what to say. He just looked on.
“Maybe, this is a bad idea. We’re moving way too fast. I can’t take this jealousy shit,” Kendra said.
She was just about to take off her engagement ring and give it back when Wiz apologized.
“I’m sorry, baby. I just couldn’t imagine you not being here. I need you here by my side,” Wiz confessed.
He pleaded with his eyes, and Kendra quickly forgave him. Then, they began kissing ever so gently yet passionately. Wiz undressed his soon-to-be-wife. He kissed her neck, leaving trails from her breasts to her navel. A moan escaped her mouth.
Wiz palmed both breasts with his hands while teasing her nipples with his fingers. He removed her sweats and pushed her thong aside. He rubbed her clean shaven pussy and spread her lips with his tongue, flicking it in and out of her canal. Then, he inserted his finger, trying to get to her G-spot. Kendra’s breathing became sporadic. Kendra pulled and tugged at Wiz’s pants, aching to put his juicy member in her mouth. The head protruded through his boxers. She seductively licked her lips.
“Mmm, daddy, looks like he’s happy to see me,” Kendra moaned.
They wasted no time in doing the 69 position. Kendra was on top sucking and slobbing all on Wiz’s knob. The way she was going in one would have thought that this was her first time with the swipe. Almost immediately, Kendra was on the verge of cumming.
“Damn, bay. That’s it. Make this pussy cum. Mmm, baby, don’t stop,” Kendra moaned, bucking her hips on Wiz’s tongue.
“Babe, fill my mouth up with that good stuff,” Wiz begged.
As if on cue, she bucked faster. Her body started to twist and jerk. Without warning, her juices ran like a river. Wiz quickly turned Kendra over, so he could be on top. He wrapped Kendra’s legs around his waist and scooted her towards the edge of the bed for better leverage. Wiz slid right in. Kendra’s walls fit him like a glove. Once again, they were rolling around, bodies intertwined. Kendra was really putting her hips into it, like she had something to prove. Wiz was doing a number for himself, showing out by doing all his tricks. He pinned Kendra’s legs over her shoulders with one hand. Then, he stretched his right leg over hers, so he could go as deep as possible.
“Damn, ma! Yo pussy is so tight. A nigga ready to cum all in this pussy,” Wiz said, continuing to pump. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he tried his best not to nut too quickly.
“Oh, daddy! Do that shit! Ah, yeah,” Kendra cried out.
The moaning turned Wiz on even more. He pumped even faster, whispering in Kendra’s ear, “You ready for daddy to cum.”
The pleasure Kendra was getting made her unable to speak. All she could do was moan.
“Oh, shit! I’m cumming, ma. Oh, shit!”
Sweat poured from his face down to Kendra’s lap, Wiz erupted like a volcano. After they were done, they laid wrapped up in each other’s arms, panting heavily.
“I love you, Mrs. Sutton,” Wiz said, kissing Kendra on the forehead and holding her close to his chest.
“I love you, too, Mr. Sutton,” Kendra smiled at the sound of being called Mrs. She glanced at her ring, then smiled again. Kendra wanted to know what Wiz thought about staying at the Ritz Carlton in Cancun, Mexico, but, as soon as she got ready to speak, she could hear Wiz snoring lightly.
Chapter 17
The days passed, and Nicole got better. She was now able to speak, and Mrs. Moore came to visit frequently. The news of Treniyah’s death and her unborn child had sent her into shock. Doctors had to rush in to help Nicole come to. She advised the doctors that she didn’t want any visitors. Now that she was healthier, Nicole spent most of her time plotting revenge against Trent for everything that he had put her through. She figured, when she got through with him, he would wish he was dead. A knock on the door snapped Nicole out of her thoughts.
“Come in,” she said.
The woman walked in wearing all white with black Prada shoes and big Prada shades that covered her face. She wore no make-up, but her beauty was astounding. The diamonds in her ears sparkled in the dark room and the ring on her finger could have blinded someone. The woman didn’t utter a word. She just passed an envelope to Nicole. As quickly as she had entered the room, she was gone, leaving the scent of Burberry Weekend behind. Nicole looked at the envelope and back at the door to see if anyone was coming. She opened it up, and a note fell out with two words on it: IT’S TIME.
Nicole looked at the note again before tossing it in the trash. Then, she turned over and went to sleep. The doctors checked her progress daily. It was nearing her time to leave the hospital. Mrs. Moore continued to visit, bringing all kinds of whatnots for Nicole. Mrs. Moore figured that she’d lost her only chance at being a grandmother.
“Thanks, Mrs. Moore. I truly appreciate you being here for me. And please save me an obituary,” Nicole said. Her eyes watered. She still couldn’t believe her best friend was dead.
“Oh, baby. You don’t even have to ask, and I will be here after the funeral to bring you a nice, hefty plate.”
That put a smile on Nicole’s face momentarily. That night, Nicole sat up and thought long and hard on the dirtiest revenge. Her mind was still wracked by the pain of the ass whooping she had received from Trent. Was there any harm in loving a man that belonged to someone else or loving him after she’d caught him with her mom?
Treniyah’s funeral service was held at First AME Church in Los Angeles where the late Eazy E’s service was also held. There were thousands of people in attendance. Friends from elementary school, junior high, high school and college were in attendance. Several wore RIP shirts with Treniyah’s picture on the back. News reporters were lined up outside to catch a glimpse of the family, and police offers were there to diffuse any situation that got out of hand. Everyone was dressed in Treniyah’s favorite color- turquoise. The front pew was filled with the family, and behind them sat Kendra, Marcos, Nia, and Marquise. The service was nice. It was a closed casket funeral, but there with a big picture of Treniyah displayed on top. The choir sang “The Storm Is Over Now” by Kirk Franklin and the Family. After the song, a friend of the family read the obituary:
Treniyah Renee Moore was born on June 6, 1985 in Los Angeles CA. She was the youngest of two and had a very good relationship with her older brother Trenton Moore. Treniyah attended Baldwin Hills Elementary, Audubon Middle School, and Palisades High. She was furthering her education at West L.A. College. Treniyah accepted God at an early age. She was an active member in church and found a home at First AME. She sang in choirs and loved to help the youth.
Treniyah leaves to cherish her memory her parents, Trevor and Denise Moore, her Grandmother Eloise G’Mama Baker, and brother Trenton Moore, all from Los Angeles, six aunts and seven uncles and a host of cousins and other relatives and friends.
After reading the obituary, friends and family gathered to share their fondest memories of Treniyah. Kendra and Nia were asked to sing “His Eye Is on the Sparrow”. Trent sat there, shocked, because he never knew Kendra could blow like that. He knew she could sing because they had always played around, but he had never heard anything so angelic. The tears poured out of Trent’s eyes as he listened to the melody escaping Kendra’s and Nia’s lungs. The preacher preached and had everyone on their toes. There were a lot of “amens” and “halleujahs”. There was also the occasional shout throughout the congregation.
The pastor continued, “Treniyah didn’t deserve this, but we can’t look for an eye for an eye or a tooth for tooth. Ah, c’mon now! I know somebody can agree with me.”
Again, the church hollered out, “Amen.”
“We need to clean up the drugs and gangs, take back our community. The time is now. You better get right before it’s too late. Wake up! To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord.”
At the closing of the ceremony, the pastor did the benediction and invited any and everyone who hadn’t heard of Christ to stand and give their lives over before it was too late.
