I looked at the clock, seeing that it was a little after eleven. For the next forty-five minutes or so, I watched TV, then went into the bathroom to take a long shower. Once I was done, I wrapped a towel around me and entered the bedroom. There was a lot of snoring going on. I knew some of the snores were coming from Roc, because I’d gotten familiar with his snores. Jada was getting it in too, but I couldn’t quite hear Jaylin. He was a light sleeper, so I stood at the end of his bed, looking at his sexy body that outlined the sheets. I pulled on the sheets, trying to wake him. He didn’t move until the sheets got near his midsection and exposed his chest. That was when he sat up.
“Chase?” he questioned while squinting.
“Yeah, it’s me. I couldn’t sleep and I wanted some company. I thought you said you’d be up in an hour or so.”
“I planned on getting up, but that sleep had me in a coma.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re up now. Are you going to get up and join me?”
Jaylin sat silent for a few seconds and stroked his goatee. “Yeah, baby. Give me a minute, all right?”
I smiled as I made my way to the door, gearing up for round two and ready to set the roof on fire.
When Chase woke me up, she brought me back to reality. The reality was I had been curious to see what was up with her. I felt well rested, and since everyone else had shut it down, it was time to creep.
I quietly made my way out of the bedroom and into the bathroom to take a leak. Right after I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, the bathroom door squeaked open. Chase walked in, still holding a towel around her. I hated for people to interrupt me while I was in the bathroom.
“I said give me a minute, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, you did. But for whatever reason, I couldn’t wait much longer.”
Chase closed the door, then dropped the towel. All was forgiven, as I studied her silky, naked body that had curves in all the right places. She didn’t have that thickness in her thighs, how I normally preferred it, but there was a gap that was very inviting.
“So, I assume you like my hair,” she said. “Jada did a great job, didn’t she?”
The direction of my eyes shot up to her hair. “Yeah, uh, you hair looks nice.”
“But.”
“But what?”
She turned around, displaying her backside. “But my ass looks a whole lot better, doesn’t it?”
I studied her ass before commenting. “Yes, your ass is just right, however, I know you didn’t come in the bathroom to show those cute dimples on your ass to me, did you?”
She smiled and moved closer to me. “Yes, I did, but I also wanted to show you more than that.”
Chase sashayed over to the shower. She slid the glass door aside, then turned on the rainfall showerhead. The shower was the only good thing about this bathroom, but now that Chase was in it with me, that made things even better.
“Come inside and wash me,” she offered, then reached out to give me a bottle of shower gel.
“Honestly, my intentions were to take a seat on the counter and watch you for a while.”
“That’s no fun and that won’t help me one bit. I prefer to have it my way, that’s if you don’t mind.”
I believed in compromising with women, so why not give the woman what she wanted? I stepped out of my silk pajama pants, grabbed a condom from the medicine cabinet, and then joined Chase in the shower. Only a few feet separated our naked bodies, allowing me to get a good view of her. I dropped the condom on the seat and squeezed shower gel on the sponge. Chase was surprised that the first place I washed was her face. She touched my hand to stop me.
“You can do much better than that, can’t you?”
Giving me a hint, she turned and raised her arms in the air. I moved in closer and pressed my body, particularly my dick, against her backside. I reached around to her front side and started to wash her breasts. As I covered them with soap and warm water, I also massaged them together. Chase’s nipples grew from my touch; her breasts felt firm as ever. Much of the water spraying from the showerhead was dripping on her, so it quickly washed the suds I created down her slender body and into the drain. I circled the sponge around her midsection, but before going down low, I leaned in to her neck and lightly sucked it. She released soft moans, until my sucks turned into tiny bites. Her moans got louder—obviously, the bites aroused her more. She reached up and started to wiggle her fingers through my curls. I loved when women did that to me, especially Nokea. I shook her from my thoughts, then I inched the sponge down lower, stopping right at Chase’s pussy. She separated her legs and that was when I let go of the sponge. I cleansed her insides with my thick fingers, digging them deep into her and wiping her walls. Almost immediately, I could tell Chase damn sure was no virgin.
