LAKE
I looked down at my sleeping wife, looking so gorgeous. She didn’t make it to finish whatever she was reading.
After our mind-blowing sex, we cuddled and talked for a few minutes until she began yawning. And then I kissed her goodnight.
Maverick was fantastic in bed and apparently sassy. I couldn’t help but smile. Never in a million years had I dreamed of being married at twenty-six.
After sex, I was always quick to get off the bed and bolt out, but this time was different. The sex was different, even better than I expected. No awkwardness or something.
I slid off her bed and went to use her bathroom. I checked her medicine cabinet to see if she was using pills. As always, she was telling the truth. I returned to bed, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her shoulder.
“Goodnight, baby.” I felt sleepy right away.
I woke up before her alarm went off, feeling a heaviness on my thigh and abdomen. The sweetest smell flooded my senses. Then I remembered I was in her bed, and we slept together, and Maverick was still sleeping soundly in my arms.
I got up, put my boxers on, and scooped her. As much as I wanted to sleep in her bed, mine was bigger than hers.
She stirred in my arms. “Lake?”
“Shh. Sleep, beautiful.” I planted a kiss on her forehead.
“We’re you taking me?”
“In my bed. It’s bigger than yours.”
She rested her head on my chest and probably went to sleep again. I unlocked the door to my room and slowly placed her in bed. She stirred and curled like she belonged there.
I was reading some messages and emails when I heard her voice.
“Put your phone down and go back to sleep.”
“All right, beautiful.” I joined her in bed and kissed her on her shoulder.
She moaned a little, and my dick instantly showed interest. I put her on her back, pulled the shirt she was wearing over her head, and kicked her legs apart with my knees.
“I think I’m sore.” She stretched her limbs, exposing her gorgeous tits and flat tummy.
“Should I stop?” I pressed a kiss on her lips, down her neck, skimming my lips around, nipping her earlobe.
She gasped. Her breathing turned shaky as I palmed her breast and thumbed her sensitive tip.
“No. Please.” She opened her arms and thighs wider, showing me her soft and pink pussy. She released a raspy gasp as I positioned my dick at her entrance, rubbing it up and down, and she was instantly wet for me.
She welcomed me into her hot, slicked, and wet heaven, making me groan in delight. She let go of a moan as I slid fully inside her, stretching her. She was tight, and I was thick, yet fit like a glove around me, squeezing me, making my head spin with so much intensity of pleasure she gave me.
Her fingernails dug into the skin on my back as I thrust in and out, nice and slowly, taking my time and feeling her writhe and moan with soft sobs of pleading.
“Fuck. Will this always feel like this? So fucking good?” We had all the time in the world and were making love in our bed.
She only replied to me with a moan, but she grew wetter around me.
I increased my tempo as a fiery ball of heat began coiling down my belly. I barely started. I already felt my spine tingling, her touch on my skin smothering.
I moaned into her mouth as I kissed her urgently, and she rocked her hips against mine, meeting me in the middle. It was fucking awesome.
We fucked together, moaned together, our bodies moved together until we became one.
Each powerful thrust ignited the fire, and I could feel her orgasm closer, her body tensing, contorting with ecstasy, her pussy clenching around me. So did mine, so close.
“Lake, fuck.”
“Do it, baby.” I quickly established a hard and fast rhythm. She let me fuck her hard and fast. She was so tight and wet. It was everything.
Her orgasm was so exquisite, flying her high. Her fingers dug deep. Her teeth sunk against my shoulder as she tried to suppress her scream.
It didn’t take long. I threw my head back with a growl as I came so hard, my body jerking in an intense orgasm.
***
I turned on the camera on my phone and began recording it.
“I don’t usually post a video of me, but this is seemed overdue. Amid the video of a group of women making fun of a woman at the Bazz Village Bar, I kept my mouth shut to keep my personal life private. The fact that it shouldn’t be happening that bullying someone online is digital abuse, I think now it’s the time that I should speak up.” I paused for a few seconds.
