With a sudden, firm shove, he pushed me backward. I let out a small squeal of surprise as I hit the mattress. The bed dipped under my weight. Before I could even catch my breath, he was over me. His large frame cast a shadow that made me feel small and completely claimed. He quickly stripped us out of our clothes like he was frantic. His eyes never left mine, until we were naked and his dick was throbbing.
He gripped my ankles and shoved my legs back, pinning them against my chest so my pussy was wide open and glistening. He dove down, burying his face into my heat. His tongue lashed out, licking my clit with a broad, wet stroke that made my hips jerk off the bed. He was relentless while swirling his tongue around my sensitive nub before sucking it deep into his mouth, creating a vacuum that had me screaming his name. Then his tongue slid back to explore my ass. He licked the seam of my cheeks. Then his tongue probed my asshole with rhythmic, insistent flicks that sent a different, deeper kind of pleasure radiating through my spine.
I was a shaking mess beneath him. My fingers clutched the sheets, and my bob was splayed across the pillows.
Just as I felt I was about to peak, he pulled away and guided his mushroomed head to my entrance.
He slammed into me in one brutal, deep thrust, filling me to the absolute limit.
"I can't get enough of you," he groaned. "I'm going to fuck you until you're completely ruined for anyone else."
I let out a strangled cry, feeling my walls stretch to accommodate his thickness. He began to fuck the shit out of me. His pace was frantic and punishing. Each thrust was a heavy, wet thud that caused his balls to slap hard against the sensitive strip between my ass and center as he hammered into my G-spot.
"You take this dick so perfectly, baby. Just keep taking it until you can't even remember your own name.”
In the middle of his assault, just as I was sobbing from the intensity, he suddenly pulled out. It left me feeling empty and desperate, but before I could complain, he flipped me over, pushing my face into the pillows and hoisting my ass high in the air.
“Ho fame. Mi manca già il tuo sapore. (I'm hungry. Miss your taste already).”
He dove back down, his tongue returning to my pussy with a vengeance. He licked me with perfection, his tongue diving deep into my soaking wet folds, eating my clit and my ass simultaneously, alternating between the two until I was sobbing, until my body was vibrating with an orgasm that felt like it was tearing me apart.
As soon as I peaked, he didn't give me a second to recover. He gripped my hips and drove his dick back inside me from behind with a forceful, deep plunge, and his dick hit the deepest part of my womb with every strike.
"You're mine," he growled, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck. "Every fucking inch of you belongs to me, and I'm going to make sure you feel it in your soul."
LEGEND CARTIER
Jamir sat across from me, Icon, and Saint in the office of the Cartier estate with Kash’s burner phone beside his laptop.
“I got proof Wise, Vega, and Prodigy had nothing to do with Kash getting killed,” he told us.
I was relieved that the Street Kings were as loyal as I thought they were. I could see the relief in Icon and Saint’s eyes as well.
Once Jamir had told me privately that the Street Kings were in the clear, I informed Saint and Icon before this meeting.
Saint leaned forward. “Then who did? I thought you said it was someone in their crew.”
Jamir opened a folder on the laptop and turned the screen toward us. “Knox.”
For a few seconds, nobody spoke.
My brows furrowed as I stared at Jamir, waiting for him to say he was joking. “Prodigy’s Knox?”
Jamir reluctantly nodded.
Icon shook his head in disbelief. “Nah. That nigga is Prodigy’s day one.”
Jamir opened screenshots of a text thread pulled from Kash’s burner. The number wasn’t saved under a name.
Kash had written first:
I heard you talking to them niggas about taking the Kings’ territory. You foul as hell.
The reply came seconds later:
You don’t know what you heard.
Kash replied: