My hands searched across the bedspread for something, anything to grip onto. Sterling’s head was in between my legs, his tongue taking turns flicking against my pearl and stabbing at my opening. My bottom lip was lodged between my teeth as my head hung from the edge of the hotel bed. I was trying to keep my mouth from letting out any loud noises as the walls were already thin and I was a little self conscious to let loose completely.
“I want to hear you,” he growled lowly. His tongue traveled from the slit up to my clit. Wrapping his full lips around it roughly, a loud shriek escaping my mouth. The tip of his tongue swirled around my clit as he brought his middle finger to my pussy, sliding between my folds with ease. My juices soaked the sheets beneath me as his finger probed in and out roughly.
“Oh fuck baby!” I yelled loudly. I could feel my entire body heating up and that all too familiar clench in the pit of my stomach. Naturally, I grabbed the back of his head, his low cut hair scratching against my palms. My nails dug into his scalp as I pushed his head further, begging for him not to let up. Two of his fingers were teasing that spot deep inside of me and I knew this would be no ordinary orgasm. The tips of my toes and fingers tingled and I tried prying his head from between my legs as the clenching of my stomach grew stronger. I felt like I had to pee but I knew my body well enough to know that wasn’t the case.
“Shit baby move, move!” I yelled profusely after failing to move his head with my hands alone. Catching my drift, he pulled back quickly, keeping his fingers deep inside of me. His thumb rubbed my clit as his middle and ring fingers pressed against my spongy matter in quick succession. The sloshing of his fingers probing my center constantly, was loud and only added to my arousal. My legs shook violently and my hands gripped the generic sheets tightly as my juices started to flow from my center, puddling under me. Before I knew it I was squirting, my cum drenching his hand and forearm entirely.
Not giving me any chance to recover from my mind blowing orgasm, Sterling gripped my waist, flipping me onto my stomach. My body bounced once on the springy mattress before I gained some form of control and arched my back as my torso laid flat on the bed.
“Damn I missed this pretty shit.” Sterling stated, his voice deep and rough. I waited anxiously for him to push himself deep inside of me, but I knew him a little too well.
Placing the head of his dick on my still sensitive clit, he slapped against it repeatedly. I shook involuntarily as low moans rolled freely from my tongue. He pushed against my opening slightly, my wet folds allowing him to slide in without a hitch. I felt a slight pinch, his dick stretching my hole to fit his large girth. I maneuvered around trying to accommodate his size. No matter how many times we fuck, I’m almost positive I’ll always feel some sort of pain upon him entering me, a good pain nevertheless.
He slid in much further, without warning, eliciting a louder reaction from me, before he pulled back and out abruptly. I was left breathless with his rash movements, and before I could object he rammed my pussy, giving me all of him. Pulling out once again he caused me to rolled my eyes, while cursing under my breath. As desperate as this may sound, I wasn’t in the mood for games. I had waited an entire week for him to come home, and I was ready to take this sexual frustration out on my fiancé.
“You impatient, I see. Better calm all that shit down before I fuck you up.” He threatened. Sterling was always a lot more aggressive during sex. I hardly got the chance to take any kind of control, and to be completely honest, I was more than okay with that. I knew my attitude would only add fuel to the fire, so I decided to play on that.
Laughing at his threat, I turned my head to the side, looking at him behind me. “What you gonna do? You gonna hurt me baby?” My voice was low and my tone was laced with sarcasm. I smiled at him tauntingly with a load of seduction.
His jaw clenched, in turn making my pussy clench, too. He took his hand and smacked my ass roughly, the sound of my skin being punished echoing off the walls. I only moaned in return, giving him zero satisfaction in knowing that that shit hurt like hell. I was more than turned on at this point. His hands intertwined in my soft locks, pushing my head down onto the bed. His dick penetrated me deeply as he delivered me long strokes. It was exactly what I had been craving and I moaned in satisfaction. Eventually he let go of my head and grabbed onto my waist with both hands to deepen his murderous strokes.
All that could be heard in the room was the slapping of our skin as he collided into the back of me. Sterling never let me get entirely used to one pace, he switched it up, rolling his hips, causing his dick to stroke every bit of surface of my walls. I clenched them down on his length, pushing back against him to match his strokes. Every time our bodies met, the collision was stronger than the last.
“Fuck! Stop that shit.” Sterling grunted out as I tightened my walls around him once again. I loved doggystyle. It lended me the opportunity to have some form of control even if it was minuscule. But, I could never get off in this position. He was only teasing me further and I was getting a little frustrated. I could feel my orgasm building up slowly but I couldn’t quite reach it.
Sterling flipped me over back onto my back. Grabbing both of my legs he pushed them until my thighs touched my chest and my center was presented before him. I was completely vulnerable in this state. Placing his hands on either side of my body, he hovered over me in push up position. My legs rested on his shoulders as his lips crashed into mine. His dick slipped right back between my other set of lips as I moaned into his mouth. His dick was the deepest it has been tonight and it felt like I could feel him poking at my spine. I yelled expletives as my nails dug into his muscular back. He hissed at the pain I caused him but never faltering in his strokes. Already I could feel my toes and fingers begin to tingle. My body felt flushed with heat and my stomach muscles tightened.
