14. Charisma Rae Jones
CHARISMA RAE JONES
Waltzing into Kalm’s bedroom, I found him lying on the bed with his hands behind his head.
He seemed dazed out and in his own little world.
Since coming home from training, he hadn’t come out once.
Sissy and I were having a movie marathon in the living room, but she’d finally tapped out and headed into her room for bed, so I went looking for my man.
He didn’t move when I climbed in the bed and snuggled up beside him. His arm wrapped around my waist, securing me in place. I smiled to myself when I felt him kiss the top of my head. “You’re mighty quiet tonight. Are you nervous about the fight tomorrow night?”
I began tracing his abs while I waited for him to answer me. “Not nervous, just determined as fuck. I’m visualizing my success.”
He had a lot riding on the payout from this fight, between medical bills and attorney fees.
I empathized with him because I saw how hard he’d been pushing himself over the last twelve weeks to prepare.
I hadn’t slacked off or slipped up, working as his nutritionist, so he’d made weight, and tomorrow night was the official showdown.
It was going to be my first time experiencing him live in action, and I was a little nervous but also excited to be there to support him. Even Superman needed someone to lean on, and mine was no different. “I know you’re going to win, but I understand the need to get your mind right.”
I felt him shift and glanced up to find him looking down at me. “How you know that?”
“Because I believe in you.”
He blessed me with his smile and devoured me with his dark eyes, sending chills down my spine.
“I’m glad to know you do. When I win, I’m putting some money aside to do something nice for you.
You never ask for anything or make any complaints, but I want you to know I love you, I value you, and I appreciate the fuck out of you for all you do for me and Sissy. ”
Tossing my leg over him, I straddled his body, feeling hot all over when his hands slid up my thighs. “You don’t have to do anything for me, honestly. Plenty of men have tricked on me in my life, but none of them loved me the way you do.”
His hands stopped their exploration of my curves, and he frowned at me.
“Pretty, I don’t want to hear about niggas trickin’ on you.
I’m over here telling you how much I love you, and you bringing up some shit from your past.” Before I could respond, he tossed me off him, hopped up from the bed, and went stomping into the bathroom, clearly irritated with me.
His reaction made me realize I didn’t think that all the way through before I said it.
Kalm was possessive like me, and the thought of me having dealings with any other man deeply disturbed him.
I was supposed to be in here easing his mind, not making things worse.
With a sigh, I propped my head up on my hands and listened to him move around the bathroom.
He could be so fucking sensitive sometimes, but if the roles were reversed, I probably would’ve slapped him upside the head for saying such a thing to me.
He actually handled it quite well, in my opinion.
Climbing off the bed, I went into the kitchen to grab him a bag of the chocolate-covered donuts he loved to sneak and eat. By the time I came back, he was back in bed. I held up the bag of donuts when he gave me a side eye. “Peace offering?” I poked my lip out for emphasis.
He glanced toward the wall, pretending like he didn’t want the damn donuts. “You know my fight is tomorrow, and I can’t eat those right now.”
I giggled before racing across the bed to jump on him.
“Oh, now you can’t eat these donuts? Don’t think I don’t know you’ve been sneaking into the pantry in the middle of the night to stuff your face.
” I teased him by tickling his armpits until his attitude lifted.
Pecking his lips, I placed the donuts on the side table and hovered over him.
“But since you can’t eat the donuts, how about you eat me instead?
I’m just as sweet and won’t get you in trouble. ”
His smirk set off atomic bombs in my center. “On the contrary, I think your ass will get me in way more trouble than them fucking donuts.”
I backed away, ready to put distance between us. “So, you don’t want to eat my pussy then?”
He snatched me forward by the front of my muumuu, damn near giving me whiplash. “I ain’t say all that now. I happen to like a little bit of trouble.” He smacked me on the ass with a grin. “Let me hide underneath that muumuu, baby.”
I did as I was told and climbed up his body until I was where he wanted me to be.
My muumuu hid his face, and since I wasn’t wearing panties underneath it, he feasted on my pussy like he was afraid it’d run away or something.
I never got tired of his warm tongue lapping up my juices or his big hands massaging my ass cheeks.
I wound my hips to direct him on where to apply pressure, and he listened like the good boy he was.
“Mmm, baby. You feel so good,” I moaned with my head thrown back and my fingers pinching my nipples until they stung.
“And you taste so fucking good,” he replied with a mouthful of my essence. Every slurping sound made my toes curl and liquid fire explode behind my eyes.
Kalm was a professional when it came to my body and never took long to bring me to the point of no return.
I grabbed on to the headboard, barely able to speak, think, or function as I felt my orgasm slowly building.
Then he inserted two fingers that sent me over the edge.
He moaned in tandem with the waves of pleasure coursing through my veins.
Black spots appeared at the edges of my vision, and I knew I was about to sleep good tonight.
I fell backward on the bed in a heap when I noticed my phone was ringing on the nightstand. I picked it up to see I had a series of texts and calls from Zuri.
Zuri: Girl, Dice is DEAD!!!!
Zuri: And Bryaire is fucked up. Might never walk again. Call me asap!!
My mouth popped open in surprise as I read the messages over and over again. I lifted on my elbows and glanced at Kalm, who was too busy getting butt naked to notice me watching him.
“Baby, guess what?” I asked, trying to catch my breath.
“What?” he asked, turning toward me while expertly stroking his thick and long dick. I had to close my eyes to stay focused on the matter at hand.
“Did you know the guy who owned the club I worked at died?”
I only opened my eyes to see his reaction, but all he did was lick his lips, staring at the mess he’d made between my legs with his tongue. “Nah, why would I know?”
I wasn’t sure what made me suspect him. Maybe it was him constantly reassuring me that he was going to handle him and Bryaire, but he seemed completely oblivious. Maybe karma had finally spun the block on them, and they got what they deserved for mistreating so many of us.
“Hmm, well Zuri said Bryaire—”
He cut me off by grabbing my ankle and yanking me to the edge of the bed.
“You wanna talk about them niggas, or you want Daddy to fuck you to sleep?” Seeing the bead of precum ooze from his tip had me spreading my legs as far open as they could go.
He chuckled darkly, and desire churned in his eyes.
“I know that’s right. Fuck them niggas. Whatever happened to them, they deserved it the same way you deserve what I’m about to do to your pussy. ”