Page 89 of Intentional Foul
A harder smack touched my skin and cum leaked between my thighs.
“Were you leaving?”
I shook my head, placing my forehead on the table.
“I can put the bag in the trash, right?” he said.
“Yesss,” I lied.
He positioned himself at my opening. The fresh, raw sensation of his dick moved forward and backward against my swollen clit. I moaned roughly as he invaded the pussy he claimed. Malcolm pounded me with a vicious but pleasurable motion, and I fought my body’s demand to explode. The sound of flesh meeting and him slapping my ass was what I’d been craving all day. I wanted to sink into this table as he moved deeper inside me.
“I fucking missed you,” I moaned.
“You couldn’t have; you left the arena,” he said and pulled me back on his dick.
I wanted to plead my case, but I couldn’t formulate words.
“Mmmm. This misses me,” he said in a moan.
Once his hands gripped my hair, I smiled. My head left the table controlled by him as his pounding and hair pulling worked in perfect sync.
“Please, don’t fucking stop,” I begged.
We were approaching the finish line and a scream exited my mouth. He released my hair and returned my body to the table, leaning his large body over me.
“Jhae Shaw-Jefferies, we are telling my mother tomorrow night,” Malcolm whispered, and my heart shook in fear. “Pops told me you had a panic attack. I’m over it, Jhae. We need to tell her so you can regain control over your life,” he said with our foreheads touching.
I shook my head in agreement before he lifted me in the air.
Malcolm
The chef I hired laid out a nice spread for the family dinner. We had both steak and chicken, a variety of steamed vegetables and sides to choose from. After eating and laughing, hopefully everyone would be too full to argue. Marquise stood in the kitchen next to me, brushing his waves with his hand.
“Early predictions?” he asked.
“Mom is going to lose her shit. It will be an uphill battle,” I said with folded arms.
“Has Jhae come out of the studio?” Marquise asked.
I peered over at him and shook my head no. She’s been holed up in the room for two hours. Jhae thought I was joking when I said we were having a family dinner, then Chef Bernard showed up and she booked it to the studio.
“How are you going to get her out?” Marquise questioned.
“She will come out.” I said, and he shrugged.
“Oh, and for the last time, stop unblocking your bio mom. I cursed her ass out. You know I don’t care about her gold-digging ass,” Marquise said.
I turned to him as we faced off. “Stop unlocking my phone and blocking her,” I said, and he smirked. When I didn’t hear from Toni for a week, I checked my settings to find her on my blocked list. Marquise was the only person who hated our bio mom. Jhae never picked up my phone, leaving him the only person who could have done it.
My phone vibrating interrupted the heated conversation between me and my brother. Reaching in my pocket, I retrieved my phone to view the text message.
Pops
Parked. Let’s get through the hard part.
Me
Thank you.