My breathing got heavier, if that was even possible. Sensing that I was mere seconds away from exploding once again, he went into overdrive, pounding my pussy violently and practically pulling an orgasm out of me. I squeezed my eyes shut, relishing in the feeling of his dick teasing my spot once again. The springs of the bed assisted in our bodies smacking against one another. That same sensation took over and not before long, my legs were shaking uncontrollably while my hands dug further into his brown skin. My orgasm ripped through me and the pressure forced his dick out of me. My juices squirted wildly as I reached down and slapped my clit lightly, playing on its sensitivity.
I spent a few good minutes trying to come down from body shaking orgasm. My eyes were heavy as I turned my face towards Sterling’s. He sat on his knees stroking himself with a look of pure lust and a hint of victory in his eyes. Honestly, I was tired enough to fall right asleep where I lay, wet spot and all but I knew he wouldn’t let that fly. I stared in his eyes as he watched me temptingly. Taking my cum soaked fingers, I sucked them dry all while holding our lustful gaze. I moaned and he smirked at my antics. He laid against the pillows still stroking himself.
Positioning my body so that my ass was within his reach, I grabbed a hold of his shaft and teased the head of his dick with my tongue. Sucking gently, I pulled back and said, “I taste even better on you.” He grunted in response, grabbing a hold to the back of my head and pushed his dick further into my mouth. His head poked at the back of my throat and I gagged a little in response. I tried gaining a little control to deepthroat him how I wanted to, but his grip was tight. His thrusts were hard and I placed my hands on his stomach and thigh to steady myself.
Finally letting me up to breathe I wiped the sides of my mouth and climbed on top of him. I slid down until his shaft was no longer visible, moaning in the process. My pussy was already sore and I knew tomorrow simple tasks, like walking, would pose a problem.
My nails dug into his chest as I began to bounce on him. With every roll of my hips I squeezed my walls around him. His hands gripped onto my waist so tightly that I was sure he would leave finger marks, that’s how hard his grip was. I couldn’t stop the onslaught of moans and curses that flowed from between my lips. His breathing was becoming heavier and I could feel his dick swelling inside my warmth. He was so hard and it was making me wetter by the second.
Suddenly, he released his hold on my waist, grabbing my onto my wrists. He bound my arms behind my back with one hand, causing me to fall forward onto his chest. The other hand gripped my ass holding me in place as he thrust his hips into me. His strokes were hard and choppy, a sure sign that he was close to cumming. My pussy was taking a beating as he put his all into the last thrusts and finally shot his warm load in me. I let my hips rise and fall against him, allowing him to ride out the last of his orgasm.
We laid in the same position, bodies drenched with sweat, and chests heaving. His heartbeat pounded against my ear as my head remained on his chiseled chest. His hands stroked my hair and back effectively making me even more exhausted.
“Damn, I needed that.” He said out loud. I raised my head, looking into his green eyes, and smiled at him. He returned with a sly grin and a slight chuckle. Resting my head back onto his sweaty chest and closing my eyes, we fell asleep in the same position, his member resting between our stomachs.
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I woke up before Kyra this morning, much like any other day. She lay sprawled out on the right side of the hotel bed, face down, with her frizzy mane decorating her bare back. Even in this condition she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever laid eyes on. In fact, I loved her in her natural state.
My fingers lightly traced the tribal tattoo on the nape of her neck. It disguised a scar that, unless you were as close as I was right now, you wouldn’t otherwise see. Another slightly raised scar, which was located on the left side of her stomach was covered by a tattoo of a very detailed dove. I remember questioning her about the scars once, and I swore from that day forward I would never ask that question again. Her body had tensed and her face froze in terror as if she saw a ghost. It was almost like she reliving the memories of the cause of those scars in that moment. By the terrified look on her face, the harsh swallowing, and the slightly watery eyes, I knew right then and there that she was facing bigger demons than I had originally projected. Moments later she had gathered herself and walked straight out of the room without ever acknowledging my question.
I had never seen her so shaken up before. In fact, she never really showed emotion; she was majorly underwhelmed about most things in life. I had the unfortunate opportunity of witnessing that same traumatic look on her face, for the second time, when she jumped out of her sleep, sweaty body glistening in the dim light of the room, while tears rolled down her brown cheeks. When I asked what was wrong, it seemed like it took her ages to respond and I was mentally preparing myself for her to ignore me like she had done the time before. Instead, she mumbled a barely coherent “bad dream,” before getting out of bed and walking into the bathroom. Hours later she had descended from her bathroom, eyes puffy and red, before laying back in bed, ignoring my presence altogether.
Two years later and the nightmares haven’t stopped and neither has her lack of explanations, not that she owes me any. Only difference now is, she lends me some bullshit ass excuse about how she’s too tired to explain or her newest one, a false explanation of the kind of dream she had. The day that I left to go on my business trip she fed me an entire lie about what had her jolting out of her sleep and clutching her heart. I wasn’t naive when it came to her. I was actually very attentive as I had been since the very first day we met.
