Page 51 of Widow Mayker

She gasped audibly as I wrapped my hand around her throat and brought her back to my chest. I tilted her head back and brushed my lips against her temple before placing an open-mouthed kiss on her neck.

She moaned and pushed against the hardness of my dick. My fingers slid up her thighs until they tangled with the string of her panties. Her body trembled as I worked them down her thighs. She placed her hand on my shoulder as she stepped out of them. Bringing the black lace to my lips, I met her eyes, snaked my tongue out, and sucked her juices from the fabric. Her pupils matched mine, and her face flushed. By the waistband of my pants, she brought me to her, and the kiss we shared was so nasty I was about to explode.

I picked her up, carried her to my bedroom, and placed her in the middle of my bed. This moment wouldn’t be right without some music, so I cut on a track that bodied everything I felt and everything I wanted to do to Maja. When We by Tank was perfect. She loved it too, leaning back on the bed and stretching like a black ass cat.

Removing my clothes seemed to take too long. I left my jewelry on, too impatient to take the time to undo the shit. Seconds later, I was perched over Maja and removing her dress. She was exquisite, this I knew without the visual. Her dark skin glowed, and there was nothing I loved seeing more than the stretch marks along her hips. The only thing that gave me pause was the scar along her right shoulder. It favored a bullet wound, which I tucked in the back of my mind for later.

“I have something else to tell you,” she murmured as I kissed my way down her body while propping her left leg up over my shoulder. Her heels were still on, but that made this shit so damn real for me.

“I’m listening, baby.” The lower I went, I placed kisses along the way. Finally, as my face encountered her neatly groomed pussy, I got to inhale her natural scent. Her fingers danced in my fresh braids, her urgency for me to taste her pouring into me.

“This is my first time doing this…” Her words trailed off, and her body bowed at the first swipe of my tongue. Her confession fueled me to place her other leg over my shoulder. A nigga got comfortable, planting my face inside her pussy and eating like the plate was the last one I’d have in my life.

She shook, moaned, cried, clawed at my head, all that shit. The first time she came, I cupped her ass and drew every drop out of her. I took her there again, then prepared myself to enter her. As I penetrated her center, she held my face and sucked my lips. Pushing inside of her trapped me into a web of unbelief. The barrier there stood no chance against either of our desires. I kissed along her scar, truly concerned about what the hell it was.

“Breathe…” I coached when she tensed up. Shit, I was fighting for my life just to get situated inside what was now mine.

Lightly, she winced as I made us one. Tears dripped from her eyes that I used my tongue to clean up. I moved in and out of her, taking special care and letting my dick show her how good he could be to her. She was a suction around me that I didn’t want to free myself from. Not even the pleasure of a good-ass nut made me want to stop this shit. I sucked her nipples and fought for control because her untouched body was showing a nigga that she could quickly turn this shit into me crying inside her shit.

In fact, my eyes watered. I peered down at her upturned face and tightly shut eyes.

“Mmm… You doin’ so good, baby. You lettin’ her eat, and I love that for us.”

“Von…”

My name sounded like a promise she made to herself. It was one she made while crumbling apart and creaming around my dick. I rode her through her orgasm, growling and tearing up the wall behind my headboard.

She made a promise, so I had to make one of my own. Stretching her legs east and west, I went deeper, the thrill of my nut too strong to ignore anymore.

“You ain’t goin’ no-fuckin’-where, Maja! Not ever!”

She came again, shouting my name as I nutted so good, I collapsed on top of her and promptly found sleep.

MAJA

“Please don’t do this,” my mama begged. Her arms were wrapped tightly around me to shield me from the rage that was my father. I clung to my mama, crying and praying that my father would just walk away and pretend as if he never met my mama.

He still wore his badge and even tapped it as he gloated. “Do you know what I can do to you and get away with? Huh! You think you can just walk away from me? You think you can just take my child from me? That’s not how shit works, Nina! We’re married! We made an oath to each other! Death or nothing!”

Mama whimpered. “Richard, please. You’re scaring us.”

Like a lion, my father paced the inside of the tiny hotel with his gun by his side and sweat dripping down his face. He was high and drunk. His assault of us was going on three hours now. Did anyone not hear my shouts for help or my mama’s pleas for help? It was like we were in a bad dream that no one wanted to wake us up from.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” my father mocked. He pointed the gun at us, causing my mama’s hold on me to tighten. “I’m scaring y’all? How about I put you both out of your misery?”

“No!” Mama shouted, and I braced for impact.

I jolted awake as the impact of the bullet struck me. Von’s reflexes were quick. He flicked the lamp on, then held my naked body closer to his. Sweat dotted my skin, and my chest heaved from the emotions buried deep inside me. The last time these nightmares occurred, I recorded my first kill. It took weeks for the nightly terrors to wane. Since, I’d been effectively holding them at bay.

Von’s lips dropped on mine. “Shh… I got you, mama,” he murmured. Clinging to him, I trembled and released a pent-up breath. Releasing the breath seemed to unleash pent-up tears. Von held me tighter and wiped the watery tracks from my face. “My baby is so tough and strong, but I don’t need her to be. Not with me. You can lay down whatever you need to, love. Trust me to carry you.”

Something inside me finally broke. My hardened shell had cracked and now Von clearly saw that I wasn’t as strong as I thought.

“The bullet wound came from my father,” I confessed. Swallowing to gather my emotions, I hesitated before saying, “The bullet went through my mother’s chest and hit me in my shoulder.”

Von’s heart and breathing stalled briefly. The weight of my confession stunned him. Truthfully, his visceral reaction chipped at another part of my shell. Von had all the opportunity to look into my backstory. He could’ve used his badge to dig for the information he sought. Instead, he waited for me. Just like he’d been doing since the day he met me.

His eyes reflected the pain in my soul.