“Yeah we can if you want. What you got a taste for?”
“Pizza, but I don’t need pizza.” I chuckled before sighing.
I loved being a model, but not being able to eat like I wanted was a hard sacrifice. That’s why when I got pregnant with KJ, I pigged the hell out. It wasn’t hard dropping the baby weight either because I was in great shape before.
“You can have pizza, baby.” He rose to his feet. “Come on, let’s go get some.”
“No I can’t. I need to keep it healthy, Kordell.”
“One little ass piece of pizza? What the hell is that gon’ do? If one slice is gon’ make you blow the fuck up then you were already fat, which you ain’t.” He frowned his sexy face and leaned back on the dresser which held the TV. “You ain’t like them hoes that are one Reese’s Butter Cup away from needing liposuction.”
“One Reese’s Butter Cup? Really?” I laughed. I crawled to the top of the huge ass bed, and pressed my back up against the pillows. “You wouldn’t love me anymore if I was 500 pounds,” I joked.
Climbing onto the bed, he lied on his stomach and caressed my inner thigh with his large hand. He did that for a little while as I watched him, before he said, “You know I love you, right?”
“Kordell.”
“I’m serious. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, I figured that when you asked me to marry you and actually showed up to the wedding.”
We chuckled lightly together.
“I always said I would never get married, nor would I ever stand at an altar and wait, but I did that shit for you and was happy to.”
“I know.”
He was quiet again before sighing and saying, “I love you like on some real shit.” His eyes and face were serious as he looked up at me. For some reason, I felt myself getting nervous. “I never thought I would be in love and married, and only wanting to be with one person but I guess you never really know how the fuck yo’ life is gon’ turn out.
But I’m saying this because I don’t care if you lose your fine ass looks, I’m still gon’ be in love with you. I love you because of who you are. I fell in love with you when I saw how much you were willing to sacrifice to make your daughter happy. Especially when so many hoes are out here worrying about niggas and how they can scheme somebody out of their cash. But you were different. Most women would have left Melody with her father just to be able to sleep next to me, but not you. She came first and I fuck with that.
Yeah, I hated that you left me to play house with ya baby daddy, but when I thought about it I had to respect it. That’s the kind of woman I needed to meet to fall in love; someone who was selfless like that. So don’t ever think I would leave you because you don’t look the same baby. If anything, I would focus more on getting you back together than dipping. No other woman could ever take me from you, and no other woman would ever make me as happy as you do so I would never bounce.” His hand continued to caress my thigh as he spoke to me, eyes and face as serious as a heart attack.
“I’m too drunk for this, Kordell, I’m gonna cry.” I chuckled, sliding down so we could be face to face. “I love you and I know you love me too. I was just kidding.”
“I figured you were but just in case.”
I held the sides of his handsome face and pecked his soft lips a few times. His hand dropped down to grab my ass and pull me into him. We laid there kissing for a little longer, before he climbed on top of me and got in between my legs.
“I’m still hungry, Kordell.” I grinned widely as he reached up my dress to try to pull down my panties. His teeth were sunken into his bottom lip, letting me know he was very ready. The bulge in his jeans was a sign too.
“Aight, let me tell Brick to get us something from that lunch area downstairs by the casino. Ain’t no point in us going and having to duck and dodge muthafuckas.”
“I want Pizza Hut though.”
Looking at me for a moment, he replied, “You better be glad I love yo’ ass.”
I giggled as he texted Brick. He asked me what kind of toppings I wanted, and then tossed his phone onto the bed.
“What should we do while we wait?”
Without a verbal response, he yanked me to the edge of the bed and resumed pulling my panties down. I smiled watching him as he placed my thighs on his shoulders.
“Mmm,” I moaned softly as he began to suck on my clit. Because I was drunk and horny already, my juices immediately began to seep out.
