Cuffed by A Black Billionaire

by Khadijah J

  “Well, I’m proud of you, babe, and I’m positive that you’ll get it.” I told him. He kissed me on the lips, and I crossed my legs as I usually did. Ken just did something to me, and all we had indulged in, was oral sex. We have never just made love, because we were always busy, and he wanted to mind fuck me first, before physically touching me. His words, not mine.

  When we got to the Four Seasons Hotel, we checked in our rooms, and I jumped in the shower, feeling sweaty as hell. I got dressed, and Ken was kissing all over me. I pulled back, looking at him.

  “What’s gotten into you?” I giggled, as he pecked me on the lips.

  “Nothing. I can’t show my woman some love?” He laughed.

  “I guess.” I told him.

  “Come on, you ready?” He asked.

  “Yeah, just about.” I grabbed my sunglasses and put on my shades.

  “You look good, bae. Don’t get fucked up.” He pecked me.

  “Of course not, honey. You know I love you.” I smiled hugely at him. He smacked me on the butt, and we headed out with the rest of the crew. We had a ball drinking and gambling. I was so grateful Shianne was with me and wasn’t fazed by Pierre’s sorry ass. I didn’t like him, simply because of how he played my friend. He was shady as hell, and I had no words for him.

  Every day was the same, me and Shi would have girl’s day, and enjoy ourselves on the strip. The men would be away, handling their business with the casino or what not. We were getting massages, eating, enjoying the strip, shopping, and most importantly, getting drunk. We had been going to Fat Tuesday’s, dang near every day, because we were addicted. We were at Joe’s Seafood Spot, when I got a call from Kentrell.

  “Hello.” I answered.

  “Baby, where you at?” He asked.

  “Joe’s Seafood, on the strip.” I told him, as we were getting seated.

  “Alright, we about to come to you.” He said and hung up on me. I laughed and told the waitress we needed a bigger table, because we had four huge men joining us. She moved us, and shortly after, they were walking in. When Kentrell would be suited and booted, I just adored him. He looked so good in his navy blue suit, that fit his frame just perfectly. He had his top buttons unbuttoned, and his tie undone. He came and tongued me down, not even saying anything. After he was done, he sat down next to me, putting his arm around me.

  “We did it, we closed the deal. We about to make so much fucking money, bro.” Pierre smirked.

  “Nah, this nigga did it, he closed the deal.” Kenzo pointed to Kentrell.

  “Babe, y’all closed the deal on the hotel and casino?” I asked. He smirked and nodded.

  “That’s amazing. Congrats to all of y’all.” Shianne smiled.

  “This calls for celebrating tonight.” Zell smirked. I shook my head. We ordered, then finished our food, before heading back to the room so the men could get out of their suits. I changed and put on a cute, peach romper, with some matching wedges and my purse. I was oiling my legs with my shimmer oil, when Ken came out the shower, ass naked, looking at me like I was a full course meal.

  “You gonna make us late or what?” I asked.

  “My bad, I just be getting stuck looking at yo beautiful ass sometimes.” He smirked. I pursed my lips and rolled my eyes. He got dressed, looking like a snack, and we met them at the elevator.

  By midnight, I was so intoxicated, it wasn’t even funny. I was all over Ken like we were at home. I got so bad in the club, that he stood up and grabbed me, telling me we were going back to the room. He called our car, and when we got in, I attacked him again, trying to suck his lips off his face, and messing with his belt buckle. His low eyes gazed into mine, and I was stuck. I loved this man so much I never thought I could love someone like this in my life, but I was in love.

  Making our way to our room, I went to the bathroom to freshen up. I had brought my bag in here with me, because I wanted to surprise Kentrell. I put on my lingerie set that I had picked out at home. I wanted to wear this for him a long time ago, but I never had the courage. Now I had this liquor up in me, and I was feeling like I had the guts. I walked out the bathroom with the matching lace robe, and Ken was on his phone, not paying me any attention. I was slowly, but surely, becoming discouraged, and started to turn around and change. I saw the bottle of D’usse next to me. I grabbed the bottle and took a shot.

  “Damn, took you long eno,” he paused, finally noticing me. I gave him a small smile, and he jumped out the bed like it was on fire.

  “Boy, what the hell?” I shrieked, when he picked me up and started tonguing me down. He laid me on the bed gently.