I remember that day vividly. My sister was so excited that my parents and I showed up to the award ceremony and she couldn’t stop babbling about it. She was going on and on in her usual bubbly manner, irritating me to no end, but the entire time my eyes stayed glued on her newfound friend/mentor. My eyes followed her movements as she strutted around the banquet hall greeting patrons. She smiled tightly at strangers and maneuvered around the room quickly, never letting people converse with her for too long. It was clear she was passionate about her work and her accomplishments but had zero tolerance for the fake acts of kindness.
The entire evening she had seemed withdrawn and whenever she caught a moment to herself, her face screamed sadness. I wasn’t sure if everyone else could see the depression in her eyes but I could. I had spent so much time studying the expressions of men and women alike, trying to find even a flicker of emotion behind their eyes. Reason being was, my parents and grandparents would drag my sister and I to all of these fancy events, introducing to us high end investors and entrepreneurs, each of them with identical smiles plastered on their faces. There have been many occurrences where my parents would be dealing with marital troubles or family issues and still show up to fundraisers and whatnot, smiling and masking the fact that their life was in shambles.
It was all so sickening. I knew for a fact that many of the other individuals were only pretending to have a grand ol time. No one’s life was perfect, no matter how much they tried to fool us into believing it. However, I was never able to separate the real ones from the fake, until I laid eyes on Kyra. I was unaware of what was actually wrong with her. Maybe her puppy had died or there was trouble in paradise, but whatever it was, she was an open book. She couldn’t fake her enthusiasm even if she tried. Too many were blinded by their selfishness to care though. To them she was the ultimate prize to their dreams and they sucked up to her all night, pitching business ideas and spitting game.
I was determined from that day forward to get her and hold onto her. She clearly needed joy in her life and for someone who would genuinely care. I needed her just as much as she needed me.
I hadn’t realized the work I cut out for myself, however. It’s been difficult trying to get her to let down her walls but for some reason I stay. The fact of the matter is, I love that girl too much to just walk away. I don’t know what it is or when I fell in love so deeply but I needed her and I wasn’t willing to just let her go so easily. I was determined to help her find happiness.
So far, I’ve failed miserably at that. There are too many moments where I catch her staring off into the distance, withdrawn from reality, with that same glimpse of sadness resting in her eyes. I still don’t know the skeletons in her closet. Sometimes I felt like I wasn’t a permanent fixture in her life because she shut me out way too often and too easily.
I just don’t want her to feel pressured into telling me things so I don’t press the issue any further. I’m her boyfriend, well, her fiancé, soon to be husband. If she doesn’t feel safe anywhere else, she should always feel safe around me. I just wished she felt secure enough to tell me her secrets, because I’m not one to judge. We all have our demons, some worse than others but they’re troublesome nevertheless. I want to help her face those demons and rid herself of that burden. No one should have to live life with a constant intrusion of bad memories raining on their parade. My goal is to get her to a place of genuine happiness, even if that takes all of eternity.
Feeling that nagging pressure at the bottom of my stomach, I hopped out of bed quietly and made my way to the small bathroom to take a much needed piss. Stepping onto the cold tiled floors with my body fully uncovered I stopped short of the toilet, to take a look in the mirror. I remember when I was this little guy with a bird’s chest, skinny, lanky arms and absolutely no muscle definition whatsoever. In college, I spent most of my time in the gym, not really wanting to associate myself with the same pretentious students.
Flushing the toilet once I was done using it, I made my way to the faux granite sink and washed my hands with the small bar of soap that had some cheap perfumed smell. One thing that never really differed with the caliber of hotels was the skimpy, foul smelling choice of soaps. Under any other circumstances I wouldn’t have brought my soon to be wife to a subpar hotel, but last night was an emergency, as shallow as that sounds. I was horny as hell and I knew by Ky’s lack of protests that she too was too horny to care.
Leaving the bathroom I flicked the light switch off, but before I could step another foot further, I turned around abruptly, realizing that I left the toilet seat up. I used my foot to close the lid carefully, not wanting to dirty my hands again and proceeded back out.
It’s been countless times where I would sleep over Ky’s place or her mine and she would fall straight in the toilet due to my forgetfulness. I knew it was inconsiderate but I couldn’t help but laugh. She’d be furious and complain damn near all morning about me being selfish and whatnot, never taking into account that sharing a bathroom was just as new to me as it was to her. I was grateful that when we chose to buy our place together, setting up for our post marriage life, that the ensuite had two of everything. That way I wasn’t in her way and all her feminine shit wasn’t in my way. That didn’t stop her from rolling her eyes discreetly and pulling my toilet seat down when I left out of the bathroom, however.
The hotel room was poorly carpeted and the floor creaked with every step I took. Regardless of the noise I was making Ky was still knocked the fuck out, snores filling the room as her mouth hung open. Grabbing my phone, I went to the camera app and took a picture of her slumped state. She always believed that she slept like an angel when in reality it was the complete opposite.