“I can tell that you’ve had much experience with sex.” I felt how loose she was.
She quickly fired back. “Experience with a bunch of vibrators and dildos. But no experience with a man like you or with one who has measured up to your size.”
That was bullshit, but she didn’t have to know that I knew it was. I moved her forward to face the wall. The water now poured on both of us and it was up so high that we got drenched. I wasn’t ready to sample the goods yet, so I continued my foreplay by pressing my lips down her backside.
“That tickles.”
She laughed as I squatted to kiss her entire ass. I massaged her cheeks, then took several quick swipes at her asshole to get a reaction. She sucked in a deep breath, then released it.
“I don’t know how much more of that I can take,” she said. “But I must tell you that I’m enjoying every minute.”
I stood to put on the condom, deciding to save her pretty ass for later. Chase turned to face me and that was when I lifted her to my waist. She secured her legs around me and placed her arms on my shoulders. We exchanged an intense stare, before our lips finally met up and brushed against each others. The smacking got louder as more water dripped between our sloppy kisses. The taste was sweeter than a cherry.
“Mmmm,” Chase moaned between breaths. “You’re a damn good kisser. Why…why do I feel like I’ve known you forever? That you’re about to make love to me, Jaylin, instead of fuck me like most men will do.”
Sometimes, it was best to keep quiet and listen. This was one of those times, so I let Chase speak her mind. Besides, I was speechless, and the feel of her hotspot had my mind elsewhere.
She felt light as a feather. It didn’t take much for me to position her in my arms and direct my hardness into her heat. As I entered her, she shut her eyes and tensed up. A sigh followed, then she relaxed.
I turned my hips in slow circles and began to paint her walls with long strokes. Her grip had gotten tighter around my neck. She held on to me as if she didn’t want to let go. I couldn’t believe when I looked into her eyes and saw them turn glossy. So many women were extremely emotional during sex, but I had an idea what was going in Chase’s mind. She attempted to hide her emotions, but that was when I pressed my lips against a corner tear to wash it away. I halted my strokes, but continued to secure her in my arms.
“Are you all right?” I asked. “Did I hurt you or something?”
She moved her head from side to side. “No, Jaylin. You’re not hurting me at all. I enjoy looking into the richness of your grey eyes. Please continue.”
Her smile put me at ease. Little did Chase know that after hearing what her father had done to her as a child, I knew that she was fragile. I had to be careful how I handled her. Every woman was different. The way I had sex with them was determined by what I knew about them. She didn’t need for me to be aggressive, as her father had already been that. I was pleased that she appreciated my approach.
I backed away from her insides and lowered her trembling legs. When I sat on the seat, Chase straddled the top of me and latched her pussy onto my shaft. Her insides were deep and warm, making it easy for me to move around in. We rocked our wet bodies together, and it wasn’t
long before she shouted out that she was coming.
“I feel it coming, Jaylin.”
She bounced a little faster while on top of me. To help her juices flow, I used my fingers to massage her stiff bud that peeked through her slit. My dick swiped against her bud at the same time and I felt it swell. Shortly thereafter, her body went limp and it felt as if she’d melted in my arms. I held my arms tightly around her so she wouldn’t fall backward. To calm her, I covered her breast with my mouth and circled her nipple with the tip of my tongue. My dick remained inside of her, because in no way was I ready to call it quits. Neither was Chase. This time, she turned around to ride me and bent over far enough where her hands touched the floor. With each thrust, I lifted myself from the seat, trying to leave my mark on every corner of her pussy that I could. My hands rubbed down her perfect curves that sculptured her waistline, and I couldn’t get enough of touching her sweet ass. I narrowed my eyes to watch it jiggle on top of me, but had to shut them so I wouldn’t be forced to come. She wanted me to come. I could tell by the way she was popping it.
