I leaned up, lifted her legs on my shoulder, and rubbed her clit as I gave her every inch of my dick.
Her hands gripped the sheet with each stroke.
Finally, I flipped her over, slid her to the edge of the bed, and beat her pussy up.
Her ass clapped on my dick as she screamed out. I slapped her ass cheek over and over, telling her, “Give me all that pussy,” cause I needed it.
My girl loved to listen. She always did what I said.
“Damn, baby,” I let out. “You grippin’ my dick something crazy.”
She looked back and smiled at me. “And the way you’re throbbing in my pussy is crazy.”
I kept fucking her until we both screamed out, cumming together.
I collapsed on the bed beside her. We looked at each other and started laughing cause we heard that nigga downstairs going crazy.
I got up and put my shorts on while Islah wrapped the sheet around her, and we went to the top of the steps to look at him.
His face was covered in tears and snot. We laughed dead in that nigga’s face.
“I know you ain’t cryin’ cause your girl got some dick. You feel good, baby?”
Islah kept laughing. “Baby, I feel amazing now.”
I grabbed her hand. “Come on, baby, let’s go for round two.”
I took Islah back into the room and spent the rest of the day fuckin’ loud, having a time making him mad.
When we were done getting under his skin, we lay in the bed, and I held her in my arms as I rotated her ring on her finger.
“I need to tell you something,” I said softly. “Jada helped him take you.”
Islah sat up, raising her eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
I exhaled. “He found her on Facebook, and they started talking. Come to find out, he wasn’t the only one checking you and your girls’ social media, she was too. She told him which club you were going to be at and what hotel out of the way to take you to.”
Islah looked sad. “I never did anything to her.”
I agreed.
“I know you didn’t. She was mad that I wouldn’t get back with her, and that Amir wanted to live with me, but it’s okay. You won’t have issues with her anymore.”
“Why not?”
“Because she’s dead.”
Islah looked at me like she wanted to ask, but didn’t want to.
“Oh, I did it, mamas,” I said flat-out. “Jada had enough warnings to stop playin’ with me and to leave you alone. She thought being Amir’s mother meant she was untouchable; she forgot that shit don’t matter to bullets.”
“How is Amir?”
“He is holding up good. I’ma make him a lil’ iced-out piece. He misses you tho’.”
She smiled slightly. “I never wanted anybody to be taken from him. The only person that should be hurting cause of this shit is Gio.”
“I feel that, but a nigga or bitch can’t cross me and still live, mamas. I gave her enough grace.”
