In Spite of the Bosset Life(29)

“I fantasized about you too. I had dreams about doing just this,” I said, squatting down to suck him. Ace held my hands as he watched me work. I was sucking Ace’s dick so hard, I was getting carpet burns on my knees. I didn’t care though. As long as Ace was moaning and feeling good, I didn’t care. I let go one of his hands to play with my clit. Ace reached down to play with it too. I was so wet. I deep throated him and he played around in my wetness. He had to pull his dick out for a good thirty seconds so he could get himself together. It was one of the best feelings in the world to me, sucking Ace’s dick. I bobbed on his dick faster as I felt my orgasm build. I came first because I wanted him to go ahead and f*ck me.

“You already know.”

“Ace, I know you better f*ck me good,” I said, standing up. He pressed me against the wall as I waited to be penetrated. I braced myself.

“You want this?” asked Ace, acting like he couldn’t find my hole. I sighed and moaned.

“I want da dick,” I said, holding onto to the wall. Ace had spread my cheeks and put his face in my ass. His thumb was deep in my *. I raised one leg against the wall and rested my hands on top of his head. I looked up to the ceiling thinking, why did God bless me with a husband who ate ass so damn good? Jesus knew my body couldn’t take it. I guess he really don’t put more on us then we can bear. Ace’s tongue was going off like a choppa and I put my forehead against the wall, stuttering. The feelings that were shooting through my body was unnatural. Head just felt so good. I shivered from top to bottom as I embraced the much needed orgasm.

“You gon catch a body if I don’t hurry up and lay this pipe down, huh?” asked Ace. I turned around to face him.

“Shut up.”

“Make me! You shut up,” said Ace, picking me up. I wrapped my legs around him and just took in our first encounter. We both shut the f*ck up and just looked in each other’s eyes. He taught me to read people by just looking in their eyes. I could tell he was trying not to bust. Ace knew I would snap if he did. Ace took his dick out of me for a good thirty seconds to get it together again. He held me all the way down on the dick not moving, trying it again. I gave him a few seconds to calm himself.

“Clown,” said Ace, laughing referring to me. We were so connected; he knew what I was thinking. Ace never been a one- minute man. My * was testing him though. I clenched tightly on his dick just to watch Ace fight himself. I thought the faces he made was hilarious. I was trying not to laugh at my husband. It was too hard and I laughed so hard. Ace wasn’t mad because we both had tough skin.

“Okay, I’m gon stop playing,” I said, relaxing my * muscles and kissing him. I started bouncing on the dick. Ace was in his zone and I could tell he missed being inside of me. He didn’t f*ck me roughly like he used to. He thrusted deeply and I was trying not to cum. He went slow and pinned me tightly to the wall. My eyes rolled in the back of my head. My emotions got the best of me and a tear fell.

“What’s wrong?” asked Ace, still grinding inside of me. I laid my head on his shoulder.

“You hurting my insides... not ya dick.” I looked him in his face, so he could understand what I was saying. “Tell me you forgive me for giving my body away to another man.” Ace then put me down. He laid me on my stomach and pinned my hands down. Tears ran down my face. Ace didn’t say he forgave me. “Ace please,” I said, looking back at him. He was speechless and just jammed his dick in me. When Ace grew quiet is when I knew it was serious. He was a very verbal person. Ace always expressed himself through words. That was just him. That’s why I was able to put my life on his promises.

“Stop apologizing,” said Ace, beating the * up now. He no longer was taking his time. I was being f*cked and punished. I took it well and let Ace do me however. Ace was sweating and mumbling. He finally busted a long hard nut inside of me. He released me and I took this opportunity to try to get my husband to forgive me. I didn’t complain about us f*cking raw or him not pulling out.

“You forgive me, don’t you?” I asked, sucking his dick like my whole life depended on this one blow job. “I need my husband to forgive. I’ll never do it again. You know my loyalty has always been with you, bae.” He was just getting the last of his nut off when I deep throated his shit. I made sure I drunk all his nut. I then found that special spot on his balls. “Ace,” I pleaded and sucked. Ace was just taking advantage of the situation now. No way in hell my head game wasn’t getting me out of this one. My jaws ached but I kept going.

“Don’t you ever in yo life f*ck another nigga! Not a f*cking vibrator, dildo, or anything! You f*ck this up, you’ll be sorry for life. I married you because you wasn’t a ho. Don’t make me regret it,” said Ace, f*cking my mouth. I wasn’t trying to hear whatever he had to say. It was irrelevant to me. He knew I didn’t get down like that. Ace was just in his zone feeling himself. I let him talk his talk. That turned him on being in control. Like I said, I know my f*cking husband. He was sorry he put me in the position to f*ck another man. I got up and wiped my mouth. Ace was pleased and so was I.

“Dada, can we take a bath?” I asked acting like a big baby to my baby. He smiled and held me close.

“Yes we can, Ma Ma,” said Ace, mocking my tone. We half-dressed ourselves and went to our room. Ace ran the water while I smiled, just enjoying him being home with me. Ace and I soaked our bodies in the hot water. We spoke what was on our minds and just shared our feelings. We were doing everything in our power to rekindle things. Being separated from someone you love can be awful and very destructive, if you let it. Ace was making sure that didn’t happen because he wanted to be a family.