Page 130 of Just Listen
“So, are you that cold-hearted?”
He exhaled. “When it comes to the streets…I’m Malice, Jaylah. I’ve told you that a thousand times before. I aint gotta boast about nothing I’ve done. Because it’s nothing to be proud of. But it’s who I am. It’s who I have to be. It’s the reason I keep telling you not to sweat that shit with Paisley and her people. Who do you think they used to call when shit was getting real? That’s why I know that some bruised egos is forcing them niggas to write a check their asses can’t cash.”
“So, so, what am I supposed to do now?” I sniveled.
He squinted. “What do you mean by that?”
“I’m saying, I’m saying—”
“You saying what? I thought that we already had this talk. It’s us and nobody else. That’s including your lame, soon to be dead ex. Now, I get that you feel a way about his friend. I won’t fault you for that. But that wasn’t about you, baby. Those niggas put on capes for the next man, after that man tried to run off with several keys. So, it played out how it did. Wish ya people would’ve made better decisions. And ya ex…I hate that they didn’t aim for the head.”
My eyes brightened, as several things hit me all at once, like a freight train.
“So, again, what do you mean by what do you do now? Cause this shit done been cemented. Aint no breaking up. Aint no running. We here. And this is what it’s gonna be.” He grabbed the waistband on my pants, and pulled me closer. “We a family, and whatever is going on in the world aint got shit to do with this.” He palmed my stomach. “And I’ll kill anything and anybody who tries to interfere with it.”
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Laying on my side in bed, I tried my best to play possum. Khari was in her room with Ms. Shelia, and Malice was in bed with me, but I’d closed my eyes, pretending to drift off, while I tried to process everything.
Never in a million years did I think that I’d be sharing a bed with Claro's killer. Especially not after attending his funeral, watching his mama have to be peeled off the floor, as she cried from the depths of her soul. That cry had haunted me forweeks after, and to know that my man was responsible…was the hardest pill to swallow.
And now, there I was, once again full of baby.Hisbaby. Showing me that nothing about this was simple. Whatever happened in those streets wouldn’t change the family we’d made. However, it was something to actually know that you slept next to a stone cold killer, every night.
Now, I was thinking about all the times that I’d flirted with danger in our relationship. All the while, that man probably meant it when he’d tell me that I didn’t want to meet his other side. While I had been thinking that shit was a game.
“Baby,” he spoke softly, as he scooted behind me, and placed his chin on my shoulder. “I know you not sleep.” He reached around and lifted my nightie to rub my stomach. “You know that I can’t sleep, until I can slide in it.”
I didn’t respond, as his hand traveled up further to my tender breast. Breathing into my ear, he massaged my aching boob, causing me to unintentionally moan.
“Lift your leg up,” he instructed, knowing that I never went to bed with panties on.
Stubbornly, I didn’t move, and he lifted my leg for me. Then I could feel him fumbling around with his boxers, before his hard dick was pressing against my opening.
Like always, I gasped, when he pushed his hard dick inside of me, because no matter how many times we did this, that pressure never lessoned.
“Why you pretending that you don’t hear me, when this pussy is soaking wet? Hmm?” He spoke in my ear, while he’dcompletely pulled my titty out of my nightie, and was rubbing my sore nipple.
With the stillness of the night, my pussy was loudly smacking, while he sensually pumped in and out of me.
“Damn, baby. This pussy is the fucking best. I swear to God,” he declared, before burying his face in the crook of my neck to passionately suck my skin.
I was trying my best to hold back, but the way that he was thrusting in and out me had my toes curling. Then he was going balls deep into me, stimulating my clit at the same time.
“Stop holding back,” he once again spoke in my ear. “I don’t care about nothing that happened outside of this room. Either way, this ismypussy. You know that. So, be a good bitch, and cum for me.”
He was now pounding into me, while his balls loudly slapped my ass.
“Cum!” He growled.
Reaching around, he maneuvered his hand between my thighs and slid a finger between my slit. Then as he was beating this pussy up, he fluttered that finger over my clitoris, and that did it for me.
“Ahhhhh!” I let out a high-pitched scream, while my body violently shook.
“Yeah, that’s what the fuck I’m talking about. Cum on this dick,” he urged, while never missing a stroke.
I felt like a sex-crazed maniac, as I found myself wildly kissing him, while he continuously fucked me. My pussy was soaked and not with just my own wetness. He’d busted in me,and kept right on drilling that dick into me. We both still clearly needed more, because we couldn’t stop, and I couldn’t even say when or how we’d fallen asleep with his dick still planted inside of me.
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