“How does it feel?” she asked me. “I know how it feels to me, but you tell me.”
“I don’t tell until I’m done.”
She laughed and sat up straight with her back facing me. I now had better access to her pearl that I could feel above her widely stretched slit, thanks to my muscle that had it stuffed to capacity. As she rode me at a slow pace, I manipulated her pearl again. I used my other hand to squeeze her breast, and to be honest, it had been a long time since I’d felt this relaxed.
“We’re perfect for each other,” Chase said softly. “I love the way you play with me and your gentle touch is about to make me come…come again.”
She put her fingers on top of mine and assisted me in toying with her. We rubbed and massaged her pussy together. I was feeling this shit, and with the condom still on, I felt her juices rain down on me.
A look of pure satisfaction was on her face as she turned toward me and got on her knees. She backed up to where most of the water poured and asked me to come to her. I got up from the seat, removed the condom and stood in front of her. She took several squeezes on my ass, then opened her mouth wide to receive my dick that was now harder than a black diamond. With water dripping over my lashes, I looked down at Chase, trying to swallow all of me. Her hands were turning around my shaft and she paid extra attention to my head. It was damn sure a pretty sight to see such a beautiful woman like her go to work on me. Her jaws tightened and her soft moans, along with the feel of what she was doing made me roar.
“I’m about to show you how good this feels in a minute,” I strained to say.
Chase’s mouth was too full to reply. My legs got weak, so I sucked in my six-pack and then let a deep breath escape. I held her head steady and began to stroke her mouth faster. I could feel my muscle sliding far down her throat. That was what finally made me show her how pleased I really was. Chase washed away my sperm with her mouth, before standing to face me.
“Before morning gets here, I guess we’d better wash each other up for real,” she said. “The water has turned cold, and just so you know, that was a lot of feedback that you gave me.”
“I was saving it for you, but there’s still so much more left. I don’t know what else I want to do with it. Do you have any suggestions?”
Chase got closer and put her arms on my shoulders again. She got on her tippy toes to give me a kiss.
“I know plenty of things you can do with it. And I’ll give you my suggestions after we wash each other.”
This time, she put shower gel on the sponge and asked me to turn around. The water turned colder, but the way she washed all over my body felt relaxing. There was no doubt that we still had a long night/morning ahead of us. Chase Jenkins had definitely put something on me that I would remember for quite some time. Or should I say, at least for another week—maybe two.
As the guilt for what I had done started to kick in, I tossed and turned until I finally fell asleep. When I did, it felt like I was in a coma.
There I was, standing at the altar in my black tuxedo, looking dope as ever. The church was filled to capacity with Desa Rae’s family and friends, as well as mine. My boys were lined up beside me, and we all watched as my beautiful daughter, Chassidy, made her way down the long aisle, dropping flower petals along the way. I couldn’t help but to smile because she reminded me so much of Desa Rae. We had a lot to be proud of and today was no exception. It was special, no doubt. After everything that Desa Rae and me had been through, our wedding day had finally arrived. The woman who I loved was about to be my wife, and no words could explain how nervous I felt inside.
Minutes later, the “Here Comes the Bride” theme played. Desa Rae appeared at the back of the church. I could barely breathe—her beauty had taken my breath away. The cream-colored strapless dress she wore was silk. It rested perfectly on her healthy curves and cut right underneath her knees; the dress allowed everyone to get a glimpse of her smooth legs and high-heel shoes that matched her dress. Twisted pearls were gathered around her neck, and her hair was full of loose curls that fell on her shoulders. I had never seen my woman look so fabulous. She had gone over and above the call of duty for this day. Every eye in the church was glued on her, especially my boys, who all stood in awe.
Desa Rae moved slowly down the aisle with a blank expression on her face. No smile was visible whatsoever. I wondered why she wasn’t smiling; I definitely was.
