Wifey: Part 2

Nico nodded his head at her. “Stop running your mouth,” he said to her, knowing his words would have a double meaning.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m just saying . . . ”

Jasmine was getting frustrated because she wasn’t getting where she wanted to get with Nico.

Nico walked over to the wet bar and poured himself a Jack Daniel’s on the rocks and asked Jasmine if she wanted anything to drink. Jasmine just shook her head.

Nico put his drink on the table and gestured for Jasmine to come to him. She came to him, and then he kissed her on the lips. Jasmine sucked her teeth and told him that she hated him.

He planted a peck on her lips. “You hate me?”

“Yes.” Jasmine felt Nico unbutton her pants, and then she heard her zipper get unzipped.

“You ain’t give my pussy away, right?”

Jasmine lied and shook her head no. “You can’t fuck me, Nico.”

“Why not?” Nico asked, unzipping his own pants.

“Because you don’t trust me, you don’t tell me anything you don’t—”

“Stop talking,” Nico commanded.

Nico took another swig of his drink, and then he put it back down. He took Jasmine by the hand, led her into the bathroom, and turned on the shower.

“Take a shower with me,” he said to Jasmine while he got fully undressed and made his way into the glass-enclosed shower.

Jasmine wanted to resist, but the sight of Nico’s naked body turned her on so much, her pussy instantly got wet. She got undressed and joined him in the shower. She started to tongue-kiss him as the water rained down on both of them.

Before long Nico’s dick was rock-hard and lathered up with soap. He turned Jasmine around and fucked her from behind in the shower for twenty minutes.

Jasmine didn’t know what it was about Nico, but something about the way he fucked her always made her have multiple orgasms and left her literally weak in the knees.

When they had finished fucking and showering, Jasmine was uncharacteristically quiet, dealing with all kinds of emotions and

feelings. Overwhelmed and confused, she had no clue what the hell she had gotten herself into.

Nineteen

Nico ended up staying in Jasmine’s room for the rest of the day. Including the session in the shower, he had fucked her four times, to be exact. Her pussy was sore, but she knew one thing: As long as Nico was with her, he couldn’t be with Mia.

Jasmine had hoped for an opportunity to catch Nico saying something revealing, but with all of the fucking they were doing, the opportunity never presented itself. By the time ten o’clock rolled around, they were exhausted and decided to order room service instead of venturing out to eat. Neither of them had the energy to deal with Mia and any drama that would have come their way if they bumped into her somewhere.

After they had finished eating their dinner, it was only a quarter to eleven, which was very early for Las Vegas time, but Jasmine found herself dozing off in the bed with Nico.

“You still up?” she asked him.

“Yeah.”

Jasmine turned and faced Nico and she kissed him on his chest. She was very groggy and her voice sounded even more tired than she was feeling.

“I just wanted to tell you that I love you.”

“Oh, a’ight.” Nico had lost trust in Jasmine, so he couldn’t reciprocate the feelings that he had felt less than a month ago.

Before long, Jasmine was knocked out and in a deep sleep. Nico knew that the weed she had been smoking combined with the liquor and the sex was going to have her out cold for a while. He was tired, but he wasn’t about to let himself fall asleep; it was way too early for that.