I sat on the bed gently with my back pressed to the headboard. Scrolling through my Instagram feed, I ignored the thirsty comments from a plethora of women under my posts. My finger lingered on the upload button as I heavily contemplated posting the picture I just took of Ky with her mouth wide open and drool staining the pillow. I’d definitely get a kick out of posting that as payback from all the times she caught me lacking and posted it on her largely followed Instagram and Twitter accounts. If she wasn’t so damn spoiled I would’ve done it, but she was shallow to a certain extent and didn’t want the world viewing her as anything but perfect.
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Hours later, Kyra had successfully stolen all of the covers for her tiny body, still fast asleep and snoring louder than before. She’s never been the type to wake up early in the morning, only getting up at around 9 during the week and slightly later on the days where she decided she wasn’t going into the office. However, it was hitting one in the afternoon and she hadn’t made any indication that she was waking up anytime soon. Her sleeping habits have definitely changed in the past few weeks or so. If she wasn’t jumping up out of her sleep because of a nightmare then she was sleeping in abnormally late and taking naps throughout that day.
I’d hate to jump to conclusions about her being pregnant. Since we’ve been in a relationship we’ve never used protection and she never came up pregnant. It was safe to assume she was on some sort of birth control because she was the one to give me the go ahead to not use condoms, saying something along the lines of as long as we’re both monogamous then we’re in the clear. But there’s no denying that something is up. Her normally strict diet has been broken countless times over the past weeks and she sleeps way too often. I can only chalk it up to stress and I know no matter how much I try to pry any information out of her she won’t budge until she’s ready. The best I can do is keep her occupied, hopefully doing the same with her mind.
I checked a few emails before I made moves to wake up Sleeping Beauty over here. A good portion of the day was spent already and I wasn’t up for being stuck in this hotel any longer. Shaking her shoulders lightly I attempted to wake her up to no avail. Leaning down I planted wet kisses on the sides of her smooth face whispering obnoxiously loud in her ear. “Wake up baby mama.”
She groaned in annoyance, moving her hand to my face and pushing me away. I wasn’t having that though and I refused to move until she woke her little lazy ass up.
“Aaammiirr moveeee.” She dragged out my middle name. Whenever she called herself being serious or persuasive she opted to use my middle name and I loved it for some reason.
Most likely because I hated the name passed down to me, third generation. Sterling was such an ugly ass name and all while growing up motherfuckers ragged on it. My named definitely brought to mind a clear description of who I was, a rich guy, even though I wasn’t as pretentious as many people thought. I’d like to think I was down to earth and that Ky’s personality had a lot to do with bringing me down off of this high horse I was stuck on for so long. It’s no denying that I used to be an asshole only worried about materialistic things in life and having a trophy wife by my side; one that I could spoil and take care of. I never wanted my woman to work, not that I was anti feminism or anything, but the generations of women I was surrounded by, my mother and grandmother, sat back and let the men take care of them.
I had this sense that women needed to be protected and taken care of you know? I bring home the bacon and she fries it up in the pan, that sort of thing. As corny as it sounds, Ky was a breath of fresh air and she changed me for the better, just by being herself. It was difficult for me to grasp the concept of my woman making more money than me at first and having built her empire on her own. Here I was living off of my father’s wealth and waiting for the moment he passed his company down to me. As time passed, I grew to appreciate my baby’s work ethics. It’s very inspiring and lately I’ve been thinking of taking a different career path.
Don’t get me wrong I appreciated having things handed to me, the money, the company, the cars, all of it. But as many positives as it has, it has negatives as well. My future has always been mapped out for me. I went to schools that my father and mother chose, studied what they wanted me to study, all to acquire a business that I had no passion for and I hadn’t built on my own. My life mirrored my father’s drastically and I wasn’t here for it.
Kissing ass, smiling in faces of strangers, and laughing at the corniest of jokes was mentally and emotionally exhausting. I never knew who I was until Ky came along and gave me a glimpse of a much more fulfilling life.
“Get up.” I called out after getting lost in my own thoughts for a few minutes. I attempted to slap her ass to get her to wake up but I failed. The covers she was encased in were too thick and it only made a muffled sound, not affecting her at all. Sucking my teeth in response she laughed and wiped her cheek free of the wetness my kisses left behind.
Groaning and stretching her arms she lifted up causing the covers to drop and expose her bare breasts. I licked my lips at the sight but before I could even open my mouth to make any suggestions she shot me down.
“Don’t even think about it. She’s sore and already throbbing from last night.” Ky said referring to her pussy.
“I can make your pussy feel better if you let me baby.” I said suggestively. Instantly her face scrunched up at my choice of words to describe her ‘vagina.’
“Why you gotta be so nasty baby?”
“You damn sure wasn’t complaining last night when I was deep in them guts and had that pussy gripping and dripping down my dick.” I kept on with my crass language. When she was in the mood, these words would do nothing but push her over the edge, but when she wasn’t she cringed in embarrassment at how “nasty my mouth is.”
