The Trophy Wife (7 page)

“What are you doing?” she asked him.

“Making sure you got on the right kicks,” he replied with a smirk.

“For what?” She frowned in confusion.

“Because we 'bout to dine and dash.” He motioned for the waiter.

“Kalil, no!” she whispered, but a mischievous smile spread across her face. Her heart began to beat nervously as Kalil sent the waiter back to the kitchen for the dessert tray.

He got up and placed the white linen napkin on the table and casually strolled out of the restaurant.

“Kalil!” London whispered urgently as she watched him walk away. She looked back and saw the waiter coming out of the kitchen, so she finally got up and rushed out behind Kalil.

“Hey!”

She heard the waiter shout. She looked back and laughed when she saw the waiter fall onto the dessert cart as he tried to run after them. Kalil waited outside for her with his hand outstretched. She grabbed onto him as they ran up the block and out of sight of the restaurant. She could barely keep up with Kalil because she was laughing so hard.

“Oh my God!” she yelled as she finally stopped running and bent over in laughter.

He started laughing too and said, “Why you just sit there?”

“I didn't think you were really going to do it,” she said in between her laughter. “I have never done that in my life. My husband would have never done that. That was crazy.”

He grabbed her hand and pulled her near him. She let all of her inhibitions go as her body melted into his. She enjoyed being around him. He made her forget about all of her problems, and that night was the first time in a long time that she had felt truly happy.

“I better get you back to your car,” Kalil said as he opened the passenger door to Quinn's car.

“I want to stay with you tonight.”

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yeah, I'm sure,” she replied and then stepped into the car.

Kalil pulled out and made his way to midtown Manhattan.

When they arrived at the hotel on Lexington and Fifty-first, London's heart felt like it would beat out of her chest. She was extremely nervous and her head was racing as she thought about what she was getting herself into. Her mind and her heart were telling her two different things.

Her mind told her to stop the affair before it began, to leave Kalil alone and never think about him again, but her heart told her that she was falling for him. The unfamiliar feelings felt so good to her that she didn't want to let them go.

“You okay?” Kalil asked her as he turned off the ignition.

“Yeah, I'm good,” she replied.

Kalil could tell that she was nervous. The look in her eyes told him that she was unsure.

“Listen, when we go in here, nothing will happen that you don't want to happen. I'll never force you or pressure you to do anything that you don't feel comfortable doing, okay, ma?”

She nodded her head as she got out of the car and followed him into the hotel. She kept looking around nervously as if she would be caught by her husband at any moment.

Kalil grabbed her hand and led the way to the counter. Even though he couldn't afford to blow any money, he paid for the room, and they made their way to the twelfth floor. When they stepped onto the elevator, Kalil asked, “What you thinking about?”

“You,” she replied with a flirtatious smile.

He turned toward her and pressed her body against the wall with his own. “Me, huh?” He slid his tongue into her mouth. His hands explored her body, the anticipation building in him as he rubbed her ass cheeks softly.

She kissed him intensely and grinded against his manhood as it rose to attention. She was hot, and her body was so aroused that she thought she would explode just from his touch.

When the elevator door opened, they broke their embrace and walked to their room.

London's body was tingling by the time they got inside, a feeling that was new to her. She had never been in a position where she was sexually attracted to a man. Forced into her marriage so young, she'd never experienced anything besides what her husband offered. She walked over to the bed and slowly removed her clothes piece by piece.

Kalil stood near the door and watched her undress. It had been a minute since he had made love to a woman, and his prison frustration was now apparent as his throbbing erection protruded from his jeans.

After London had removed every stitch of clothing, she crawled over to Kalil and stood up on her knees as she removed his jeans, releasing his ten inches. The sight of him made her pussy cream. She had never before felt the sensual, erotic sensations that were traveling through her body. His dick looked so good, she couldn't help but ask him, “Can I taste you?”

Kalil placed his hand lightly on her head and guided her mouth onto his shaft. His head fell back in pleasure as her warm mouth went to work. He got even more excited when he looked down at her as she massaged her throbbing clitoris while she sucked his dick. The only noise that could be heard was the flicking of London's tongue and the sounds of her moans as she took them into ecstasy. Kalil had never gotten head that good before and he couldn't help but to grind into her mouth.

He felt himself getting ready to explode, so he pulled out of her grasp before it was too late. He helped her to her feet and smacked her lightly on her perfect ass as they rubbed their bare bodies against each other. He led her to the bed, where he laid her down and spread her legs.

Her neatly shaven vagina gave him easy access to her clitoris, which he nibbled on gently, causing her body to tense up. She felt her wetness run down her legs as he introduced her to her very first orgasm. It was like someone was beating a drum inside her pussy, which contracted and throbbed until her body went numb.

“Kalil,” she moaned to him. She was begging him to stop, but she wanted him to keep going at the same time.

He was biting down on her clit gently, causing her body to go crazy from pleasure. He knew his head game was nice. He wasn't like so many other men that were only out to please themselves. He wanted London to know what it felt like to be loved, sexually and emotionally. His soft tongue focused on her throbbing clitoris as he French–kissed her hidden jewel. He chuckled lightly to himself because the moans that London was releasing were unlike anything he'd ever heard.

She arched her back and locked her defined thighs around his head, trapping him in between her legs.

Kalil took his index finger and inserted it into her opening, fingering her as he painted her vaginal walls with his warm saliva.

“Oh my God!” London screamed as she gripped the back of his head and rotated her hips in a fluid motion.

