Loving Jacob

by Shani Greene-Dowdell

  “Forever?”

  “Forever,” she answered, and if it was even possible, she coated my cock with more of her sugary juices and rode my waves from below in perfect harmony.

  I snuggled my face against hers, inhaling her exhale as I slammed my dick into her tight walls.

  “Oh Jacob!” she cried out as I pounded at a pace that caused her to get wetter and hotter than ever.

  “My pussy is so good,” I told her. “Give me that sweet pussy. Give it all to me, my love. All of it,” I roared like a raging maniac as waves of decadent bliss took me on to the promised land.

  “Harder,” she muttered against my ear, and I thought I would lose all the good sense the Good Lord gave me.

  “Take it all, my love. It’s all for you,” I said as I answered her request with a vigorous pounding into her tender hole. The full length of my dick entering and exiting her suctioning cunt excited me to no end.

  My balls tightened. Her melodic moans and whispers summoned the cum out into her fertile womb. Her powerful release squirted onto the seat as I unloaded my seeds into her welcoming cove. Her body shook as my hot cum gushed into her canal. We were trying to get pregnant and I hoped that would be the moment I unleashed a winner inside the woman I loved. I wanted to give her a baby, so we would be bonded by our love evermore.

  Chapter Four

  Destiny

  My gut told me to demand to be taken home. However, I lived in the moment and followed Jacob inside Tazi's Cafe in downtown Atlanta wearing only a tank top with his jacket covering it. We had more important things to do than eat desert but there I was lagging a step behind my man. He reached his hand back to bring me close to his side.

  “Come on, baby,” he looked at me like he did the first day we met.

  I melted instantly.

  Jacob approached the counter in a measured stride.

  The sneaky grin on the white-headed woman standing behind the counter waiting for us let me know she either saw us having sex in her parking garage or she had an instinct that we were doing it.

  “Hello, Mrs. Jefferson, so great to see you again,” Jacob spoke.

  “Hey Son. Glad to see you love birds again,” she smiled from ear to ear and winked at me.

  She saw us.

  “Thanks to your good cakes, I met my sweetheart that I will love the rest of my life,” Jacob said. His hazel eyes were on fire when he looked at me, singeing every spot on my skin that he kissed in the car.

  To stop the shockwave of heat surging through my body, I said, “Hello Mrs. Jefferson. Nice to see you again, too.”

  “Oh, you two can stop it with that Mrs. Jefferson mess. Destiny, sweetheart, come over here and give Mama Tazi a hug,” she said, smiling and opening her arms widely. I walked into her embrace and she hugged me, tugging me side to side. “You look beautiful,” she said once she released me.

  “Thank you,” I blushed.

  “Now, Jacob, I have everything ready for you,” she said walking back behind the counter to grab a tray of her devil food. “…and you know I stayed late just for you, honey. Wouldn’t even do it for President Obama, but your grandmother was such a good friend of mine, so that makes you family.”

  “Uh, I appreciate you setting up everything I asked for on such short notice,” Jacob said, motioning with his hand to the table we sat at the first time we visited Tazi’s. A unity candle like the one at our wedding sat in the middle. “…but would pack it in carry out bags for us? Destiny is extremely tired and I don’t want to keep her out any later.” Jacob squeezed my hand before giving me a quick look.

  “Oh, that’ll be no problem. I bet she is mighty tired, Jacob,” Mrs. Jefferson said, glancing at me bobbing eyebrows and a telling smile.

  Hell yeah, she saw us.

  I shook my head.

  Jacob and his huge appetite.

  “We’re just going to take our food back to our room and make it a late-night treat,” Jacob said.

  I found out his plans for me as Mrs. Jefferson was learning of them. I thought we were going to spend the night in his Atlanta condo, but I guessed he knew better than to take me back to the place that Justine attacked me, when so many questions about her hung in the balance.

  He looked at me and saw that my eyes were locked on his soft, hazel green gaze. He didn’t acknowledge my confused look. He just continued to small talk with Mrs. Jefferson as he looked at me.