His hands moved up and down the sides of my thighs as he feasted on me, flicking his tongue over my sensitive bud, before collapsing his lips around it. Grasping his dreads tightly, I began to wind my hips against his face, and he took every stroke. Feeling the buildup in my pelvis, I came and tried to pull away, but he stopped me. Throwing my head back, I frowned down at him, in awe of how he devoured my pussy like it was cornbread, his favorite food.
“Oh shit, Kordell!” I screeched out, body jerking lightly as I exploded again. He licked me clean, and then kissed my lower lips a few times before standing up.
I fell back onto the bed as he walked to the bathroom to brush, floss, and rinse his teeth. By the time he was done and we had Netflix up on his computer, Brick was knocking at the door.
We ate the pizza while watching The Walking Dead, and once we were done, we decided to go downstairs to one of the Forum Shops and get water guns and black hoodies. I didn’t know what he had in mind, but I was down for some fun since I was twisted. I loved how unpredictable he was.
“What are we gonna do, Kordell?” I asked as Brick led us out of the hotel once we’d filled our guns up using one of the many pretty fountains in the hotel.
It was February so it was still a bit nippy and wet outside, but thankfully I had on this hoodie.
“Brick, take us down the strip towards Circus Circus.”
“Why?”
“Nigga, just get yo’ big ass in the driver’s seat.” Kordell pointed to the black-on-black Chevy Suburban that Brick always drove.
Brick opened the back door for us both, and once we got inside, he hopped into the driver’s seat and pulled out. He took us towards Circus Circus, and I noticed the hotel quality kept depleting the further we went.
“The hotels don’t look as good here.” I turned my lip up.
“Yeah, we’re headed towards the ghetto area of Las Vegas, that’s why,” he pointed out, before resting his arm back in my lap. “Aight, this is good.” We got out the car and Kordell told Brick, “Now drive around or some shit and then come back when I text you. Prostitution is legal out here, bruh, so turn up.”
“Kordell?!” I chuckled.
“I have a wife, remember?” Brick raised a brow, shaking his head at Kordell who just shrugged before tapping the side of the car and pulling me with him. I had no idea Brick was married but maybe he was joking…
“Put ya hood on, baby.” I did as I was told, and then Kordell brought me into this narrow walkway. We watched groups of people walk up and down the strip drunkenly, not even noticing us in the crevice. “Aight, when I say go, wet up whomever is walking by.”
“Are you serious?” I chuckled.
“Yes.” He turned to look down at me and kissed me gently. I inhaled his cologne permeating through his hoodie. “Stop trying to be Romeo and Juliet, Cass. We’re Bonnie and Clyde right now.”
“Right, sorry.” I cleared my throat. When he looked away, I touched my lips lightly to savor the kiss.
“Go!” he shouted and we came into view, shooting a group of girls who looked like they were on the way to the club. We quickly dipped back into our hiding space, trying to suppress our laughter as they searched for the culprit with one eye open.
“Fuck! I hate Vegas!” one girl screamed as they stormed off. Once out of earshot, Kordell and I laughed loudly as hell. My side was hurting so badly from laughing.
“Okay, okay, be quiet, babe.”
“Alright.” I exhaled, giggling lowly, which made him look at me and smirk.
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nbsp; We did it three more times, the last one being an old couple, which basically had me on the floor dying. I ended up laughing so hard that I peed because of all the liquor in my system. I then realized I forgot to put new panties on.
“Aye, did you fucking pee on yourself?” Kordell smiled, putting his fist to his mouth as he threw his head back chortling.
“I forgot my panties!” I cried, which only made him laugh harder. I couldn’t help it so I began chortling heavily as well.
Suddenly, the sound of police sirens could be heard, and I looked up to see a patrol car was pulling up in front of us.
“Put your hands up!” the officer shouted through the bullhorn.
No, no, no, fuck!
“Kordell!”
“Shhh,” he told me, pressing his hand against my stomach to put him behind me. “Shut yo’ non-potty trained us up,” he chuckled as I punched his back lightly.
“You two are under arrest for—”
“What we do, officer? We’re just two homeless people chilling,” Kordell’s dumb ass replied. He was probably drunker than me.
