Don't lie to me, I hate it -Unknown ☼
-Larnell in the MM ☼
Kendrick,
"Woman, the fuck is wrong wit' you?!" I pinned her down
Bakari's face was stained with tears as we was in the bed naked.
"You mad I won?" I wiggled my eyebrows. She nodded "Don't be, I'll be slower this time"
"That's a damn lie. You said that last time and almost broke my hip"
"I'm sorry, baby" I kissed her nose "But, that's the rules"
"I quit," She pushed me off, hurrying out the bed. I jumped out
"Whatchu mean you quit, Kari?"
"Ion wanna play that game no mo'" She threw on a t-shirt, stuffing her feet in some slippers
"Why?"
"I'm not trynna lose my voice again" She threw sweatpants at me
"Baby," I pouted. She shook her head "Please?"
"No, lemme go start din-"
"Just one round?"
"Hell no. We had our ice cream party twice, we had our pie party- shit I can handle. But I am not doing the Oreo game. I refuse to cry and not talk for two weeks. Nope" Bakari walked out the bedroom
Throwing my sweatpants on, I trailed behind her.
Bakari and I have been married for 17 years. People would say we're the freakiest couple, but honestly, I don't give a fuck. It's true, but the dirty shit we do is behind closed doors- most of the time. I love her, I really do. Not just for the sex, but her in general. Everyone knows me for being a tough nigga, that angry football player- but when it comes to Bakari, I'm a softy at some points. She runs me, I run her, it's simple.
She got a smart ass mouth, I don't like that. She got insecurities, I don't like that either. She weird, I love that. She's always happy, but that only depends.
Everyone in this house always wants to know what the ice cream party is. It's actually private, but I'm going to explain it.
It's a sexual game that Bakari and I play. One of our main dessert activities we like to do often and it's pretty intense. One of us lays on the bed, the front of our bodies having scoops of ice cream covered on our body parts. You have to eat the ice cream off and suck on that spot for at least 2-3 minutes, leaving hickies. Who ever moans first, gets punishment.
My game, it was all my idea of course.
It's not crucial punishment- well, kinda. You see, I have my ways, my toys that I use on her, no big deal.
I always win, it's fun.
"Kendrick, I'mma need you to-"
"Nope," I sat in a chair "Nope, nope"
"Excuse me?" She raised her eyebrow, reaching to get the flour from the cabinet
We had the house to ourselves, and I knew that Hanson was either out with Waffles or looking for an apartment.
"I said no" I shrugged, biting my lip, seeing her some of her bare ass stick out from under the shirt
"I don't care, can you just go upstairs and get my phone please?" She asked
"No"
"Kendrick" She threw a wooden spoon at my face
"Fine, shit" I groaned, getting up from the table, heading up the stairs
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The Things I Would Do For You
Romance"Did you really just say that to me?" I questioned. She nodded hesitantly "Why?" "Because, that's just how I feel, Jahmiah!" She yelled, sounding annoyed "Why are you-" "Just leave me alone" She snarled, pushing me away from her. I gripped her wris...