Under the covers I could see her press her thighs together, a sure indication that she was aroused, even though her face wore a look of disapproval. I smirked at her while licking my lips in a suggestive manner.
“Ight whatever blocker. Get up and get dressed. We got some things to do.” I instructed after giving up with trying to get back in between her legs. I mean you can’t really blame me, I’ve been away from my woman for damn near a week, getting teased by those women at the business parties, prancing around us men in tight dresses trying desperately to find them a rich man. I ain’t the type to cheat on my girl despite how horny I might be at the moment so I slept in my bed alone every night, craving for Ky to be there to handle my horny ass.
“Yeah? What kind of stuff are we doing today?”
“Truthfully, I don’t have anything planned, but getting something to eat is on top of the list.”
I said as my stomach grumbled loudly. She let out a loud laugh while I mugged her playfully. “Aye it’s not my fault you slept through the century. I know I delivered some good dick but damn, you ain’t have to sleep all day.”
“Omg why are you so nasty?.” She tried frontin. She knew like I knew that she loved my dirty talk.
“Don’t front. It’s not cute.” She laughed off my remarks and continued searching for her items of clothing. Meanwhile, I had yet to find my boxers and I was getting a little frustrated. Ky on the other hand was damn near fully dressed, only missing her sweatshirt and socks.
“Here babe,” she called out. Looking over at her, in her hands were my boxers. Taking them and thanking her in the process, I began getting dressed as well.
Minutes later we were both fully dressed and heading out the door of the small room.
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“Mmmmm omg. I don’t see how anyone can choose to be a vegetarian or vegan when bacon is in existence. It just doesn’t make sense.” Ky stated while her eyes slightly rolled to the back of her head in appreciation of the food she was consuming.
“I’m saying.” I nodded in agreement, only lending a few words in response before licking my greasy lips and chewing on a piece of bacon.
After leaving the hotel we decided to hit up the IHOP that we spotted on our way to that talent showcasing yesterday evening. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as crowded as it usually is on a weekend and we were seated immediately. We didn’t hesitate to place a huge order, like we hadn’t eaten in a week. We didn’t even give the waitress a chance to get us our drink order before we were listing the food we wanted. Ky had chocolate chip banana waffles, because she doesn’t like pancakes, and a steak omelette with a side order of hash browns. My hungry ass had four pancakes, 6 pieces of bacon (one of which she stole), a steak omelette, hash browns, and a biscuit. I was halfway through with my plate within 15 minutes of it being brought out and Ky was looking at me like I lost my mind.
“Can I have another piece of bacon?” Ky asked with a slight pout. The face was cute and all but I wasn’t impressed.
“Hell nah. We can order you some though.”
“It’s not like I want a whole bunch. I just want one more.” She pleaded her case. Instead I just stared at her while still chewing MY bacon. “You’re such a fucking fat ass. Just wait until I get something that you want. I promise I’m not sharing,” she insulted me with a laugh. She would forever not order something, even though I’ll ask her a million times if she wants it, and then as soon as my food comes she’s all of a sudden in the mood for what’s on my plate.
I gruffed before picking up a piece of bacon and extending my hand to her. “Here, take the bacon with your spoiled ass.” Her face instantly lit up. Reaching to take the piece out of my hand, I quickly snatched it back and laughed as her face fell. “You thought! Ha!”
With a half eaten piece of bacon in one hand and a full strip in the other, I continued laughing. She reached over and snatched the last piece from my plate, now causing my smile to fall. “Damn I should’ve saw that coming. Alright you got me, you got me.” I surrendered. “For now.”
Twenty minutes later we called over the waitress, who had been flirting with me all afternoon, asking for the check. “Can I get you guys anything else? Maybe some ice cream on the house?” She presented the question for both of us but her eyes and body stayed pointed toward mine.
Looking over at Kyra for approval, I accepted her offer for vanilla ice cream on the house, which Kyra had mouthed to me the flavor she wanted. The waitress had walked away with a little pep in her step, feeling like she had won over my wife. Little did she know this is what Ky and I did regularly, pimp each other out for food. Once, we were at a restaurant on a date and the waitress rudely assumed that we were brother and sister and flirted with me the entire night offering me drinks on the house. I accepted and discreetly slid them over to Ky everytime. We never really displayed a ton of affection in public anyway, so keeping up the facade was easy and funny as hell. Another time we were in Panda Express for some orange chicken and the man behind the counter called himself flirting with Ky by stacking her food up fuller than mine. We made no moves to call him out on it, we just simply switched containers once we left the store.
It was just a game that we played being that we were both secure enough in our relationship to not take such trivial things seriously.
I grabbed the ice cream and receipt, with seven digits and a winky face drawn on it, and handed both to Ky right in front of the waitress, whose name was Kim. Kim’s face fell and Ky failed at hiding her amusement. I on the other hand just wanted to milk the situation further. “Vanilla is your favorite right baby?”