  “Baby, you sure about this?” He asked. I nodded. He peeled my underwear off tossed them to the side. I looked down just as his face made contact with my waxed vagina. He lifted my legs up and started licking and slurping on my vagina as if his life depended on it. I had received oral sex before, but it was nothing like this. Within two minutes, I was screaming like a wild animal in the jungle, and I felt this pressure building up and releasing.

  “OH MY. OH MY GOODNESS, KEN! BABY, YES, OHH, YES.” I hollered out. He kept slurping, and the sounds of my juices had me past turned on. My nipples were so hard, and before long, it felt like my body was slowly rising off the bed.

  “AHHHH. OHHH, MYY.” I screamed, as my legs were shaking, and my eyes were rolling to the back of my head. I had never in my life experienced anything like this. When he stood up and towered over me, his beard was literally, dripping with my juices. He cocked my legs opened, and scooted me back on the edge of the bed. I didn’t know when he took his clothes off, but he slowly inserted his thick pole inside me, and I tried to hold in my scream. I knew Ken was working with something, because I’d seen it, but, Lord, I didn’t know it would be the cause of my death.

  “Ahh,” I cried out, and grabbed his arm, clawing it.

  “Damn, this motherfucker so tight and wet. Damn, bae.” He steadily slowly stroked me, and it started feeling better, and better. Before long, you could hear how wet my pussy got from his slow strokes. The way he was stroking me, and staring deep in my soul, and lightly sucking on my neck, I was going crazy.

  “Fuck, shit. Gotdamn.” He shook on top of me. He stared down at me, with this crazy look on his face.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Let’s go get married?” His drunk ass said. I laughed in his face, but he just stared at me.

  “Wait, you serious?” I asked.

  “Babe, that’s just the liquor talking.” I told him. He pulled out of me and went to the bathroom. He went in his bag, looking for something, before pulling out a small box. I frowned, looking at him.

  “What’s up?” He asked.

  “Of course, baby.” I smiled and he put the ring on my finger. He grabbed the liquor bottle and poured us some celebration shots.

  ***

  The next morning, I woke up to Ken slowly inserting his thick wood inside of me. I moaned out, this nigga acted like he never got tired. He was like the Energizer Bunny, he would bust, and then two seconds later, be ready for the next round. He grabbed my legs while he was still inside me, and rolled on his back, so that I was on top. He started trying to guide my hips slowly, and I was trying to adjust to his size. Ken wasn’t no Mandingo, but he had the biggest, and thickest, penis, I’d dealt with.

  “Ohh, bae.” I moaned and started slowly riding him.

  “Fuck, look at you. Looking good as fuck. This my pussy?” He licked his lips, looking up at me.

  “Yes, baby, yes, this is your pussy. Oh, I’m cumming, baby.” I started squealing, and he gripped my waist steady, bouncing me up and down, before exploding with me.

  “Ohhh, fuck, girl. Shit!” He growled. I collapsed on top of him and was huffing and puffing. Being on top took a lot of work shit, I was exhausted. I ended up falling right back to sleep, on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

  I woke up with this urge to pee. I got up and went to handle my hygiene, even jumped in the shower. I got out and br
ushed my teeth and washed my face. I was drying my hands, when I finally noticed the big ass rock on my finger. I don’t know how I missed it in the shower, it was beautiful. I heard the hotel door opening and closing. I stood there in shock. Trying to retract my steps and remember what the hell happened. I wrapped my towel around me and went to find Ken. I went to the nightstand to grab my phone, when I found our marriage license. I picked up my phone so fast. I dialed his number and his phone rang in the room. I sat my phone down and was about to call Shi, when Ken came strolling through the door with no shirt and two bags of food. My stomach instantly growled. Ken sat at the table across the room.

  “Is this forreal? We really married?” I asked him.

  “Yeah, why you looking like that?” He frowned.

  “What do you mean why am I looking like that? Because I don’t remember walking down an aisle, that’s why.” I shrieked, standing up.

  “I can’t believe this. I can’t, I just can’t.” I paced the floor.

  “I’m somebody’s wife, I’m Kentrell’s wife. We are married. I have a husband.” I said aloud.

