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“And that ain’t until later,” he replied, slipping his hand between my thighs, but I gripped his wrist before he could go any further.
“I know, but you promised me a breakfast date, and I’on want your cum leaking out of me while I’m getting examined.”
“Man, what the fuck?” he asked, laughing. “You act like they’on know we fucking.”
“That doesn’t mean I wanna see how they got there,” I shot back.
Defeated, he huffed and started to get out the bed, but I grabbed his arm to stop him. He looked at me with questioning eyes but didn’t say anything. Instead, I sat up and fished his hard dick out of his boxers and glided it down my throat.
“Sss… gah damn, baby,” he groaned with a fist full of my hair.
That only fueled the fire within me because I started sucking and slurping like I was getting paid time and a half plus PTO. It didn’t take long for me to feel his dick jump in my throat, and he was gripping the fuck out of my hair while he emptied the rest of our kids down my esophagus.
“Feel better now?” I smiled.
“Hell yeah.”
“Good, now I can get ready in peace,” I replied, getting to my feet.
“Peace?” he repeated, smacking my ass as I walked past him. “Nah, you married the wrong nigga for that. They’on call me Khaotic for nothing baby.” He winked.
I laughed and headed into the bathroom with him following right behind me.
***
By the time we arrived at my favorite breakfast spot, I was starving. I ordered French toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, and a side of potatoes while Joni settled on steak and eggs.
“You sure that’s all you want?” He questioned when the waitress walked away.
“What you tryna say?”
“I’m just asking, baby,” he replied, laughing.
“Mhm,” I countered.
It felt good being out with my husband without the kids, enjoying something as simple as breakfast. Between work, family, and preparing for the twins, we didn’t always get opportunities to spend time together without somebody needing something.
“How you feeling, though?” Joni asked, reaching over and rubbing my stomach.
“I’m good. These babies are getting heavy, so I know they’ll have your big head,” I joked.
“I didn’t hear you complaining about my big head when we were making ’em.” He smirked.
Our food had just arrived, and I was halfway through my French toast when Joni reached over and stole a piece of bacon from my plate.
“Really, Ajoni?” I fussed, looking at him.
“You ain’t gone miss one piece.” He grinned before biting a piece and feeding me the other piece.
“Look at this bullshit,” I muttered, putting my glass down.
Joni glanced up, and his expression immediately changed.
“Well, ain’t this cute,” Diamond remarked, stopping beside our table.
“What do you want, Diamond?” I asked.
“I wanted to know what you said to Justine. She was pretty pissed after y’all little conversation,” she replied.