  She bagged our food and handed over two piping hot cups of coffee, which Jacob suggested we needed because it was going to be a long night.

  We thanked Mrs. Jefferson and stayed until she locked up. The three of us left together.

  Jacob and I arrived at the Marriott Marquis, and he picked up the keys to the penthouse suite that were waiting for him at the desk. We went up to the top floor and he unlocked the suite we made love in the very first time. Beautiful memories from the first night he touched me inside and out washed over me. Ironically, it was the first day we met.

  If anyone had told me I would have bumped into the heir of Turner Enterprises and be in the billionaire's bed by nightfall, I would have cursed them out for suggesting that I was that kind of woman. I didn’t fall in bed with men and say oops here’s a free coochie night for you, and you, and you… No. That wasn’t my way.

  But Jacob…

  He went from my instant lover to the heart of my heart, a friend and most sacred, my husband. We all think we have our hearts under control, until we’re buried knee deep in the confines of another’s warm soul and never wanting to escape.

  I scanned the lavish gold-trimmed penthouse, high back chairs and other regal furnishings. Was all of this meant to be a part of my life? Should I have turned him down when he asked me to come up to his room the first day I met him? Was I made for his world of power and privilege? Could a man like Jacob be true to me and only me, for a lifetime like he’d so carelessly spoke about at Tazi’s?

  Jacob had learned to be persuasive from his father who learned to be dismissive and aggressive from his father. His family groomed him since he was old enough to walk to be a boss. He exuded powerful influence in the boardroom and in the bedroom. He had the ability to cause me to forget what I was supposed to be doing, which was finding out answers about him and Justine.

  I glared into Jacob’s piercing stare. He was used to getting what he wanted. I had the distinct feeling he knew telling me whatever it was that he had to say would change that.

  Questions floated through my mind that dared to leave my lips. Feeling a cool chill float through the room, I crossed my arms over my chest to cover my breasts.

  Jacob sat on the edge of the bed beside me.

  “I know you’re wondering why I brought you here,” he began.

  “I have a pretty good idea why we’re here, Jacob. I mean, we’ve already made out in Tazi’s parking lot, so it’s not that you wanted to take me in our first bed of love. You obviously want to be on playing grounds where you can use our history as leverage when you tell me what it is you have to say.”

  I prepared myself mentally for the worst. He still loved Justine, the bat shit crazy bitch who probably murdered her ex fiancé who left her at the altar.

  “That’s partially right, Destiny.” Jacob stood up and went to the closet. “Here’s something for you to wear to bed.” He held a slinky see-through white robe out to me that would barely reach down far enough to cover my ass, and it was low cut in the breast area.

  “Deja vu.” I held the tiny piece of fabric on one finger. “At least the first time you brought me here, you gave me your robe that had some fabric on it. This little thing will barely cover me, Jacob, and I’m sure it will be uncomfortable.” I twirled the stringy material in my hand.

  “Actually, it’s too much fabric…but you can wear my robe if you insist. I do want you can be comfortable, but not as bad as I want to see you in that gown.”

  I laughed. “Thanks. If there was any less fabric on this robe, you’d only be able to call it a tampon?”


  “Heavens no, I would never bring you anything to wear that would clog up that sweet hole?” Jacob smacked my bottom as I stood up to go get his robe out of the closet.

  I threw the gown back at him and it hit him in the face. He caught it as it fell and put it up to his nose and then inside his mouth. He bit down on the robe saying, “This would taste and smell so much better with your scent in it.” His eyes raked over my body showing a desire to pounce on me with ravishing hunger like he did in his car.

  I stood beside the bed with his robe draped over my arm. "Are we going to talk about what you brought me here for, or not?”

  “We are talking. Have I ever told you that you make me the happiest man alive?”

  “Yes, you just did in the car,” I said.

  “Come sit beside me," he said, patting the spot beside him on the bed where he’d plopped down.

  “No, I’m fine right here, Jacob. What is it that you have to say?”

