~~~Chapter 22~~~
As I was holding the back of Malice’s dreaded head, his tongue was buried in my mouth, while we kissed, deeply.
My back was pressed into the mattress, as he was between my thighs, sliding in and out of my sloppy wet pussy.
I was saturated with his releases, and I don’t think that my bed had bounced and squeaked this much since I’d had it.
The sun was now rising, and he was still fucking me. Had been for a few hours. Usually, I would’ve been pissed if somebody wanted to go this long and strong, however, with Malice I could never seemingly get enough. His big dick was almost magical, as it hit every nerve ending, sensually.
“Ooh,” I found myself crooning, as he craned his neck to aggressively suck my titty. Skillfully, he flicked his tongue over my nipple, driving me fucking insane.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I dug my nails into his skin, as he ventured balls deep inside of me.
“Ughhhh!” I cried out, as he pounded into me, while his balls loudly slammed into my ass cheeks.
Lifting his head, he gazed at me, while his dreads draped his face. “What you doing all that crying for? Huh?”
I licked my lips, before panting. “I can’t help it.”
“You can’t help it?” He dipped deeper into me. “But you was just saying that you gon leave a nigga alone. Remember that?”
I didn’t respond, as my back arched.
“You don’t hear me talking to you?” He pressed, while driving in and out of me, as my secretions could be heard lathering his dick.
“Yess,” I whimpered, while my toes involuntarily curled.
“So, you leaving me? Huh?” He rotated the dick inside of me, causing chills to shoot up and down my spine.
“Noooo,” I whined, as my pussy pulsed around him. My body also weirdly twitched, which was a first.
While I was still orgasming, he lowered his head, and sloppily kissed me. I rubbed his sweaty back, while he was still sultrily fucking me.
We exchanged breaths, while continuously kissing.
“This pussy so warm and tight,” he spoke softly. “And you think that I’ma go somewhere, just because you throwing a lil’ tantrum. Ion think you understand what you done got yourself into. Aint no turning back. This is mine and I aint never letting up.”
Laying there, I listened to every word he’d uttered, never saying a word. I could front and pretend that I wasn’t moved, but that would’ve been the biggest lie on the planet. I too was in deep, and could only pray that we remained on solid ground.
***
I gazed at my cell, as it vibrated on the bathroom countertop. It had been ringing all evening long, and after answering for Tootie, and a few others, I was told that it was now time to put the phone down, because we needed to unplug.
Now, I was soaking in my tub, with Khari in my lap, while my back was resting on Malice’s chest. Yep.
All three of us were taking a bath, which had quickly become one of my favorite things to do.
It was Malice who’d first brought the bathing together to the table, and I never really thought about how intimate something like that could be.
With our baby with us, we weren’t focusing on anything sexual, but instead, seemingly fine tuned into one another.
Just being there with my little family was enough for me, but when Malice grabbed the shampoo, and began to wash my hair, and massage my scalp, I can’t quite explain how soothing and euphoric it felt.
The shit felt so good that my eyes were soon rolling into the back of my head. Then after laying the baby on my chest, my body relaxed, and I felt light as a feather. With no guidance from me, he washed my hair gingerly, ensuring that my long mane was clean.
Once he was done, I couldn’t help but smile. “God, that felt good.”
“Oh, yeah?” He breathed onto my neck, as he was now massaging my shoulders.
“Ummm,” I moaned, as I indulged in the way his strong hands were kneading, and breaking down the tension in my shoulders. “Got damn, boy. I know a few girls who would pay top dollar for this type of thing.”
He lightly laughed. “Oh, yeah?”
“Umhmm.”
“Well lucky for you, all I want is for you to make me feel good too.”
Grinning, I nodded. “Okay. I can definitely handle that.”
Malice
Thank God for Ms. Shelia. More and more, I understood exactly why Jaylah had a full-time nanny, although she didn’t exactly have a job or career.
With the extra help, she was able to move freely, and have someone there to help, even if it was only to have a little personal time.
And today was one of those days, where neither of us were trying to do anything of real importance, but Ms. Shelia still had Khari, while we were locked away in the master suit.
Keeping it real, I had never spent this much time in the house in my entire life. By now, I’d usually be going stir crazy, but spending time with my Big Baby hit different, and there was honestly no other place I would’ve rather been, right then.
