Page 61 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

“I figured.”

I let my gaze roam over her again.

“Damn, baby…”

The little dress she had on hugged every curve just right. I didn’t know where the hell she bought it from, but whoever made it deserved a raise.

“You look good as fuck.”

A blush crept across her cheeks.

“Thank you.”

I reached for her waist and pulled her a little closer.

“So…” I glanced down before looking back up at her with a grin. “You gonna help Big Daddy out or what?”

She laughed and shook her head.

“Yeah… but I’m supposed to be meeting Drayla.”

“It ain’t gonna take long.”

She gave me a look.

“I don’t believe you, Kyrie.”

“Why not?”

“Because you don’t do quickies.”

I laughed because she wasn’t lying. Quickies had never really been my thing. But for my wife, I was willing to make an exception.

I closed the door behind me, then followed her over to the bed.

The second we reached the bed, I didn't waste no time. My hands found her hips, and I spun her around, pressing her forward until her palms hit the mattress.

“Kyrie—” she started, but I cut her off.

“Nawl, baby. Bend over for me.”

My voice came out low, commanding. I watched as she arched her back, that ass pushing up in the air just the way I liked. The dress rode up her thighs, and I could already see the outline of her underwear hugging her curves.

“Fuck…” I muttered under my breath, running my hand over her ass before giving it a firm squeeze.

She looked back at me over her shoulder, biting her bottom lip. That shit alone had my dick throbbing.

“You missed me, huh?” she teased.

“You already know the answer to that.”

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her underwear and slowly dragged them down. The fabric slid over her hips and down her thighs until it pooled at her ankles. She stepped out of them, and I kicked them aside.

My eyes locked on her pussy, already glistening.

“Damn, Si… you stay ready for me, don't you?”

“Always,” she whispered, her voice breathy.