Lying Lips by Mahaughani Fiyah Read Free Book Online

loads of energy. My husband again bathed me, this time as though he worshipped me. Cleansing my body of any impurity that might have tried to seep onto or into me.
    I felt perfect. Like royalty. Like Asanti’s queen. And he was my king. Then of course we made love. Deep and profound love. He took me repeatedly. Lovingly. Gently. Tenderly. For hours. It was beautiful. And perfect. And exquisite. I could ask for nothing more. In a little more than sixty hours, I had managed to fall in love.
    With a perfect stranger!
    At eight o’clock the next morning I was surprised by Asanti yet again. I was awakened after a long night of intense lovemaking to the smell of what could only be described as heaven. Breakfast. I mean a feast fit for the royalty that I had become. I ate like I was ravenous. Starving. Desperate for food to replace the loads of energy I had used up the day and night before. Asanti watched me in silence, the lust ever present all over his face.
    To my surprise though, my husband didn’t touch me. Although it was clear that he wanted to. Instead, after breakfast, he carefully selected one of the many outfits he’d bought me and slowly, sensually, he dressed me himself. And before I knew what the deal was, the surprise was staring me in the face.
    Asanti had me standing in the airport. Then back on a plane. Then back in the tiny bathroom where we screwed like wild rabbits again. And a short while later, the surprise was even more intense when we landed at Honolulu International Airport.
    And our honeymoon began.
     
     
     

Chapter 5
     
     
    “Legaci, I don’t want you to go,” my husband of the last two weeks said to me.
    “But… I… uhhhhh… have… to…” I managed to get out while Asanti licked my slit clean.
    “No you don’t have to,” he said as he situated himself between my thighs and lined his manhood up with my center. “You can stay here Legaci, here with me, here with this” he said as he plunged into my abyss.
    “Aaaaahhhh,” I cried out uncontrollably.
    I was instantly lost.
    My body instantaneously went into Asanti mode. I couldn’t help it. My hips began to move with no help from me. My tender nipples aimed at him, begging him to pleasure them. My legs wrapped around him as they spread as wide as they possibly could. My back arched. My eyes closed. My arms wrapped around him as my fingers immediately dug into his rippling, manly his flesh.
    “That’s my girl,” Asanti said to me as he propelled his hips forward to fill me with his thick, juicy meat.
    I knew he loved it when my body reacted to him in that way. In that primal, desperate, I need you kind of way. Asanti loved the feel of me helplessly clinging to him as if I were trying to meld my body to his. It turned him on. Made him crazy. Made him make love to me that much more intensely. He said it made him feel like a man. I know it made me feel like a woman.
    He ravished me.
    Hard.
    For more than an hour.
    I came.
    He gushed like a hot spring geyser.
     
    “Legaci, don’t go,” he said to me again at the breakfast table as our new maid served us.
    “Baby we’ve gone over this before. I love my job. I have to go.”
    “You don’t have to go,” he became annoyed. “You want to go.”
    “That’s not fair, Asanti,” I pouted like a child. “You get to do what you love but I have to give up what I love and sit at home all day doing nothing.”
    My husband was quiet for a minute. I could see him taking my words into consideration.
    Then he spoke tenderly, “My job doesn’t take me away from home for weeks at a time. You don’t have to miss me but for a few hours. I have to miss you for weeks,” he expressed. “We’re only just married and you’re about to leave me now. And on top of that I won’t see you again for three, possibly four, weeks,” he voiced firmly. “I leave every morning and I’m back by sundown.”
    “Right now, Asanti.” I expressed, somewhat annoyed as well. “But what about your