I felt his tip at my entrance and sucked in a deep breath. My walls clenched as I looked back at him, giving him a lazy grin. He leaned forward, brushing my hair from my back to one side, so he could see my arch. He deeply inhaled before pushing inside me slowly and gently. He pulled back, and my head turned to look at him. The look in his eyes was so tender that my chest ached. This was love. Our definition of lovemaking, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Fuck, Calliope.”
He eased all the way in and stood there.
No movement. I felt him thumping inside me. He gripped my thick ass cheeks, controlling the rhythm.
“Throw that ass back, Klarity.” He moaned, leaning over in my ear.
Calliope’s tongue went up and down my spine, all the way to the base of my neck. My body shivered as the breeze from his breathing tickled my skin. This felt different. My stomach churned, but I brushed off the feeling. I loved this man with every fiber of my being, but something was nagging at my insides. Calliope’s warm hand slid up my back and around to my nipples. He pinched each nipple, and my arms became weak.
“Mmmmmm.” I moaned and threw my ass in a slow circle to meet his thrusts.
“You gon’ make me bust, Klarity, with that slow circle shit.”
One of his hands reached between my legs and circled my clit. My hips bucked against him, and the strokes moved faster. I knew he was about to bust, and so was I.
“Come with me, Klarity,” he said, and that was all I needed to hear to make my walls contract around him.
I milked him for everything he had. My clit tingled and splashed waterfalls just as he started to move faster until thecondom filled with his nut. He towered over me, wrapping one arm around my neck and the other around my waist, flipping us over. He landed on his back with my back against his front. I lay flat against him with his dick still inside me. I felt his dick get soft and sticky. I knew he wouldn’t like that, so I tried to get out of his grasp, but he held me hostage.
“Nah, just lay here with me for a minute. I need this body to body.”
I was surprised because he didn’t like that shit. Usually, after the sex, I got up to clean up before he started to complain about our sweat mixing and rubbing against each other's skin. He hated that, but this time was different. I lay there, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking for a few minutes, but I knew he had to go. This time, when I got up, he let me, and I went to the bathroom to clean myself of the sticky substance that had my middle wet.
My essence ran down my thighs as I got a towel and lathered it with soap. I cleaned myself before grabbing another towel, repeating the same routine, and walking out of the bathroom. I made my way to the bed, where he still lay on his back with that condom stuck to his dick. I knew he wouldn’t touch it because he didn’t have gloves on.
I crawled between his legs, sliding the condom off and throwing it in the trash. Kneeling on the bed, I held his semi-hard dick in my hands and used the warm, soapy towel to clean him off. I made sure he was squeaky clean before I went to throw the towel in the hamper.
“Take those gloves off and come here,” he told me, and I climbed up his body.
I was hesitant to touch his face because I knew how he was. He grabbed my hand and put it to his cheek. I started to caress it.
“You deserve that right and so much more. Thank you for loving me when I thought no one else would.” He pecked my lips, but I sucked his.
“Now you gotta get up, so I can get my day started. I gotta get in the shower again.” He chuckled as I removed my body from his.
I knew what that meant. He wanted to shower alone, and I was okay with that. I went to the other shower so he could have his alone time and get his thoughts together to prepare himself for what he had to do today. We went our separate ways with different thoughts, but my mind was on his declaration of being in love with me. It gave me butterflies, but scared me at the same time.
Calliope was the type of man who let his actions show what his words couldn’t say. He was a quiet man. It scared me because he was using his voice even while we made love, which was a first. Calliope thought he could conquer the world, and I knew he could, but he wasn’t invincible. I said a silent prayer that he would make it back home to me in one piece.
After our separate showers, we got dressed again and headed out the door to see what was popping in the city. This time, with smiles and a sense of comfort plastered on our faces.
Chapter 3
Hellcat Black
Calliope was gon’ be mad at me because I was going to be late. For once, it wasn’t because I was knee deep in some pussy or letting a female top me off. Melph's dumb ass called me at the last minute because some nigga hadn’t paid his dues in two months, and the nigga was reaching because we didn’t do late payments. Even though I despised my father, I was the one he called to get my hands dirty.
Melph was testing me to see if I could be level-headed in certain situations. I hope I passed because I knew my father had some shit up his sleeve. I could usually pinpoint what it was, but he was hard to read sometimes. Calliope was a silent killer who took shit too far. He prolonged shit and made people suffer, but not me. I was in and out like a thief in the night. I ain’t have time for the pleasantries. Once they saw me, they knew I was about to zip they ass like a zipper on a dress.
Melph and I always bumped heads, but the nigga made sure I was educated. We all knew this shit that we had going wouldn’t last forever. The underground gambling, money laundering, and all the other shit he was into wouldn’t last forever, and he wanted something for us to fall back on. With this shit came a lotof casualties. Niggas thought they could play with us, but then came up missing, and well, y’all know the rest.
Athena told me that she knew from the womb I was going to be a menace because I damn near walked out of the pussy. The doctor didn’t even have time to give her that shit that they put in yo’ back because my foot was already hanging out. I was breach and stubborn. She said they tried everything in their power to turn my ass around, but I wasn’t budging. Hence, the reason she named me Hellcat. She knew I would be hell on wheels. I live up to my shit, too.
While Athena always thought I was just her special child who needed extra love, Melph thought I was pure evil. Everything I did, even the shit for the family, he always said I had ill intent behind it. I should have been born to the fucking devil, but Athena always defended me.
I’d graduated from high school and was about to go out with my brother. As I got dressed, I noticed Melph standing at my room door. I ignored him and continued to get dressed.