We were freshly out of the tub, and hadn’t bothered dressing. Feeling like a fucking king, I was sitting at the foot of the bed, puffing on a fat ass blunt, while Jaylah’s knees were propped on pillows on the floor, while she was devouring my dick.
Bobbing her head, she was sucking me up, at a unnatural pace. She wasn’t trying to keep it cute, neither, as spittle dripped down her chin. Then she was cuffing and massaging my balls, forcing my toes to curl.
“Fuck, baby,” I moaned, as a bit of smoke escaped my lips. “Suck this dick, just like that. Hell, yeah.”
Picking up the tempo, which I didn’t even think was possible, she was going dumb, while I was clenching my ass cheeks, fighting the unnatural urge to scream out like a bitch.
Then just as I had already crowned her as best dick sucker of my life, she allowed my dick to plop out of her mouth.
She then reached down, lifted my balls, before craning her neck, as she licked the spot between my balls and ass cheeks.
“What the fuck!” I blurted, while my dick unexpectedly released.
Slightly lifting her head, Jaylah once again took my dick into her mouth, while I was still cumming. I watched in astonishment, as she unblinkingly gulped every drop of my semen down her throat.
“Damn, baby,” my voice cracked, as I struggled to keep it together.
The visual of her continuously slurping on me wasn’t helping matters, as something foreign brewed in the pit of my stomach.
In all of my life, I’d never been sexually dominated in such a way.
It was like she’d unlocked some type of trapped door, where she could have fucking mind control over me.
So, when she pushed me onto my back, she didn’t have to utter a word.
It was like we had a meeting of the minds, as she straddled my shoulders, and put that pussy on my mouth.
Aggressively, she humped my face, while I was fluttering my tongue across her clit. “Yesss, baby, eat this pussy,” she encouraged, while I was gripping that fat ass.
Freakily, she swerved that pussy all over my face, leaving me slick with her juices. She even fucked my nose, before I wrapped my lips around her bud, and didn’t relent until her hips was bucking.
Once it was all said and done, we both collapsed into the mattress, attempting to catch our breaths.
With my mind still blown, I gazed at her, wondering where the fuck had she come from.
The sex was fucking amazing, as I realized that I would’ve been literally punishing myself if I would’ve stayed with Paisley.
Because this was something that I was never depriving myself of again.
“Baby, that was too good,” she lazily grinned, as we locked eyes.
“No, bullshit.” I grabbed her hand without thinking, interlocking our fingers, before kissing the back of her hand.
“And I been thinking…I feel like it’s time to really lock in. So, I wanna bring you home to meet my parents. Are you cool with that?”
I smiled. “It’s whatever you want, baby. So, I’m down. Just let me know when and where.”
***
Pulling into Jaylah’s parents’ driveway, I had to admit that I was impressed, and after seeing everything that I’d seen, that was no easy feat. I’d been some places. Seen some shit. However, this? This was some next level shit.
The circular driveway could easily hold at least forty cars.
It looked like the garage could hold at least twenty.
There was a fucking water fountain in the middle of the yard.
A architectural garden archway. Just a bunch of shit that you usually just see on TV.
And that was just the front of the house.
I couldn’t help but nod in approval. “That is fucking living, right here.”
Jaylah smirked. “Yep. All from the mind of my mama. I swear that lady took all her favorite movies set in the burbs and stole ideas, until she came up with the perfect house. Merely just being here offers a certain level of peace that can’t be found anywhere else.
“I feel that,” I mumbled, as my eyes were still canvassing the area. “It looks like there’s a bunch of people here.”
“It is. It’s Sunday.”
“Sunday?” I glanced at her. “What that mean?”
“It means that it’s family day. Outside of football season, we all pull up over here.”
“We all?”
“Yeah. My sisters, brothers, their kids, some cousins, my aunties. All that good shit.”
“Damn, so, basically all your people are in there?” I pointed at the mansion.
“Yep, pretty much.”
I took a deep breath. “Okay. Cool.”
She smiled at me, causing me to turn and look at her.
“What?”
“It’s okay to be a little nervous. You know that, right?”
“Nervous?” I frowned.