  “Girl, if you don’t come sit yo ass down. I brought yo ass some steak tacos.” He frowned. I went and grabbed my taco, sitting across from him in the chair. He was staring at me in heaven, eating this damn taco.

  “When is the last time I ate?” I asked.

  “Shit, I don’t know. We been drinking and fucking the past twelve hours.” He shrugged.

  “Wow, Kentrell.” I frowned. He chuckled.

  “You the one that’s been initiating everything, shit, now you sober, you wanna act all innocent, putting your glasses on and shit. Nah, try that shit with somebody else.” He told me.

  “So, we’re really married?” I asked, for the fifteenth time.

  “Come here.” He told me, holding his hands out. I sat my taco down and sat down on his lap, still in my towel.

  “Why you keep asking me that like you don’t want to be married to me or something?” He asked.

  “It’s not that, it’s just that it’s unexpected, and I’m in disbelief.” I told him.

  “You love me?” He asked.

  “Of course, I do, Ken. I love you so damn much.” I told him, looking him square in the eye.

  “You know how much I love you?” He asked.

  “No, how much?”

  “Beyond measurable. How much I love you could never be measured, but can only be shown by actions. I plan on showing you everyday how much.” He said. I hated when he got deep like this, it just made me melt.

  “I remember when you told me you were afraid of falling for me, or you thought I had some ulterior motive. Yeah, my ulterior motive was to lock you down for life. I wanna be the one who makes you laugh that goofy ass laugh. When you cry, or you feeling sad, I wanna be the one to hold you and make you feel safe. I couldn’t imagine life without you, honestly. Ever since you tried to take me out the game on the fucking bike in Miami Beach, and I saw that pain in your eyes. I made it my mission to aide in your healing.” He told me, and I gave him a smile. I kissed him with so much passion. Kentrell was my soulmate.

  “I love you so much, husband.” I smiled, wiping a tear from my eye. He smirked, caressing my face.

  “I love you too, Mrs. Rockwell. ‘Til death do us part.” He said.

  “‘Til death do us part.” I nodded, and picked up one of his chicken tacos. He shook his head at me, and I shrugged.

  TWENTY-TWO

  KEN

  SIX MONTHS LATER

  “Fuck.” I groaned out, watching my wife work her mouth. I was about to bust at the sight of her pretty ass face, getting nasty for a nigga.

  “Mmmm.” She moaned like my dick was the best thing she ever tasted.

  “Got damn, bae!” I groaned, nutting in her mouth. She kept sucking my shit, and I had to bite down on my lip, to keep from crying out like a pussy ass bitch. She stood up and lifted her dress over her hips. I lowered myself in the chair, so she could climb right the fuck on top. My shit was still hard, waiting to enter her heavenly walls. She straddled me, and lowered her warm, juicy ass pussy, onto my hard dick.

  “Ummm.” She moaned, closing her eyes.

  “Work yo dick, baby.” I told her. She started slowly bouncing up and down, all you could hear was her juicy ass pussy, making all that noise. Someone was knocking on my office door. I ignored them, because I told my secretary to tell motherfuckers not to bother me when my wife came to visit me. Yanni started riding me like a true cowgirl, and I was matching her ass, thrust for thrust.

  “Oh, you must’ve really missed daddy, huh?” I grunted in her ear.

  “Yes, baby.” She moaned, in her sexy ass voice. She had just got off work. She kept working her pussy on me, and I could feel my shit about to bust again. I lifted her ass up, and put her on the desk, pulling out of her pussy.

  “Unh, babe.” She groaned out in agony. I started feasting on her pussy, loving the way she tasted. My baby ate her fruits, and drank plenty of water, which was the best combination. I would get lost in her scent, that shit drove me crazy. I stood up, ready to knock her shit out the frame, she was leaking onto my desk. I ain’t give a fuck. I scooted her toward the edge of the desk, cocking her legs all the way on the side of her ears. She smirked at me, and I chuckled at her freaky ass.

  “Put that mufucka in.” I told her. She took her small hand, and reached down, putting my dick in her wet ass pussy. I clenched my jaw every time I entered her shit. Her pussy was unlike any other bitches I’d ever had.

  “Ohhh, bae, go slow.” She moaned. Her shit was snatching my dick, suffocating me. I ain’t know how much longer I could hold it.