  “Don’t make me sit you down, Destiny. You know I will.”

  “You can’t tell me what to do, Jacob. I’d just rather go to sleep since you’re not going to address what I want you to, and that’s Justine’s trifling ass still trying to interfere in our marriage and you acting like you’ve seen a ghost every time we see her. Do you think I don’t notice how your demeanor changes, and it’s not in the way I would expect? Something is not adding up.”

  I walked around to my side of the bed and pulled the covers back. I slipped my dress off and slid on the robe.

  Jacob did the same, undressing on his side of the bed.

  “You’d better not touch me when you get in this bed,” I warned him as I slid underneath the covers. “The only thing you can do in this bed tonight is talk.”

  My words drifted away as he slid underneath the covers, ran his warm hands over my neck, admiring it as if it were a perfect sculpture. He then ran his fingers through my hair and pulled my face to his. Looking into my eyes, he crushed his lips against mine before I could flip over in the opposite direction. Rogue moans escaped my throat, which gave him the right to continue his assault on my lips.

  He had no right.

  I wanted to talk, not make love. Which was why my arms flew around his neck as our tongues danced. Tension between my curvaceous thighs mounted to epic proportions for the second time that night.

  The way he owned my lips spoke to his insatiable craving to unnerve me. This was Jacob’s realm where he prospered. Being helpless to the overwhelming sensitivity emerging in my love cove pissed me off and drove me crazy, at the same time. My hands ran freely over his body, leaving no place I could reach untouched.

  Surely, he didn’t have anything to say that would break us. If he did, he wouldn’t keep seducing me.

  I reached his extended erection.

  He roared in anticipation of more than a touch. His greedy eyes spoke to me, urging me not to resist us. This was his way of communicating to me that he would always be true.

  My husband has been faithful to me. I just know he has.

  I kept telling myself that, over and over. I fell back on the bed and allowed him to have me for the second time that night.

  Once the robe was on the floor, he tossed the covers back, sprang to his feet and removed his boxers.

  I lay on the bed, every inch of my naked flesh vulnerable to his overwhelming appetite.

  Jacob slid back into the bed. He pulled me into his embrace and seized my lips. "I want nothing more than to be buried in your sweetness again," he said, rubbing his finger against my throbbing clit.

  "I want that too, Jacob," I said, taking in his kingly physique that always caused me to forget anything wrong in my world—strong jawline, broad shoulders, toned abs and thighs. He was a sight to behold.

  I scooted to the center of the massive bed and opened my legs wide enough to accept him. He crept on top of me and pushed my legs back further with his capable arms.

  "Oh!" I screamed when he entered me with precision, ripping open the protective fibers of my canal open without warning.

  "Shit, you're always so fucking tight," he said, as if he were surprised that my body could give way to the pressure of his size, while gripping his heavenly girth for dear life. Within seconds, he possessed me with slow and deliberate strokes. I quivered beneath him on every thrust, with what seemed to be a constant, streaming orgasm.

  The state of being where nothing mattered but our connection overtook me.

  Good grief, I am all his. No matter what. No matter…no…

  “Oh shit, Jacob. You feel so good. What are you doing to me, Jacob?” I managed to ask between the jerking and trembling that, once again, had rapt my body with more pleasure than any one woman should endure in a lifetime.

  He sucked my dark, pebbled nipple into his mouth. His suction against my tender breast caused me to violently shudder while releasing the fiercest orgasm. My thick cream covered his big cock, and spilled over onto the bed. A pool of my juices built underneath us as he bucked relentlessly inside of me. My vaginal muscles entrapped and freed him repeatedly, pulling every bit of his cum out of his balls and into my thirsty canal.

  "Oh, sweetheart, I’m giving my babies to you! I want you to have them all," he growled against my ear as he held me in place so that I could receive all he had to give.

  “Jacob,” I moaned his name in pleasure. I watched his body move in wonderful form. He was insanely sexy and I loved him to no end.