By the time she reached me, several tears had reached the rim of her eyes and poured over. She handed me her flowers to hold while she wiped her tears. I had a handkerchief in my pocket, so I pulled it out and wiped her tears with it. I was surprised by the continuous flowing of her tears because Desa Rae wasn’t one to always show her emotions. Everybody waited for her to gather herself, but she couldn’t seem to do it. Trying to calm her, I stepped forward to hold her in my arms.
“I know, ma,” I said. “I’m excited about this day too, but you gotta stop cryin’, so we can get this show on the road.”
She backed away from me and gazed into my eyes. “Why, Roc?” she asked. “Why did you have to do it?”
I quickly blinked and was caught off guard by her question. My heart dropped to my stomach. I could feel beads of sweat dot my forehead.
“Do what? What are you talkin’ about?”
“You know darn well what I’m talking about. How long have you been messing around with another woman?”
Several gasps could be heard throughout the church and a few snickers too. I couldn’t even move. It felt like cement had been poured over me. I stared at Desa Rae, in shock that she was standing before me accusing me of being with someone else.
“Answer me, damnit! Open your mouth and answer me,” she demanded.
I suspiciously looked around, trying to play down the noise she was swinging my way. “May…maybe we should go somewhere and talk in private. We really don’t want to put our business out there like this, do we?”
She smacked away a tear that had fallen. Anger that I had never seen before crept across her face. “I don’t care if anyone hears what I have to say. And if you refuse to come clean, this shit is about to get real ugly.”
It had already gotten ugly to me, especially with so many people in our business. What was it that she expected me to say? I hadn’t been with no other woman, other than the one incident I’d had with Chase. There was no way that Desa Rae had found out about what had happened during my Hell House stay. I wasn’t so sure where she was going with this.
I reached out to hold her, but she wouldn’t allow me to touch her. “I think you’re makin’ a big mistake. I haven’t been with anyone. Why are you trippin’ so hard, ma? When I tell you it’s the wrong time and place, I really mean that shit.”
Desa Rae swallowed hard and pointed her finger at me. She spoke through gritted teeth that made me take a few steps back. “You owe me the truth, bastard. You said you loved me, and I’m going to
ask you this one more time. Who have you been having sex with?”
By now, I had tuned out everybody. I reached out for her again, trying to talk some sense into her, but she wasn’t having it.
“I’m here to marry you. I haven’t been seein’ nobody else, so why are you accusin’ me of somethin’ that ain’t ever happened?”
Desa Rae pulled out a letter from inside of her wedding gown and unfolded it. Before reading it, she sighed and gazed at me with a pained look in her eyes.
“One week ago, I went to the doctor. His office called yesterday, the day before our wedding, and told me that I needed to come in to discuss the results of my tests. My test for syphilis came back positive, Roc. If you’ve been faithful to me, please tell me how something like this could’ve happened?” She waved the letter in my face. “Explain this crap to me. I’m very fucking confused right now.”
I was so embarrassed. When I looked around, not one single person had left. They wanted a response too, but I was speechless. I’d used a condom when I had sex with Chase, and I knew for a fact that it didn’t come off. We did, however, indulge into a lot of sucking on the private parts, but the chances of me catching anything from going down on her was slim to none. Or, that was what I’d thought. Then I thought about Desa Rae getting her freak on with someone else. I wasn’t sure what was up with her, but in no way would I stand at the altar and confess to what I’d done.
“I honestly do not know how somethin’ like this could’ve happened, but when is the last time you hooked up with Reggie? You did have sex with him, didn’t you?”
I tried to swing that shit back her way, but Desa Rae reached out and slapped the living daylights out of me. My head jerked to the side, and I rubbed my cheek, trying to soothe the hard blow.
“How dare you bring Reggie into your mess? I trusted you, Roc. I trusted that you would finally do right by me, but you just couldn’t do it, could you? You couldn’t keep your dick in your pants, and now you done gave me a disease that one of those trifling bitches you’ve been screwing with done passed on to you. You stand there with your lies and think it is okay for you to ruin my wedding day. You ruined this day for me, and I want you out of my life for good!”
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