Page 117 of Falling Into Gravity

In a trance, Aku nodded, her head falling back when his dick pushed inside of her. “Malik,” she hissed.

“Nah, don’t whisper my name…sing that shit with Aretha,” Malik grunted, diving deeper into her while looking in her eyes. “I’ll kill ‘bout this pussy…you know that?”

“Yes! Ooohh,” Aku’s body started shaking.

He gripped her hips, giving her good, fast and deep strokes. “That nigga know?”

Sucking her lip into her mouth, Aku nodded. “Ba—ba—bay,” she stuttered. “I’m coming…oh, shit!”

“Scream my name or you ain’t coming,” Malik pulled back, his wet dick in his hands.

Aku glared at him, face balled up. “Stop playing,” her hips twirled. “Malik,” she smirked, trying to pull him back in.

“On the gang…or I’m putting this shit back in my pants.”

“Malik!” Aku yelled, falling over to laugh. Her laugh got caught in her throat when he pumped back into her. “Kiss me.”

Always in her trance, Malik locked his lips with hers, lifting her off the counter and fucking her mid-air. He caught every moan, swallowed every declaration of how she belonged to him. Then, he let loose.

“I love you, Aku,” Malik said, staring in her eyes. “And I know you mine… just need that nigga to know too.” He placed her shaking legs on the floor. “Get cleaned up.” He tapped her ass, going to the sink to do the same.

And she did.

When they came out fifteen minutes later, her hair was slightly frizzed, her lip gloss was gone, and there were fresh hickeys blossoming like bruised stars on her throat. Her eyes were glassy, her smile unbothered.

Devin looked up from his phone, clocked the shift in her energy—and the glint in Malik’s eye—and said nothing. “You wild as fuck.”

“You still trying to get styled or what?” Malik asked, not about to let Devin or any other man think they could go back and forth with Aku. As a man, if Devin wanted to talk, Malik was down.

Niah gulped, her eyes bouncing between them.

Aku glared at Malik. She wasn’t going to correct him in public, but had a lot to tell him in private.

“Aight,” Malik held his hands up. “I’m just gonna stay over here…do your thing, baby.”

Because some losses didn’t need words.

Aku sat back down, legs crossed, expression smug. “Let’s finish this fitting, shall we?” she said. “We got a look to lock in.” Her body shook, just thinking about the orgasms Malik gave her a few minutes ago.

Malik leaned against the wall like he had all the time in the world. He never even looked at Devin again.

He didn’t have to, ‘cause he was all over Aku—even from a distance.

The sky had been threatening rain since Malik made Aku’s pussy rain, but the clouds never followed through.

Aku sat on the floor in the living room, in her condo. She was laughing at something on her phone, legs crossed, his shirt drowning her frame.

Malik stood at the sliding glass door behind her, holding something small in his palm. He was nervous. More nervous than he wanted to admit, even to himself. He’d been planning to give it to her earlier, but when he saw her laughing like that—unguarded and soft—he didn’t wanna interrupt. Just watched, arms folded, feeling like he was watching the sun rise and set at the same time.

“Why you starin’ like that?” she asked, without looking up. “You got something to say or you just gon’ stand there breathing heavy like a weirdo?”

He smirked. “Got somethin’ for you.”

She finally looked up, brow arched. “For me?”

“Don’t say it like I ain’t got taste.”

“Boy, every time I’ve seen you, you had on that same damn white tee,” she teased, smiling anyway.

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