  Jacob retracted from me. I immediately wanted him back inside, raging through me with full passion. I turned to my side with a smile on my face.

  I lay awake for a few minutes thinking if then was a good time to tell him about our child growing inside of me. I decided to wait until he revealed to me the reason he brought me to Atlanta.

  When Jacob spooned behind me, I fell fast asleep.

  Chapter Five

  Destiny

  When I woke up the next morning, Jacob’s side of the bed was empty. I pulled my aching body up to read the note left on his pillow.

  “I’m going to the Atlanta office for a few meetings and I’ll be back by noon. Then, we will talk…”

  Since our looming conversation had been postponed for a few more hours, I decided to use this time to take the kids to Montie’s office. He would be pleasantly surprised to see them while we’re in town, especially after he missed Junior’s big win in Florida’s all-state championship. Jacob had pulled some strings to get him on the team as a walk-on, and the coach accepted him because Junior was competitive and had already been playing little league soccer in Atlanta. And well, it might have had something to do with Jacob’s generous donation to the team’s travel fund. No kid on that team would have to pay to travel for at least the next couple years.

  I grabbed my cell and called Shalanda to see if I could somehow schedule a few hours of Montie’s time. When I told him about Junior’s game at the last minute, he blew up on me. He wouldn’t understand that this visit was impromptu for me, as well. He didn’t like surprises, so he would be ticked if we just showed up and he had important meetings scheduled at the same time. Thankfully, Shalanda saw a way to clear up half of Montie’s day without putting him at any inconvenience.

  “I’ll just have his earlier meeting come in at 1 p.m. That should be no problem,” she said. “It’s a feedback followup anyway.”

  “Are you sure he won’t be chewing the skin off my head and reattaching it to my skull after he’s gotten over his frustrations?” I asked, laughing slightly but serious as a heart attack. I didn’t not want any beef with Montie, which seemed to be all he was giving me as of late.

  “No, Destiny. That won’t be a problem. He’ll be so happy to see Junior and Montana, and hell, I will too. So what if he gets pissy about the surprise of it all. Can’t wait to see my babies, and if you have any problem with Montie, tell him I okayed his schedule change weeks ago. Little white lies don’t hurt anybody,” she said and laughed.

  “I don’t think it’ll come to that
, but thanks for covering for me anyway,” I laughed. “The kids are going to be so excited! Thank you so much. We’ll see you in a little while.”

  Next, I called Lynetta.

  “Good morning, Mrs. Turner. Is there anything I can do for you?” she asked in a perky voice.

  “Good morning, Lynetta. Are the kids dressed? I’m about to take them to see their father, since Jacob won’t be coming back until noon.”

  “Yes ma’am. What time would you like for us to meet you?” They were one floor down in a presidential suite.

  “In thirty minutes, come up to the penthouse, but don’t give them breakfast. I’m surprising them and their father with a breakfast meeting. Also, don’t tell them where we’re going. It’s a surprise. Have the car come around and get us by 7:45. I should be ready by then.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” she said and I disconnected the call.

  I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I slipped out of the Jacob’s night robe and held my hand out to test the water. It was steaming hot, just how I liked it. I couldn’t wait to step in and just clear my head for a little while, at least. Just as one foot landed in the shower, my phone rang.

  I picked up my phone off the bathroom counter and answered. “Hello.”

  “Good morning, my beautiful wife,” Jacob’s deep, soothing voice resounded through my phone’s speaker.

  I smiled. “Good morning, Jacob.”

  “Are you going somewhere?”

  Those security guys are such rats.

  “Yes, and I know your security team already called to let you know I asked them to pull the car around. Is that why you’re calling?”

  “Yes, they did call. Where to?”

  “If you must know, Mr. Turner. I’m taking Junior and Montana to see their father.”

  “Okay, that’s a good thing. And, yes, I must know where my wife is at all times. That’s why I pay people good money to make sure you’re safe. I also want to wish you a great day before I get caught up in the meeting I called with my team.”

  “Oh, thanks Jacob. I hope everything is okay.”