~~~Chapter 16~~~ #2
“Oh, shit. Eat this pussy, nigga,” I encouraged, while watching him work that tongue. “Umm.” My body trembled, when he sloshed his entire tongue over my bud.
I could feel my juices trickling down to my ass, and he must’ve saw it, because he was soon slurping and gliding his tongue over my asshole. I realized that I’d been severely dick deprived, when he zeroed in on my clit, and my body went into violent convulsions.
Then as I was still reeling from that earth-shattering orgasm, he climbed to his feet.
Gripping my hips, he pushed his massive dick into my opening.
I winced a bit, as it had been a long while since I’d had some dick.
That fucking pressure was real. The more he pushed into me, the more I dug my nails into his skin.
“Owww,” I gritted, when he fully buried himself inside of me.
“Damn, this pussy tight,” he grunted, while pumping into me.
I hooked my arms around his neck, while our skin loudly clapped. Wildly, my hips bucked, while I fucked him back.
After releasing his neck, I leaned back on my hands, and rocked my hips, as he dipped in and out of my womb.
“Fuck. I swear you feel better than I remember,” he huffed, while drilling into me, causing my titties to bounce. “You…you on the shot?”
“No,” I whimpered, while he was beating my pussy up.
Forcefully, he pounded into me, until his back stiffened. “Fuck!”
My breasts were heaving up and down, as I could feel him throbbing inside of me. He then craned his neck to sloppily tongue kiss me. I hungrily sucked his tongue, while tangling my hand in his dreads.
Eventually, he broke our kiss, and gazed at me. “Damn, girl.”
I smirked. “Yeah…I needed that.”
“Oh, yeah?” He smiled. “It’s been a minute?”
I whistled. “A long minute.”
He nodded. “I like that.”
“Like what?” I curiously questioned.
“That you been keeping it on lock, waiting on daddy.”
I snickered. “Nigga, please.”
“Okay.” He nodded. “Front all you want.”
“Nah. You’re just delusional.”
“So, I didn’t just have you shaking like you was having a seizure in this muthafucka?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that.
“This aint no laughing matter,” he claimed, before his gaze fell down to his dick, and mine did too. He was now rock-hard, again. “Now, come on.” He grabbed my hand. “Let’s take this to the bed.”
A minute later, my back was pressed into the mattress, while Malice was buried at least a good eleven inches deep. I wrapped my legs around his waist, while he sensually worked that dick in and out of me.
“Umm,” he moaned, while sucking my titty.
Arching my back, my eyes rolled into the back of my head, while I released all over his big, black dick.
“Yeah, that’s right,” he boasted. “Cum on this dick.”
In sync, our hips compressed together, until my body spasmed.
“Uh huh. Look at you,” he teased, while rotating that dick inside of me.
He delivered a few more pumps, before his dick was once again throbbing within me. Meanwhile, he gingerly kissed my lips, causing chills to shoot up and down my spine.
“Damn. Pussy so warm and juicy. And I’ma wear this muthafucka out. I swear to God.”
Hearing that, I snickered. “Yeah, right. I’d love to see you try.”
***
“Girl, can you stop?” I fussed at Khari, as she kept trying to put her hand in my sports bra. For whatever reason she loved pinching my breasts, although I’d never breastfed her.
I was holding her chunky butt, while sifting through the refrigerator for something to drink. It was the middle of the day, Ms. Shelia had to leave early, so Khari had been riding my hip for the last hour.
Grabbing a bottle of water, I promptly twisted off the top, and immediately took it to the head. I was beyond parched after being thoroughly worked all morning long. Malice’s stamina was out of this world, and he was seemingly trying to fuck my coochie, until it was all gone.
I felt like a damn teenager, who’d just discovered sex.
There were hickeys all over my neck, and breasts.
Malice had fucked me so many times within the last week that I’d lost count.
At this point, I rarely bothered with wearing more than boy shorts and a sports bra, because I would always end up fully naked, while he took me to pound town.
Low key, everything else in my life had been neglected. I hadn’t kicked it with anybody. My parents were now threatening me, because they hadn’t laid eyes on Khari in weeks. My whole social life had completely come to a halt, as I’d been cooped up in the house, letting Malice fuck my brains out.
“I gotta get my shit together,” I said to myself, before my doorbell rang.
Frowning in confusion, I grabbed my phone to check the camera on my porch. Seeing that Jhyrah and Keyasia had popped up, I rolled my eyes, before pressing a button to speak. “Uh, who told y’all to just show up over here?”
“Girl, bye,” Jhyrah fussed. “And open this fucking door.”
Laughing, I scrolled to another app, and electronically unlocked the door. “It’s open.”
I gazed at my baby, while she was nibbling on her finger. “Come on, heavy baby. Let’s have a seat.”
I got situated on the couch, while listening to my sister and cousin climb the stairs.
