“You’re so nasty.”
I leaned forward to kiss her, sharing the soaked crotch of her panties with her so we could be nasty together. When I pulled away, she lifted her shirt over her head and scooted toward the edge of the couch to give me better access to her pussy.
She swung her legs onto my shoulders, and I wrapped my arms around her upper thighs. Before I dove in, she stopped me by pressing her hand against my forehead, causing me to look up.
“Choke me.”
I had no idea how I’d forgotten her demand, but damn did I appreciate the reminder. I released one of her legs and grabbedher neck, slowly tightening my grip. The look of anticipation in her eyes had me ready to erupt, and without further hesitation, I covered her pussy with my mouth.
She sucked in a breath and hissed when my tongue brushed over her center. I immediately knew she wouldn’t last long because she was already sensitive, and I’d barely touched her. As my tongue dipped and dived in, out, and between her lovely layers, she moaned and screamed to the heavens.
The amount of slick, slippery substance she’d released was unreal, and it sent me into another gear. I released her other leg and used my thumb to massage her clit as my tongue circled her juicy hole.
She grabbed my hand, pushed it against her neck, and groaned, “Tighter!”
That shit almost sent me over the edge. I tightened my grip, and her pussy sprayed in my face. Normally, I would’ve caught as much as I could, but my dick was throbbing. In the middle of her orgasm, I picked her up, found the nearest wall, and pressed her against it. I pulled my dick from my shorts and slammed her down on it.
“Fuck!” I damn near growled when I entered her.
She was so wet and tight, I could’ve died in her pussy. Never in my life had I felt anything as good as this, and if I had anything to do with it, I’d feel it forever.
“Malyah smelled Callie’s perfume, saw lipstick on my collar, and a scratch on my neck. She was pissed.”
I’d called Ronin as soon as I stepped outside to head to work to tell him how my night ended. He didn’t need to know all thedetails about how Malyah and I had made up, but I’d tell him everything that led up to that.
“Damn. You didn’t tell her when you got home?”
“No. I didn’t think it was a good idea. I was honest with her about my past with Callie, and they’ve already had a few run-ins. I didn’t want to unnecessarily raise her suspicions.”
“I guess that makes sense. How did she confront you?”
“She didn’t. I knew something was wrong, but her stubborn ass wouldn’t tell me. She went to bed as soon as I got out of the shower, in the guest room.”
“Yeah. She wanted to send a message.”
As I backed out of the driveway, I shared a few more details.
“It sounds like you could’ve avoided an argument if you’d told her right away.”
“True, but we made up, and the argument was worth it.”
I exited our gated community and was immediately surrounded by police cars.
“Aye, man. Call my Pops. Six police cars just surrounded my car at the gate.”
“What!” Ronin shouted.
“Call my Pops!”
Naturally, I was confused, but I put my car in park, turned it off, and put my hands on the steering wheel. I hadn’t done anything, but that never mattered as a Black man dealing with the law.
“Get out of the car and put your hands up!” one of them shouted with their gun drawn.
I looked around, and I couldn’t count the number of guns pointed in my direction. Slowly, I opened the door, then put my hands back up before stepping out. I could barely come to a full standing position before one of the officers grabbed me and slammed me against my car.
“Kenzo Goode III, you are under arrest for assault and battery,” the cop said as he forced my arms behind my back and put handcuffs on me.
“Assault and battery? I haven’t assaulted anyone,” I denied, knowing it was pointless.