“Ha! Yes it is honey,” Ky played along immediately. You can tell Kim’s feelings were slightly hurt as anger flashed across her face. Normally, I’d feel some remorse about shutting down a woman so rudely, but in this case I didn’t. She was disrespectful all afternoon, never acknowledging Ky and roughly placing her order on the table. Kyra wasn’t confrontational and didn’t let things get to her often, much like today. She simply chuckled under her breath and watched the waitress try desperately to get attention from me, all in amusement. I kept my eyes on Ky the entire time, trying not to laugh at the situation. It was unbelievable how some women put themselves in competition of other women for a man that was clearly already taken.
Heading out the door, ignoring the stank look on the waitresses face, I grabbed a hold of my fiance’s hand. I didn’t want to go home just yet but I was having a hard time trying to think of something for us to do. First we would need to go back home, shower, and change into some other clothes before anything else. Rolling the windows down, I turned up the volume of “Notorious Thugs” and let Biggie and Bone Thugz voices emit from the speakers. I could feel Ky’s eyes drilling into the side of my face already knowing she was disapproving the volume of and not the song itself. As usual I ignored her and continued bobbing my head to the beat.
Moments later we arrived back in front of the high rise. Turning the car into the underground parking garage, and stationing my car in one of our many assigned spots, we exited the vehicle. Waiting on the elevator at the basement level always took forever. Not to mention there was no signal down here, whatsoever so playing on our phones to keep occupied wasn’t an option.
Once were dressed damn near identically we proceeded back down the elevator and into the car.
“I’m going to need for you to stop jacking my style. I know I’m sexy and all but copying me won’t make you look any better,” she belted out suddenly.
Looking over at her in disbelief I responded, “I’m the sexy one in this relationship. Don’t act like you don’t know.”
“That’s because I don’t know. I see it all in people’s faces when we’re out together. Their expressions practically scream, 'what is his ugly ass doing with someone so damn fine?” And all I do is shrug in their direction because I completely understand their confusion. I’m confused myself.“ She stated in a nonchalant tone.
Meanwhile, my mouth hung open at her audacity. "You a cocky motherfucker, you known that.”
Smiling in return, “I’m aware baby.”
“How I deal with you, I don’t know.” I said while shaking my head in fake disdain.
We were on the road for a good twenty minutes before we arrived at our destination. Throughout the summer and most of fall, different neighborhoods in Chicago hold carnivals for a various range of ages. One of my homies had mentioned it to me a few weeks prior saying that he was going to bring his son and niece to the carnival with his wife. Seeing as though Ky and I are childless but we were damn near kids ourselves I felt like we could spend the remainder of the day here.
One thing I always tried to keep on top of was outings for me and Kyra. I never wanted her to be able to say how it used to be. I tried to wine and dine and pick places where we could have fun at least every weekend. Work gets in the way a lot and I tried to give Kyra as much of my downtime as I could.
We stopped by the station near the front of the park to purchase some tickets to get on a few rides. There wasn’t many that I was interested in, seeing as though this was no amusement park, but I did want to get on that one boat looking thing that swung back and forth and had you clenching your stomach every time it swung down.
“You ok baby?” I called out to Kyra who held a nervous look as we approached the ride. I couldn’t help but smirk at her antics. Whenever we would go to an amusement park her eyes would bug out and she would start fiddling with her fingers. Then we would get on the ride and she would laugh the entire ride and get off with a huge smile plastered on her face. She would repeat the steps again and again, staying silent on the incline and screaming laughing on the ride down.
“I’m fine. I’m just worried that you’re gonna piss yourself or something. You good?”
“I’m more than good baby. Don’t try to flip this on me with your scary ass.” I quickly retorted.
“Ew! Rashad!” A teenage girl yelled fifteen feet away from us. The guy, presumably Rashad, was crouched over by the garbage cans spilling his guts into the receptacle.
“If you were going to choose that ride then why would you even down that entire funnel cake?” She motioned to a fairly tall ride in the distance that was throwing its riders carelessly into the air at an alarming speed and stopping just short of the ground on its ways down.
If I could describe it I would say it was almost like a controlled bungy jumping, the rope being replaced by 4 machine arms that held the seats of four passengers each. The passengers were only secured by a thing around their waist and their feet rested on a tiny platform below them. Although I’m sure it was secure it didn’t look that way. The talons raised into the air quickly and dropped its passengers midway repeating its steps about three times before gently placing the people back down onto the platform. All of their faces were shaken up and that only fueled my desire to go on the ride even more.
Sensing my distraction Kyra looked up to my gleaming face and quickly shook her head.
“Hell no Aamir. Don’t even think about it!” She disapproved.
“Come on please. Don’t be a baby about this.” I pleaded.
“Aamir no. I’ve been a good sport with you on these roller coasters for far too long and I’m drawing the line here.”
“Bae come on! Pleaseee.” I begged with an exaggerated pout.
“Ew. First, I hate the word bae, it just sounds dumb as hell and secondly, your pouting makes you ugly and it only makes me not want to go on even more.” She replied rudely.
“Evil. You’re just evil.” She burst out laughing but her laughter was halted and turned into a gasp once I reached down and picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder.
“Sterling put me down.” She tried to sound firm but I wasn’t willing to budge. Instead I just kept on walking towards the new ride ignoring her beatings on my back.