“Hey, titi’s baby,” Jhyrah cooed the minute she stepped into the living room.
“She’s really alive,” Keyasia smiled, as she moseyed over to the sectional and flopped down.
Jhyrah sat down, not too far from me, and studied my face.
I bucked my eyes. “What the hell are you looking at?”
“You. Why the hell is your hair all over your head?” Jhyrah wanted to know, propelling me to pat the super messy bun at the crown of my head.
Key squinted. “And she got love bites everywhere.”
“Y’all need to—” I got out, before I heard heavy footsteps coming downstairs, before Malice came into view.
I smiled at the sight, because daddy had put that shit on. The Dolce ensemble fit him perfectly. His shorts stopped at his knees, which drew attention to his bowlegged stroll. His frizzy dreads hung down, while that line-up was crisp. And his sweet cologne swept into the room, as he approached us.
“Hey, how y’all doing?” He spoke and waved.
I cleared my throat. “Khamere, this is my sister Jhyrah, and my cousin Keyasia.”
“Hey,” Jhyrah and Key greeted him in unison.
He gave them a head nod, before stepping up to me. “I’m finna burn. I’ll be back later on.”
I glimpsed up at him and nodded. “Okay.”
“Alright.” He bent down, kissed the baby’s cheek, before gripping my chin, and sloppily kissing me.
When he finally stood upright, I could feel Jhyrah and Key’s eyes burning a hole into the side of my face.
“Alright,” he sighed. “It was nice meeting y’all.” He waved before jogging downstairs.
As soon as we heard the front door open and close, the chatter began.
“Well, damn,” Key chortled. “That was a lot.”
“Indeed, it was.” Jhyrah bucked her eyes. “And that explains why she’s been missing in action. You’ve been over here laying it low and spreading it wide.”
“Girl,” I tittered.
“Jaylah, that nigga must be over here, knocking the bottom out of that pussy,” Key raunchily teased.
I cut my eyes at her. “Mind ya business.”
“So, what’s tea?” Jhyrah wanted to know. “He lives here now?”
“Mmm…not really. I mean…he’s been sleeping here, but he doesn’t technically stay here,” I explained.
“Wait,” Key spoke up. “What happened to the girl he was with?”
“She put him out.” I shrugged.
Jhyrah’s eyes widened. “For what?”
“Because he told her about Khari.”
“Damn,” Key stressed. “So, they’re completely done?”
I sighed. “I guess. I mean…it looks that way.”
“No, hold up,” Jhyrah interjected. “Why does it sound like you aint too sure?”
My lips twisted, as I became a little antsy. “Because I’m not. Everything is still fresh, and he’s been around to bond with Khari. Paisley put him out…but it just seems like—”
“Did he move his belongings out of their house?” Keyasia probed. “I mean like really move his shit? Or does he just have a bag of clothes he’s lugging around or something?”
“A bag of clothes?” Jhyrah cringed. “Ewe. Aint that what broke, bum niggas do? House hop with their trash bags of clothes?”
“Yep,” Key agreed. “But we’ve done the homework, so we know that Mr. Malice aint broke.”
“Now, the question is…are you letting this nigga slut you out, while he’s still trying to beg his way back into his house?” Jhyrah interrogated.
I wanted to confidently say that she had me fucked up…
but I honestly didn’t know. In fact, Malice had never expressed not wanting Paisley, anymore.
He would just primarily focus on the fact that he didn’t believe that she could accept Khari.
That meant that if she fell in line, then they could probably still be together.
“Look, I don’t know what’s going on with that. He claims that they’re done,” I responded.
“And you bought that shit?” Jhyrah frowned.
Key disappointedly shook her head. “Jaylah, please don’t turn into Jayah number two,” she referred to our freaky, sneaky, slutty, na?ve cousin.
She was always fucking somebody else’s man, falling for the nigga, then acting oblivious when that nigga’s woman wanted her head.
“We only want the niggas who choose us. That shit needs to be clear. Otherwise, you need to create some boundaries, and explore your options.”
“Exactly,” Jhyrah concurred. “Cause it’s too many niggas who would love a chance, for you to waste time being some nigga’s standby.”
“Yeah.” Key nodded. “That nigga needs to make his intentions clear, while he’s marking you up, and shit.
All this laying up and love bombing could just be a manipulation tactic.
Could be trying to fuck you into submission, before he fully goes back home.
Then he’ll try to have it where he comes to spend time with Khari, and get a piece of pussy on the side, while he still got Paisley at home. ”
Hearing that, I had to laugh. “Who the fuck is allowing all of that? Because it damn sure aint me.”
“You bet not,” Key scoffed.
“Then that means that you need to be figuring out what y’all are doing,” Jhyrah suggested. “Cause him laying up with you, when he still haven’t left the past behind doesn’t look right.”
“At all,” Key added. “So, tighten up, cousin. Don’t let that nigga play in your face.”