“Sir, put your hands behind your back.”
“Come on just let us… fuck!”
The officer grabbed Kordell, but since Kordell was bigger than him, he couldn’t hold him and cuff him like he wanted. Kordell walked calmly over to me, pulling the officer with him, and then pecked me a few times until the officer attempting to cuff him called for backup since he was struggling.
“No! Let him go!” I hollered way too dramatically with my drunk ass. Camera flashes started to go wild, but I was too inebriated to care. “Let. Him. Go!” I tried hitting the officers, but another patrol car pulled up, yelling for people taking pictures to move, before they hopped out and grabbed me.
“Don’t be grabbing on my wife like that!” Kordell barked, seemingly out of his drunken state for a moment. His face was so knotted up, that I almost didn’t recognize him.
“No, please! I peed on myself!”
Kordell and I both burst into laughter at my statement, as they led us to the patrol cars in handcuffs.
“Get my wife some Pull-Ups, man!” was the last thing I heard Kordell say before they put us in opposite vehicles.
Life would never be boring married to my love…
Erynne Benjamin
A couple hours earlier…
“You’re so nasty,” I chuckled as Chaz and I entered our suite. He hugged me tightly from behind while kissing on my neck.
When he pulled me down into his lap in the club, we ended up fucking right there on the VIP couch. I’d never done anything like that, but it was so much fun fucking in public. From doing it on the edge of a cliff, to having sex in a club, Chaz was showing me all kinds of things. Not to mention he was the first guy to ever make me cum with his dick. Risk had tried and failed, but like the others, he could only get me off with his mouth.
“I think I busted quicker because of where we were,” Chaz chuckled.
“Me too, and hard.”
“I know, look at my fucking pants.”
I covered my mouth and giggled drunkenly as I eyed the wet spot on his crotch.
Walking into one of the bathrooms of our suite, I turned both showerheads on and then began to undress with the door open.
“Wanna go again?” I raised my brow.
Walking into the bathroom, he helped me out of my clothes, and then I helped him out of his. As soon as we got into the shower, he gripped a handful of my hair, and pressed me into the shower wall before entering me from behind. As soon as I felt him get all the way inside of me, I almost came on contact. For the rest of the night, we fucked all over that suite, being as loud as we wanted to be.
***
The next morning…
I woke up to the sound of someone beating on our hotel room door. I was about to get up, but my head was pounding. Just then, I heard Chaz cut the shower off, and then a few more moments passed before he opened the bathroom door and went to the main door.
I waited until he walked in, with Brick following behind him. Brick was pushing a tray of breakfast, and he stopped once he made it to the foot of the bed.
“Get up, beautiful.” Chaz smiled once Brick left the bedding area.
“You ordered room service?”
“Hell yeah. I know you didn’t think I cooked this shit. Only male Benjamin that knows how to cook is Mischief.”
“Why is that?” I sat up as he handed me the platter. I removed it and inhaled the warm scent of the pancakes, bacon, Eggs Benedict, and toast.
“He left home at a young age and I guess he had to learn how. All I know is the nigga didn’t learn until he moved away to live with Nate and Mrs. Hyde.”
“So all your life someone has cooked for you?”
“Yep. First my aunt, sometimes my mama, then Jade, and now you.”
I nodded, taking in his words before praying and then eating my food. Once I was done, I hopped into the shower, scrubbed down, and then brushed, flossed, and rinsed with Listerine. When I came back into the bedroom, Chaz was dressed, watching some sports shit on the TV, making me roll my eyes.
I slipped into a simple t-shirt dress after putting on my bra and underwear, while thinking of ways to pull my husband from the television.
“Let’s go out.”
No response. I grabbed the TV remote, and cut the set off, making him damn near snap his head to look my way.
“What the fuck, Erynne? Turn that shit back on.”
“No.” I folded my arms, hiding the remote from him.
“Give it here.”
“Nope.”
