"sometimes I get fed up with all the games"

~Changes(H.E.R)

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“Okay, I was not expecting that.” Bernice giggled as she laid in bed, freshly dressed in her red short nighty.

After she and Ken cleaned up their mess, the two went right back up to bed. Bernice tried getting her phone to call her husband, but Ken made sure to keep it on lockdown. He didn’t want her husband to spoil her new bubble. The woman instantly look refreshed and her smile felt like the greatest reward to him.

As he crawled his way between her legs, he smiled content with a peck to her nose, “I wasn’t either, it felt perfect though. You are perfect. Honestly. Anyone with you should be the happiest alive.”

“You make me happy.” She answered without even thinking. The words were said with the sweetest laugh with her thighs wide and arched as she laid her arms over his slender shoulders. As she took notice of them, she realized how powerful those words really were and what they signified to her. Her smile faltered recognizing the lack of guilt.

“Should I suck your pussy again to regain that smile?” Ken teased her and chuckled when her eyes widened in a small shock. He was still hard as a rock and as he settled himself between her thighs, she felt it and bit her lip, “I’ll probably have to go to the bathroom for a while. I just want to get you to sleep first.”

Arms holding him up at either sides of her face, Ken’s eyes closed as he felt the married woman’s soft fingers begin to play with the hair at the back of his neck. Bernice had a small pout, but her eyes remained happy as she looked at him and lightly pecked his lips, “it wouldn’t be fair for you to have me squirt my first time ever and I don’t return something. How about I give you your first blowjob. I promise I am one of the bests if not the very.”

“Is that so?” he asked opening his eyes and dropping his lips to hers, “it’s fine. You’re probably worked.”

“And yuh nuh gimme buddy yet?” she asked drawing her head back, “sir, please and thank you drop yuh pants.”

This had a laugh erupt from Ken’s throat, “you’re really something, Miss White.”

“Will you ever stop calling me that?” Bernice asked with a sigh and smoothly slithered her hands to his small breasts.

The act had Ken moan out and the small run over of her thumbs over his hard nipples didn’t help, “I find it sexy calling you that. Pleasuring an older woman and all.”

“I want to make you feel good too.” She confessed as she began to unbutton his pyjama shirt, “let me make you feel good too. You deserve it.”

Ken didn’t stop her as he looked down at the woman’s fondling fingers and sighed, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What’s pleasure without a little pain?” she asked gliding her hands down his bare torso and to the waistband of the pyjama bottoms, “I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel you explode in me. My pussy is soaked just thinking about you doing it. I know you want to feel me too and not just with your mouth and hands.”

After that, Ken’s member was fully on display and resting itself at the mound of Bernice’s vagina. The heat of him had her moan and bring her lips to his jawline and kiss. She mimicked the way he licked along her neck and sucked a mark of possessiveness unto his neck, “mine.”

“Fuck.” He groaned out feeling her fingers lace around his girth and press him against her entrance, “Miss White.”

“Say it.” She commanded him as she nibbled his collar bone then licked her way down to his B-cups. Running her tongue over his pink nipple, she wrapped her lips around it and sucked with a skilled swirl of her tongue and she pressed his tip at her centre, “say you’re mine, Kenyatta.”

“I’m yours. I’m yours.” He chanted feeling her opening grip him and his whole body shuddered as he began to invade her insides on his own, “fuck, you’re so tight.”

“You’re so, so big.” She whimpered as he began to rock into her.

Ken pressed as far as he could into her, he pushed into until he felt his hip press firmly against her cervix and even so, all his inches weren’t taken in, “I’m gonna have to be shy with my strokes, Miss White. Are okay?”

“Mhm.” She shivered out and wrapped her arms around him as he laid his chest against hers.

Cautiously, Ken pulled his hips back then did the same going back in. As he hissed, Bernice’s whimpered never having been stretched or filled like that in her life.

“Oh, Ken. You feel good.” She cried softly as he created a sweet rhythm with his pumps.

Sensitive and longing for such an act, Ken shuddered once he slightly picked up the pace as he brought his lips to hers and tasted her gifted tongue, “I already feel like I’m gonna bust.”

“O—okay.” Her voice cracked and her eyes rolled back when he accidentally went against her cervix too hard, “f—faster.”

***

“Let me pass!” Viola screamed at the police who stood by the police tape. The crash had pulled almost everyone out their beds, Viola being a crying messing when she learned it was Giovanni who had gotten hit. The officer didn’t budge, not until she lied, “I’m his wife, let me pass! Please!”

On that, the officer lift d the yellow tape and allowed her to pass. Viola sprung fast and forth towards him, just in time to see him being transferred by the stretcher.

“D—did he make it? I’m his wife.” She told them with full confidence and followed as they moved him towards the ambulance.

No one gave her a glance, but someone answered as they moved swift but careful with Giovanni’s unconscious state, “he’s alive.”

Viola’s glossy eyes followed up to see the person who answered and went to smile, but it died out when she met the familiar grey eyes and ash blonde hair. He looked good, but a tiredness could be seen in his eyes and as he stopped and allowed his colleagues to proceed with the stretcher, Viola froze in place and looked at him, “Hanson.”

“I know, it’s against my profession and my fucking morals. But I hope he dies and leave you broken like you did me.” Hanson told her coldly, “I just hope his actual wife moved on. You two make me sick.”

The words stung as did the tears that pricked the corners of her eyes, “Hanson.”

