Page 17 of Juke
I pulled her onto my lap and let my hands grip her bare ass that was barely covered under her shirt. I kissed her lips, and she moaned soft when I bit her neck, rolling her hips against me.
“Take that shit off,” I demanded. I was tired of talking about that nigga.
Doing as she was told, she tossed the shirt to the side. When she was done, I stood and turned her around, pushing her over the back of the couch.
“Tell me who this pussy belong to.”
“You… Cardell—fuck!”
I pushed in deep with no warning. She gasped loudly as I invaded her slick walls.
“That’s what I thought.”
Her moans turned into cries real quick. I gripped her hips, pounding her from behind. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “You like the way I fuck you, huh?”
“Yes… fuck… Cardell… yes!” She cried out.
“Say my name again.”
“Cardell… shit!”
“Louder.”
“Cardell! Fuck… please,” she begged.
I flipped her over right before I grabbed her throat and slid back in.
“Take this shit,” I groaned.
“I’m trying… fuck. You feel so good, daddy.”
“Good-fuckin-girl.” I smirked and gave her what she begged for. Deep, aggressive strokes, slamming my hips into hers like I had a point to prove. Our bodies were drenched in sweat, and her screams filled the room.
“Fuuuck!” I grunted through my release.
We lay there breathing heavy, trying to get our breathing under control. Her body stretched across the couch like I’d wrecked her whole soul. While she lay there quietly, I went to get cleaned up and came back, pulling on my jeans while she rolled up.
“You staying?” She asked, not looking at me.
“Nah. I got some shit to move in the morning.”
“Just don’t get yourself killed, Cardell. I mean it,” she voiced right before she lit the blunt.
I grabbed the blunt, took a pull, then passed it back. “Ain’t no nigga killing me, Tina. They know fuckin’ better.”
She nodded, but her eyes said more. I grabbed my hoodie, kissed her cheek, and dipped. I had to get my mind right and be prepared for this war with Juke… in and out the ring.
5
Sophi
I had my bonnet on, and my robe wrapped tight with my phone on speaker while I sat Indian-style in the middle of my bed. The only thing I did this morning after Juke left was take a shower and get back in bed. I called the girls as soon as I got settled, and we all were on FaceTime while I told them the news that I had gotten last night.
“Rio has a parole hearing coming up,” I revealed, staring at the wall like it might give me peace.
“Wait… what?” Nic’s voice cracked through first. “Did he say when?”
“No,” I mumbled.
