Page 78 of Just Listen
“I see you on your bullshit,” he mentioned, sounding reserved. “But I know that you don’t do bullshit like I do bullshit. So, I’ma spare you, this time.” He rubbed his neck, before examining the blood that was now on his hand.
“Nigga, fuck you!” I lashed, while mushing his head.
“Alright.” He nodded, before standing to face me.
“Alright, what? You aint gon do shit—”
I was caught off guard, as he pounced on me, snatching the knife out of my hand, before I could react. Wasting no time, he tossed the knife into the sink, before snatching me up.
“Get cho bitch ass off me,” I gritted, while clucking him over the head.
Once again, he took me by surprise, as he grabbed my thighs, lifting me off my feet. I fought against him, as he carried me over to the opposite end of the sectional, and dropped me on my back.
I was still swinging, as he managed to grip my boy shorts, and peel them off my ass.
“Move!” I shoved his head back, as he was now between my thighs.
He stared at me, willing me to dial it back. “Jaylah, chill out.”
Inhaling, I allowed my back to rest on the couch, and seconds later, I could feel his tongue darting over my clit. I don’t know what type of black magic that nigga was dabbling in, but I swear that my soul left my body, as his tongue flicked at an unnatural pace.
I could hear the sound of my own juices, as he licked my pussy. With aggression, I gripped his dreads, while he was attempting to devour all the animosity out of me. Soon after, my back was arched, as my body intensely quaked. And right then, all that fight and resistance left my body.
***
“Can you get dressed for me?”
I rolled my naked body over in bed to face Malice. He’d just come out of the bathroom from taking a piss. Right before that, he was buried deep inside of me.
It had been three days since I’d pulled that knife on him, and he never did get out like I’d demanded. That also meant that he was a no-show for that talk Paisley wanted to have. And now, she'd been blowing his line up, and I was much too volatile for him to answer.
In my heart, I knew that I needed to give them the space to figure things out, but the selfish me was tired of doing the right thing. That was why I’d kept my distance from jump. I naturally had a takeover spirit, and wanted everything my way. So, I knew that I would never just settle for mere fragments of Khamere. I wanted it all. But perhaps he wasn’t available to that capacity, because he still loved her, and if that was the case…it would soon reveal itself, because he was about to be put to the test. And didn’t even know it.
“For what?” I questioned. It was nearly seven o'clock in the evening and he hadn’t mentioned any plans beforehand.
He stared at me. “Can you just do what I asked you?”
“Okay.” I sat up. “Do I need to get Khari dressed?”
“Nah. She’s staying here with Ms. Shelia. And you aint gotta put on nothing too fancy. We just riding.”
“Oh. Okay,” I responded, before scooting out of bed.
I headed to the bathroom and he was right behind me. Together, we hopped in the shower, and washed the sex away. Naturally, after that, we brushed our teeth, I did my skin care routine, before sprucing up my hair, while wearing it down in its naturally curly state.
Since he told me that I didn’t have to do too much, I threw on a simple Alo cropped sleeveless top with the matching biker shorts, along with a Gucci scarf as a headband, with the matching sneakers and cross-body. Meanwhile, that nigga had thrown on a Gucci tracksuit, which was kinda doing the most, if you asked me. But I had to admit that a man had never worn Gucci better.
I had peeped early on that Malice was the type to dress fly daily. He honestly didn’t have super laid-back attire and I wasn’t mad at that. Because I definitely appreciated a man who could keep up with my level of drip.
Nevertheless, once we were dressed, I felt cute, so I stopped and snapped some photos in my full-length mirror. Turning to the side, I captured that side profile, because that ass was amazing. Now, what I wasn’t expecting was for Malice to step in the frame and pose with me.
Deciding to make a video, I playfully bent over, perching my ass against his crotch, and he vulgarly gripped my hips, while hunching me.
“Stop,” I broke out into a fit of giggles, while standing upright.
“Stop,” he mimicked, while wrapping his arms around me.
I saw the lustful glint in his eyes, before he nastily tounged me down.