“Be like him and stand and wait for a car to run you over. The world is a better place without people like you.” He told her and with no remorse as he went to the ambulance after hearing his name hollered.

Viola didn’t dare follow him. No, she only stood still with her fingers clutching at her chest as she watched her ex-fiancé get in the back of the vehicle with her first love.

***

The next morning, the two were at bliss in one another’s arms. They were covered from head to toe and still wore their nightwear passed out and snoring. That was until Aiden’s fist came slamming against the bedroom door as he yelled, “ARE YOU DECENT!? WAKE UP! I WANT US TO MAKE BREAKFAST TOGETHER! I CAN’T LIGHT THE STOVE!”

“Aiden!” Bernice called out trying to hold her laugh.

“… mamma… are you and Ken decent?”

Rolling her eyes, she snuggled further into Ken’s chest not seeing a reason for her to hide if her son was asking such a question, “yea, come.”

“Okay. So first thing is first, I deserve white cake and cream filling for minding my business last night.” Aiden barged in already with his slice of cake holding it with a paper towel in his hand.

Spotting the cream filling at the corners of his small mouth, Bernice laughed with Ken’s arm curling under her shoulder, “don’t you get morning sickness?” he asked seeing Bernice wake with the brightest mood.

“Not really.” She smiled peering up at him then turned her head when she felt Aiden sit beside her in the bed, “as fi you, you really take the last slice a cake after you each three-quarters a it?”

“I split it in half! Ken didn’t get any.” He declared then added, “papa tried asking me to open the door last night and I blocked him.”

Bernice’s mouth went agape, “why you stay like Leanna suh?”

“And why on earth did no one tell me Kenya was a Ken!?” he exclaimed.

This had both Ken and Bernice’s eyes bulge, “did you—”

“No I did not see the nasty.” Aide clarified munching at his cake and licking his fingers, “I glimpsed the slang and hang shape in the PJs earlier this morning when he was on video call with Bae. I went straight to Google and then it made sense why she— I mean he preferred to be called Ken. And I did not know to gaff was also a thingy you used to hide your penis. That’s awesome! Can I try it when I dress up in your dresses again mamma?”

Bernice looked at her son with a deadpan, “you have anything fi gaff?”

“Someday I might.” He grumbled as his cheeks tinged pink whilst his contrasting eyes casted down to his half eaten cake.

Bernice’s eyes widened and she began to apologize instantly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—” her words became self cut when Aiden stuck his tongue at his mother and made a monkey face causing her to laugh and pinch his nose, “you see you face.”

“I am adorable. Be happy. Your grandchildren will look superb.”

“Drama.” Bernice laughed looking to Ken when she felt his chest rumble, “you have a handful when you start classes with him Monday.”

“I can see that.” He chuckled.

“M—MISS WHI—WHITE?!” Landon’s stuttering tone yelled from downstairs.

Sighing, Bernice made to get out the bed as she shouted back, informing Landon she was in her room. Moments later, her assistant rushed in panting and stammering which cause worry to crease her eyebrows, “breathe, Landon. Pace yourself.”

Rising from the bed, she turned to Ken, “can I have my phone back now?”

“Where did I put it again?” he asked himself as he dove into his pockets then felt around the gathered sheets. After finding the device, he handed it to Bernice’s waiting palm, but he gripped her wrist then lightly tugged her in for a soft kiss on the lips that made her cheeks heat up, “Ken.”

“Sorry.” He murmured not even remembering they had company.

Aiden fanned them off giving a knowing look, “don’t be shy now.”

“You know what me a tek weh Google from yuh.”

“Sorry.”

Eyes rolling, the woman began to scroll through her phone to check if Landon had sent any text messages about what he was trying to tell her. Finding his new unopened message, she tapped on the screen then read it.

Her heart sank to the very pit of her stomach reading the message three more times, before telling Landon he could go downstairs and wait for her and her son to get the ingredients ready for what he wanted for breakfast. As soon as the two left, she went for her closet.

“Are you going somewhere?” Ken asked. When he got no reply, he hopped out the bed then followed into the walk-in closet behind her.

“Gio got ran over. I’m going to the hospital. Could you stay with Aiden until I come back?” she asked him as she picked out a peach bodycon dress and a black fur vest, “I’ll probably be back by lunch with something for everyone to eat.”

Ken furrowed his brows at how relaxed she looked, “is he okay? Are you okay?”

“Do you really care if he’s okay?” she asked not expecting an answer, as she picked out a short heeled pair of shoes. When Ken didn’t answer she allowed her eyes to meet his, they obviously watered, but no tear dare fell as she gave him a forced smile, “it’s fine. Just take care of Aide for me until I get back.”

“Sure you don’t want company?” he questioned to make sure and tailed her back into the bedroom.

He almost jumped into her when she made a prompt stop then pivoted with her hand rested on his chest then lightly pecked him on the lips, “trust me, I’m fine. Just stay here? I’ll be back.”

“You’re sure?”

Pulling him in for a deeper kiss, she evoked a moan from him as she flicked her tongue passed his lips. It took him a second to work his tongue against hers, but after getting into it, she soon pulled away with a soft smile, “I’m fine, promise. Go start breakfast with Aide. Ago get ready.”

After eyeing her for a while longer, Ken kissed her on the forehead then left the room. As soon as the door closed, Bernice went to her dresser, closed her eyes tight and leaned her arms unto it with her head tossed back, “don’t feel guilty. Don’t feel guilty. Don’t fucking feel guilty.”

She felt guilty.