One finger became two, and two turned to three as he finger-fucked her while munching on her with a passion that only a man that had been locked up could possess. His dick rock-hard, he thought that he would nut just from the taste of London. It had been so long since he'd been with a woman, he was more than ready to release his built-up tension.

“Kalil, wait, wait.” London sat up and pulled his face up. “I want to feel you inside of me,” she said.

He sat up, wiped her juices from his face and guided himself into her warmth. He thought that he would explode instantly. His dick was throbbing intensely from the feeling of being inside a woman again. “Damn,” he whispered in her ear as he dug deeper and deeper into her. Every time he pumped in and out of her, his dick pressed on her clitoris, applying pressure to her pleasure zone. He took his time with her, and the feeling of her hands on his firm buttocks kept him aroused.

Kalil turned her around and placed her on all fours. He felt her body tense up, so he whispered in her ear, “Relax, ma. I won't hurt you.”

London closed her eyes and gasped when he entered her from behind. She tried to run from the size of him, owing it to his size, but he slowly pulled her back onto his dick and kissed the nape of her neck each time he plunged into her wetness. He made love to her doggy-style and used a slow rhythm so that she would enjoy it too.

London stared in the mirror and began to massage one of her breasts. Watching their reflection and seeing the look of bliss on Kalil's face made her feel like she was in control. She bucked her ass back wildly as Kalil sped up his pace, hitting her G-spot again and again.

London pushed Kalil off of her so she could show him how she could ride his pony. As Kalil lay on his back, his pipe stood up like a leaning tower. The sight of his erect, slightly curved, throbbing penis made London lust for him even more. She gently straddled him and placed her feet flat on the bed. She then put him inside of her and slowly began to move in a circular motion, while going up and down.

Kalil's pubic hairs were completely soaked from London's love. And the only sounds that could be heard were their heavy breathing and the clapping sound that erupted every time her ass pleasurably slammed against his balls.

Kalil felt like he was in another world as he watched as London began to suck her own finger and stare deeply into his eyes. The connection was undeniable. He was experiencing the best sex of his life.

Kalil's rock-hard pipe felt so good to London's insides. It was so different from what she was used to. She had only been with one man—her husband—her entire life, and Kalil had him beat in size and stiffness. The experience almost brought tears to her eyes. Kalil gently rubbed her ass cheeks as she slowed down and began to grind on him.

London slowly took her hand from her mouth and placed it in Kalil's. Both of them were in complete ecstasy and totally in tune with one another's body. She began to circle her finger around Kalil's tongue. That was the final straw.

He couldn't contain himself anymore. He didn't even think to pull out before he exploded inside of her.

At the exact same moment, London gripped the sheets tightly as she felt herself cum for the second time, exploding on Kalil's pipe, her warm juices flowing onto his inner thighs.

Kalil turned London around and cleared her long hair from her face. The sight of her satisfied face was like a breath of fresh air for him. She made him feel good just from the way she stared back at him, and he silently wished that she didn't belong to another man. “You okay?” he asked as he stared into her eyes. He was looking for a look of remorse, but found none.

She laughed. “I'm okay. I don't know what I'm doing.” She blushed as she covered her face with her hands. She was embarrassed and couldn't believe that she was here with him.

Kalil laughed, and when he smiled London admired his perfectly chiseled features. He laid his head on her stomach as she caressed the top of his head.

This is so perfect,
she thought to herself.

She sat up on both of her elbows and looked down at Kalil. “Can we just stay here like this for the next seven days?” she asked him. “I just want to be near you. He's gone for the next week, and I want to spend every moment of that time with you.”

“I can make that happen.” Kalil wanted to say no. It wasn't that he didn't want to spend time with her, but he was going to have to spend a whole week's pay on the hotel room. He started to suggest something different, but when he looked up at her, he changed his mind. She was special to him and she was already unhappy in one relationship. He always wanted her to be pleased when she was with him, and he figured when her husband returned, their time would be limited.

He got up and slipped on his jeans.

“Where are you going?” she asked, a worried expression on her face.

He walked over to the edge of the bed and kissed her lightly on the lips. “To pay for six more nights.”

The smile that spread across her face was worth way more than the cost of the room.

 

 

The next day Kalil woke up to find London still asleep. He reached over and pulled her close to him. He didn't want to wake her from her sleep, but he had to get to work. “Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered in her ear.

“Mmm,” she moaned drowsily. “Good morning. What time is it?” she asked, yawning.

“Six o'clock.”

“I don't want to get up,” she groaned.

They had been up all night, learning every single way to satisfy each other sexually, and her body ached in a good way. She didn't want to wake up to face reality.

“I know, ma. Tell me about it. I would like nothing more than to lay up with you all day, but I got to get Quinn's car back to him and get to work. I need to scoop Jada too. I take her to school most days.”

London smiled as she rested her head on her hand. “You're such a good father, Kalil. I wish I had a father like you . . .” Her voice trailed off as she began to think of how her family abandoned her.

Kalil didn't know how to respond to her statement. He could see a sadness in her eyes, and he didn't know exactly how to take her pain away. After learning about her past, he understood why she allowed her husband to treat her the way he did. London was a beautiful person, but she had never been loved by anyone in her life. He pulled her close and held her for another half an hour before they finally got up to get dressed.

They rode back to Quinn's apartment, hands interlocked, as Kalil maneuvered through the city streets. They were both silent, but Kalil couldn't help but glance at her as she looked out of the passenger window.

He swung by Destiny's, and as soon as he pulled up to the curb, Jada came sprinting out of the house, her long, curly hair bouncing with each step that she took.

She paused in the middle of the yard when she saw her dance teacher sitting in the passenger side of her Uncle Quinn's car.