“First and foremost, it’s never okay to bully someone regardless of status, gender, and age. It won’t only humiliate someone but hurt them emotionally, destroying their self-esteem. And you should not poke fun at someone working hard to make ends meet. It’s a job, a decent job. Imagine this-the world without our workers. Two days ago, someone taught me an important lesson. No one is above anyone else. We’re all equal in this world.” I took a deep breath.
“Now, let’s go back to the video circulating online. These individuals mentioned stealing someone’s boyfriend and vandalizing a car using obscene words. I don’t want to mention the names of those who are involved. You know who you are. You may apologize or not. I don’t care anymore.”
I felt I wasn’t alone anymore.
“I’m addressing this issue because I’m somehow involved, and someone I care about dearly is a victim of harassment. These individuals crossed the wrong person. At this moment, I’m choosing kindness, so I’m not pressing any charges, but make no mistake, if they try harassing my wife again, I will do everything in my power to end their horrendous act. Please use your platform to make a difference. That’s all.” I ended the video.
“What was that for?”
“Hey.” I held her arm and pulled her to me so I could kiss her lips. “How’s your soreness?”
Her cheeks instantly flushed. “What a little soreness I can’t handle when my husband just addressed cyberbullying?”
“How much did you hear?”
“Half of it.” She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me from behind. “I’m proud of you.”
“So it’s okay with you if I post it?”
“Yeah. You’re the boss, but you know what this means once the video went live, right?”
“I just launched our relationship to the world, and I’m finally off the hook. Of course.”
“Are you ready for this next chapter of your life?”
I turned around to face her, cupped her head, and kissed her, showing her I was proud to marry her. “Yes, baby.”
“Alright then.”
“Let’s take a selfie on the couch.”
“Why?”
“I need it.”
“Fine, but I need to change and-”
“No makeup. You are perfect, beautiful.”
***
The truck arrived at the Food For All Kitchen or FFAK vicinity and began unloading boxes and sacks of goods. It was supposed to be delivered on Thursday but was ready today.
“Thank you so much. This is a huge help, Mr. Winston.”
“Just Lake, Mrs. Jones. And I’m happy to help in any way I can,”
“How did you find our place?”
“My wife. She comes to volunteer.”
“Boss,” Owen called me, and that was when my wife walked in with Cooper.
They hadn’t seen me, and they seemed to be having a fun conversation.
Her eyes instantly widened the moment she saw me.
“Maverick is your wife?” Mrs. Jones asked, surprised.
“Yes,” I said proudly with a smile.
“What are you doing here?” She came, engulfing me with a tight hug.
“You become my inspiration.”
Once the unloading was done, I stayed to help them prepare the food.
“I’m proud of you,” said Maverick as she passed by wearing a hairnet and gloves. She helped cook today’s menu while Cooper volunteered to slice vegetables.
“I’m making everyone slow, but practice makes perfect, right?” I even removed my jacket and pushed my shirt sleeves above my elbows. I helped chop and peel some potatoes.
They made fun of me when everyone peeled ten times faster than me.
“So how many people could feed this meal for today?”
“Sometimes we managed to make a meal for two hundred people per meal.”
“Wow.” And here I was, a privileged kid just wasting money while people were hungry and homeless.
We packed some meals and distributed them on the street while others ate at the FFAK. I even sat with a homeless man who played chess excellently until Owen told me I had my meeting in an hour.
“I have to go to a meeting. Homer can drive you home.”
“You go. I have to drop off Coop at his apartment. I’ll be home soon.”
I should have been pissed off or jealous about her dropping Cooper off, but she was my wife, and I trusted her. She deserved much respect from me.
“All right. I’ll see you at home.”
“Yup, and thanks for the donations.”
My lips quirked up in a slightly evil grin. “Maybe I did that to impress you.”
She smiled and kissed me on the lips. “Then I’m impressed.”
I opened her car door and let her get behind the wheel. “See you later. You both take care.”
Cooper gave me a salute before I shut the door close.
“You really changed a lot.”
I glared at Owen. “Shut up.”