Wifey: Part 1

After about five minutes she moved the pillow from her face, and she turned and looked at me. “You making sure I remember that dick!” she said. “Emmmmhhh! You feel so good inside me!”

At this point I could tell that all of Jasmine’s reservations were gone. She asked me if she could turn over on her back, so I let her, and then I continued to fuck her missionary style.

“You gonna make me come like this,” she said to me.

I started to fuck her harder.

“Yeah, baby!” she screamed. “Give me that dick!”

I kept fucking her, and thirty seconds later, she was coming. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me all the way into her and grabbed my ass with both of her hands. She was coming so hard, she didn’t even realize she was scratching the shit out of me in the process.

When she was done coming, she looked up at me, breathing heavily. She playfully slapped me. “I hate your black ass! I don’t even know how the hell this happened!” she said through a smile.

I paid her no mind and kept fucking her, and two minutes later I came. The shit felt so good, I didn’t even pull my dick out of her pussy. I was just hoping the condom didn’t break or anything, and thankfully it didn’t.

“Look at you sweating like crazy.” Jasmine wiped some sweat from my forehead and smiled at me. She covered her face and shook her head.

“What?”

“Now I don’t wanna leave,” she said.

I stood up and took off the condom, and Jasmine sat up.

“I don’t wanna leave either.” I gently touched her face and gave her a peck on the lips. “We gonna get together again when we got more time for each other.”

We both began to get dressed before making our way out of the house and to my car, where my driver was waiting for us.

As we headed back to Queens, Jasmine was pretty much quiet for most of the ride. I was surprised she hadn’t even at least commented on my house, but there was no way in the world she wasn’t impressed by it, especially considering where she was living in the hood.

When we reached the Liberty Avenue exit on the Van Wyck Expressway, I reached in my pocket, took out five hundred dollars, and handed it to Jasmine.

She gave me a confused look. “What’s that for?”

“A small birthday present.”

“Awww, thank you!” Jasmine said as she took hold of the money. “That’s so sweet.” She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

Before long we had pulled into the front of Jasmine’s house. I told the driver to give us a minute. Then I held out my hand to Jasmine and she placed her hand inside of mine.

“So we finally got to link up,” I said.

Jasmine grinned from ear to ear. “Yes, we definitely did.”

There were no other words to be said at that point, so I leaned into Jasmine’s direction and kissed her on the lips. She didn’t pull away from me. When I looked at her, her eyes were closed, so I took that as a green light and placed my hand on the back of her neck and started to tongue-kiss her. We kissed for about thirty seconds, and then I pulled away from her.

“You wasn’t lying—Your shit is fat and juicy for real.” I playfully tapped her on her chin with my hand.

“I never lie on myself.”

She didn’t wait for me to signal my driver to open the door. She unlocked her door and opened it, and as she was about to step out of the car, she thanked me for everything.

“Don’t start running from me now,” Jasmine said before fully exiting the car.

“We good. I gotchu. Keep my shit tight, ya heard?”

She looked at me and smiled, and nodding her head before closing the door.

I smiled to myself after watching her make it inside her house. I couldn’t wait to fuck her again. Jasmine had good-ass pussy and good head, but that was just a side note as far as I was concerned. She didn’t know it yet, but there was no way I was going to start running from her. I couldn’t run from her if I wanted to, at least not until I got her to set up her man for me.