“Sterling let’s make a deal, ok baby? You don’t force me to get on this ride and I’ll do whatever you want me to do for an entire day.” She tried negotiating after her violent efforts went unnoticed.
“Nope. I’ll just take that day tomorrow and drag you right back here to get on this ride.” Finally making it to the line I sat her down on her feet as she looked up at my 6'3 frame with a pout, crossing her arms.
“Pouting makes you ugly so straighten up your face.” I shot back at her.
“You can’t go around stealing my jokes thinking that’s it’s going to be funny the second time around. It just don’t work that way baby boy.”
“Whatever. You still getting on this ride so I still win.”
Her face stayed in a pout the entire time we were waiting in line and I couldn’t help but laugh. Whenever I did laugh, she took it upon herself to ball up her small fists and punch me in my chest only fueling my hysterics even more. Not that her punches didn’t sting a little, but I could tell she was putting her all into those punches and it barely made me flinch.
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“I think I’m gonna throw up.” Ky said with a look of distress on her face. Dramatic. We had just got off the ride of a lifetime and unlike any other time, her body stayed rigid and her screams caught in her throat the entire time. She was completely silent on the ride and I knew she was terrified. I felt a little bad about dragging her on the ride because it was scary as hell, even I wasn’t willing to get on it a second time and I was forever up for a thrill.
“It wasn’t even that bad. I’m hungry though. You want something to eat?” I downplayed the intensity of the roller coaster because I didn’t feel like hearing her rant to me about how she knew it was going to be a terrifying choice and how we should’ve just gotten on the first one we saw. Instead, I changed the subject and focused on a more important topic, food.
“No! I just want to enjoy the feeling of the ground beneath my feet again. Food can wait for a while.”
“Like three days. I need about that much time to recover from that death trap people like to call a roller coaster ride.” I sucked my teeth at her dramatic spiel.
“Ok well while you’re being a drama queen your man is about to hit up this concession stand and grab a slice of pizza, some cotton candy, and a funnel cake.” I listed off my cravings, knowing full well all that sugar was gonna upset my stomach. By the end of the night I would be squatting on the toilet in pain, but right now I could care less.
“On second thought that funnel cake sounds like a good idea.” She immediately changed her mind and absentmindedly licked her full lips.
“But I thought you just said you felt sick to your stomach and you needed about three whole days to recoup.”
“That’s because I forgot that funnel cakes were involved. Duh.”
“Fat ass.” I whispered under my breath although judging by her playful mug she heard me.
Walking hand in hand to the stand, Ky swung our arms back and forth like we were in the movies or some sappy shit. I chose to ignore her silly ass and tugged on her arm some to help her quicken her steps. On the far right a family, consisting of an old man and woman and presumably their grandkids were headed towards the semi long concession line. Any other time I would’ve let the old ass people in front of me but my stomach was growling and I wasn’t having it. So grandma and grandpa along with little Sally and Sue were gonna have to wait today.
Catching onto what I was doing, Kyra let out a chuckle and whispered to me how evil I was being. I knew it all to be true, but my stomach was damn near eating itself and I didn’t care one bit.
After a good five minutes of waiting in line, Ky and I made it to the front and it was our turn to order. A dude who looked to be about 20 smiled in my direction before greeting us both, only his greeting to me was a little too friendly. “What can I get for you today handsome?” Ignoring his remark I listed that I wanted two funnel cakes, two Sprites and a slice of sausage pizza.
“I like sausage…. Pizza too. Can I get you anything else sweetheart?” He made sure to pause in between the word sausage and pizza before winking at me. I was damn near tempted to jump over the counter and beat his ass but I tried calming myself down.
Looking down at Kyra who was holding back her laugh while hiding behind my arm, “You gotta pick something other than junk to eat. You need some food BABY.” I made sure to exaggerate the word baby so the dude behind the counter would get the hint that I wasn’t gay and this wasn’t a gay best friend type date, I was out enjoying the evening with my woman.
Barely able to control her smile and low laughter, Kyra forced out her request, a slice of cheese pizza. The slices of pizza were hella small and I needed her to eat something substantial before she thought about consuming all of that sugar. Taking it upon myself, I turned back around to the cashier and ordered her two slices of cheese pizza.
“Sure thing honey. Your order is coming right up.” The cashier once again tried flirting with me. My face read irritation clearly and Kyra’s body shaking laughter wasn’t making it any better. I wasn’t no homophobic dude or anything but if you see me with a woman attached to my hip, it’s clear that I don’t like men. This wasn’t no down low type of situation and I was dead ass ready to square up with the nigga for being so damn persistent.
Getting annoyed at Kyra constantly laughing at the situation, “Keep up with all that laughing and watch I put you back in that ride.” Her face dropped instantly at my empty threat.
“Alright we’re even now. I’ll stop if you stop reminding me of that damn ride.”
Minutes later our order was up and I sent Kyra up to grab the tray of food. I was fourfiveseconds away from rockin his shit and I wasn’t trying to ruin our night out by being escorted out the carnival by security, so I decided to stay behind. She stopped and conversed with the guy for a minute but I couldn’t make out the words they were saying. I just saw him gesture towards me once.