  “Ohhh, baby, I’m about to cum. Ahhh.” She squealed out, and looking down, her cream coated my dick, as I steadily stroked her. She was steady making her sexy ass faces, while I quickened my pace. My office door flew open, and I bout killed a nigga.

  “Oh shit, my bad, bro.” He quickly closed the door.

  “DAMN!” I heard one of them niggas say.

  “Baeeee.” Yanni moaned, as I sped up. She tried to put her hand up, but I knocked that shit right back out my way.

  “Let me get that spot. I feel it, ohh,” I smirked at her, as she made that face I knew she was about to explode. I leaned down and tongued her down, as she screamed and exploded on my dick, causing a nigga to bust deep inside her ass. Her pussy was steady contracting around my dick, and my baby was still shaking.

  “Fuck.” I groaned, and removed my dick, otherwise, I was gon’ have to fuck the shit outta her ass again. I carried her to the bathroom, and we quickly cleaned up. She came out and Lysol’d my damn desk and chair. She sprayed some air freshener, and I chuckled.

  “You so fucking extra.” I laughed.

  “Whatever.” She gathered up all her stuff. She bent down to pick up her shoes, and I sat her on the desk, slipping them bitches on for her. She pecked me on the lips.

  “Thanks, hubby. Steak for dinner tonight?” She stood and we headed toward the door.

  “Yeah, that sound good. Need me to bring anything home?” I asked her.

  “No, just yourself, in one piece, please.” She smiled brightly, as I walked her to her Jaguar. As soon as we got back from Vegas, I took care of my woman. Fuck she look like driving that piece of shit, when her husband was a billionaire?

  “Damn, sis, couldn’t wait until my nigga got home, huh?” Pierre joked.

  “Get you some business.” She closed her door. I chuckled, as she pulled out the lot. We walked in, and these goofy ass niggas kept cracking jokes.

  “Y’all niggas are a joke.” I told them.

  “Nigga, I’m telling you. I was a little thrown off when I saw both of them, but when they kissed each other, I was all for it. Fuck it.” Pierre told us some wild shit that happened with him the night before.

  “What time is that meeting with the Buntings tomorrow?” Kenzo asked.

  “Six.” I told him.

  “Alright, cool. I’ll be
there.” Kenzo said. I was proud of my nigga, Kenzo, and the fact that this nigga was actually trying to do better. Pierre and Zell dropped out on the casino deal in Vegas, because they ain’t have the bread. A nigga like me broke the bank, but I was absolutely positive I would make that money ten times over, and I did. Me and Kenzo did, my nigga gave his last, but said he wanted more than his club money. So, we did what the fuck we had to do. After shooting the shit with these two fools, I made my way to the crib, to see my fine ass wife finishing up dinner.

  “Well, welcome home, handsome.” She smiled at me, and ran up to me, kissing me on the lips.

  “It smells good as hell in here.” I smacked her on her plump ass.

  “I know, right. Your dad called the house, and said he was going to stop by.” She smiled. It wasn’t nothing like knowing my wife was happy. Every day I walked through this door, my baby was smiling, or if she was sad or angry, her face would light up as soon as she saw me, and that made a nigga prouder than ever.

  “I talked to his old ass. He said he was coming to get a plate from his daughter.” I chuckled.

  “He is a mess. Also, your mother called.” She gave me a small smile.

  “I don’t know what the fuck she calling for. You talked to her?” I asked, making my way upstairs.

  “Ken, really?” She shrieked. I chuckled and went to take a quick shower. Afterwards, I went downstairs, and I heard Pops laughing, and giggling, with my lady. I shook my head at his old ass.

  “You ain’t got it no more, Pops. You skinning and grinning in my woman’s face, she don’t like old crusty niggas like you.” I walked in, starting on his ass. He chuckled.

  “I told you he was jealous. She told me your mother called. You know her begging ass don’t want shit.” He started.

  “Yeah, alright. Can you leave, so me and my lady can enjoy our dinner?” I told him.

  “Don’t mind if I do. I’ll see you later, baby girl.” My pops hugged her, and slapped fives with me. I went to lock the front door before sitting across the table from my queen. We prayed over the food, then I dug in. My shit was smoking, just how I liked it, man, Yanni was the perfect damn wife. That’s why I treated her like the queen she was. She had a nigga wrapped around her damn finger.