Rising to his feet, he towered over me with his six-foot-seven frame and moved closer to me until we both hit the wall. He stared down into my face angrily, so I gave him a sweet smile to which he returned a gentle kiss. Unfolding my arms so that I dropped the remote, he pressed them against the wall and began to kiss on my neck. I felt his dick rising against my thigh, so I knew I had to stop him before we stayed in this hotel room all damn day. I’d never been to Las Vegas and, therefore, I wanted to explore.
“No, baby, I wanna see stuff,” I whined.
“See what? Ain’t shit in Vegas but prostitutes and clubs.”
“Then I wanna see that. I’ve never been here. I wanna shop too, and I heard the Forum Shops are really nice.”
“Yeah, you wanna go there so you can get a whole bunch of expensive shit and on my damn dime.” He grinned down at me, still holding my body hostage between his built ass and the wall.
“Pleeeaassse! I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Better.” He gripped my ass tightly in his big hands, before letting go and grabbing his phone off the dresser.
Brick escorted us onto the elevator and down to the casino level near all the shops. It was literally a whole damn mall inside of Caesar’s Palace. Every store you could think of was a part of the Forum Shops and I was in heaven, especially since I had two extra people to help hold my bags. We stopped at every store that I wanted, with Chaz and eventually Brick having to carry my purchases.
“This is the last fucking store, Erynne,” Chaz hissed as we walked into Victoria’s Secret.
“Chaz!” Some random girl tried to run up, but Brick quickly blocked her as he escorted us around the store.
More girls kept coming up, and I think the word was spreading that Chaz was inside of here, so Brick was able to get the manager to clear everyone out until we left. After gathering everything I wanted, I headed towards the dressing room to see how everything looked.
As I pulled on pair after pair of sweat pants, an idea came to me. Chuckling lowly, I called Chaz’s name from the dressing room.
“What? Hurry the fuck up, Erynne, for real.” His deep voice blared over the dressing room.
“I need help, baby! Come on so we can hurry up and go!”
It was so damn quiet in the store, so it seemed like we were louder than we actually were. I stayed silent as I listened for footsteps, a
nd after groaning and mumbling shit, I heard him walking over. When the scent of his sexy cologne started to surround me, I knew he was close enough to do what I’d planned.
Opening the dressing room door, I placed my hand on my hip and waited for him to come into view. Upon seeing me there butt naked, he quickly looked towards the entrance of the dressing room.
“No one is here, come on,” I grinned.
“Erynne, the fucking managers and employees are here! Brick is in here!” he barked in a hushed tone.
“Fine, I’ll just take care of myself. But either way, I’m getting off.”
I started to close the door as he pondered for a moment with his adorable self. When it was almost closed, he placed his hand on it to stop it, and then slipped in, making me smile so widely my cheekbones were touching my eyes.
Before I could do or say anything, he dropped my bags and picked me up, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He held me up with one of his strong arms, and used the other to remove his dick from his sweats. We kissed hungrily and heavily, smiling in between because of what we were about to do. I don’t know what had come over me, but ever since we fucked in the club, it seemed like public sex was my new thing.
“Ahh—” Chaz placed his large hand over my mouth, interrupting the moan I uncontrollably let out when he pushed up inside of me.
“You gotta shut the fuck up, baby,” he whispered, pulling his hand from my mouth to resume guiding me up and down his dick.
I locked my arms around his neck, and buried my face in it, hoping my moans would be muffled somehow. My hands began to sweat profusely as he fucked me hard, giving me every inch he was working with and without mercy. When I heard him lowly groan out of pleasure, I came soon after. Hearing him moan was such a turn on.
“Fuck,” he let out, speeding up.
His hands were gripping my ass cheeks as he forcefully brought me down on his long thick pole. I felt myself gushing every time I hit the base of him, which in return would make him grumble sexily.
The faster he pumped me, the harder it was for me to contain myself, so after a while, my cries and whimpers burst through. Fast, hard, wet, and loud, were the best words to describe this sex session. It was feeling too good for either of us to care right now.
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