Making her way back over to me, she handed me the tray before grabbing her pop and taking a sip.
“What was that about?” I questioned with a disgusted yet curious face.
“He just asked me if you were single and ready to mingle and I told him yes and gave him your number.” She said with humor laced in her tone. Although I was almost positive she was playing I couldn’t be too sure. She was forever trying to prank me and each time she went a little further.
“G stop playing so damn much. Imma stuff your little ass in a garbage can if you really did some shit like that.”
Laughing while spitting out her pop, she coughed to rid the little pop that was apparently choking her. “Oh shit, my pop went down the wrong pipe. Anyway, no I didn’t give him your number with your paranoid ass. He expressed to me how fine you were and I just agreed, because damn my man is fine.”
I just smirked at the compliment she just gave me. “Well you know what can I say?” I stated cockily.
“Don’t make me take it back. But seriously he’s an aspiring designer and when I went up there he recognized my face from the magazines and started gushing over me. So we set up an appointment for him to stop by and show me his portfolio sometime next week. Who knows, maybe I’ll discover a gem.” She explained.
“Well that’s good. Just keep his ass away from me.”
“Will do baby.” She easily complied.
“Let’s see if we can find a seat because juggling this tray and trying to eat at the same time isn’t gonna work.”
“I agree baby. It’s such hard work,” Kyra complained, causing me to look over at her with a stale face. She literally only had her drink in her hand as she walked by my side casually. She burst out laughing when she saw my face before taking another sip of her drink while smirking at me. You see what I’m talking about? Spoiled.
We finally found a seat and choked down on the food we had brought. “No, you gotta eat that second slice before you eat that funnel cake.” I instructed.
“Who the fuck are you? My father?” She retorted with her face scrunched up.
“Hell yeah, you ain’t know? I’m daddy around these here parts.”
Laughing at my confession, she stated, “That you are. But daddy,” I smirked at her calling me that outloud, “I need to eat my funnel cake before all of the ice cream melts on the top.”
“Look, nobody told you to go around eating like a damn mouse or better yet ordering an elaborate ass funnel cake. You OD with the treats baby so I’m gonna need you to finish eating actual food.” I didn’t budge.
“Fine.” She simply stated with a pout and took a huge bite out of her second slice, trying to get through it. Surprisingly she demolished it and dug straight into her funnel cake, moaning sexily as the caramel sauce dripped down her bottom lip.
“Here. Let me get that for you,” I motioned for her to come closer with my finger before leaning down and trailing my tongue across her bottom lip before pulling it in between mine, sucking the excess sauce off. I pulled away slowly, letting our lips pop off of each other’s and went back to eating my nachos. I smirked knowing I had just caught her up. She smacked her lips at the fact that I just toyed with her. I knew right about now Kyra was horny for me, but that would have to wait because I was still in big kid mode.
After finishing our food we steered clear of any more rides. Instead we played at a ton of gaming stations. I spent $120 at one game alone trying to win Kyra a prize that she “just had to have” despite toting three teddy bears, two guitars, four basketballs, and a plethora of jerseys from all of the athletic games I played. The game was set up where a ladder was horizontal with a slight incline. I had to climb up to the top of the ladder without flipping over or falling off. I definitely thought it was rigged, which I expressed to the man monitoring the gaming station, and he proceeded to climb up the ladder with ease proving my suspicions wrong.
Needless to say I still didn’t make it to the top and Kyra said that it was ok because at least I tried, which I did, like 10 times. But I knew how much she wanted the prize and I wasn’t leaving the station until I got it for her. Once most contenders were occupied or away from the station I slipped ol dude a hundred dollar bill and he passed me the humongous teddy bear for my lady.
It was literally the size of me and Kyra said she would need it to cuddle with for all of the nights I spent away on business.
By the end of the night we were exhausted and her feet were “killing her” her words, not mine. Her legs wrapped around my waist while her arms wrapped around my neck and we proceeded out of the park, while I totes all of her prizes in my arms.
During the short ride home she managed to fall asleep. Not wanting to disturb her I picked her up and her arms and legs instantly latched around my body like a child. I knew she was alert enough to walk but her spoiled ass wanted to continue to pretend. Halting my thoughts and proving me wrong, her snores rung in my ear. I don’t know how she could stay sound asleep like this. I decided to keep her prizes in the car until the morning.
We finally made it up to our penthouse and I stripped Kyra out of her clothes and down to her bra and thong. I licked my lips at the sight and I felt my dick jump behind my jeans. As much as I wanted to wake her up and take her down, she needed her rest. Sleep kept her mind off of her troubles and until she allowed me to help her conquer her demons, I was doing everything in my power to keep her mind at ease.
I stripped out of my clothes completely and hopped in the shower to wash up quickly before putting on a pair of boxers and slipping into bed. Switching off my bedside lamp and grabbing a hold of her waist I fell asleep immediately with my face tucked into her hair.
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