthe bed and scattered over the carpet. The lights were low and golden. Soft R&B was already playing from hidden speakers.
“Damn,” I breathed, eyeballing Knuck as he slipped off his Red Bottoms. “This room looks likesomebody’strying to get me pregnant tonight.”
Knuck slid off his suit jacket with a smirk. “That’s ‘cause I am.”
I blinked, lips parting, heat rushing through my body. “Boy, stop.”
He walked toward me, licking his lips. He pulled at his tie, undoing it with one hand. He stepped right up to me, tugged me in by the waist, and kissed me so deeply and slowly that it stole the last bit of air from my lungs. My hands went to his shirt, pulling his buttons open, revealing the tattooed chest I’d kissed a hundred times. Tonight, it was different.
“Turn around,” he said, breath warm against my ear.
I did and felt him peel the zipper down. His hands brushed my back, my hips, then slid the dress down until it pooled around my feet. The air hit my skin, and I stepped out of the dress, showing off the ivory lace bra and panties. When I turned around, Knuck was staring at me like I was his last supper. His shirt was all the way off now, demon time look in his eyes.
He grabbed me by the back of my thighs and lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, and he carried me across the room like a man on a mission, laying me back on the massive bed. Hovering over me, he smirked, “You know how long I been waitin’ to fuck my wife?”
I bit my lip, teasing him. “How long, nasty?”
He leaned down, kissed my inner thigh, then the lace over my pussy center. “Since I first sucked on this pussy.”
I gasped as his tongue flicked over the fabric. “Knuck…” I whispered, gripping the sheets.
“You married a nigga who loves eatin’ your pussy, baby. This is what comes wit’ it.” He finally slid the panties off, and when his mouth touched bare skin, I damn near levitated off the bed. Something about the way he licked me felt different. The pressure. The intensity. “My fuckin’ wife,” he growled, slurping on my pussy, nose deep.
He slid two fingers inside while his tongue worked slow circles over my clit. “I love you,” I whimpered, half crying, half breathless.
“Say that shit again.”
“I fucking loveeee youuuu.”
“Louder.”
“Oh, my Goddd… babeee… I love you!!!” Cumming all over his face, I screamed, gripping the back of his head. Knuck stood up, pulled his slacks and briefs down in one motion, and that dick stood up like it had something to prove.
I reached for it, but he shook his head. “Uh-uh. Turn that pussy over.” Then he flipped me over, slapped my ass roughly as he pulled me up on my knees. “Mmm,” he smacked my ass before sliding his tongue from my ass crack to my pussy, slurping hard.
“Shiiit…”