Page 10 of Heart of a Savage
My house was not the homeless shelter. Jalea was lucky her ass had my seed, or her ho ass would be in the same struggle boat as her sister. As much as I didn’t give a fuck about Malea’s situation, I knew Jalea was going to go behind my back and call my moms. I didn’t care if she did, but I also didn’t have the patience to sit through Ashlyn’s scolding and lectures about showing humility and giving grace to people who were undeserving in my eyes.
Fuck my life!
The timeon the clock read 1:39 a.m.
The sound of locks disengaging caused me to put my phone away, cross my legs over the dinner table, and lean back in the chair. The person walking down the hall whistled as I waited nakedly and patiently for him to notice me. When he went to turn up the lights, I stopped him.
“Leave them low,” I said as he paused his whistling and steps.
Marcus’s eyes shifted to me, and he smirked.
I stood from the table in nothing but my heels and his tie and walked over to him. Like a magnet, our lips locked, and I began to undress him. Demarcus was an accountant at Jones & Golden’s Law Firm. I met him one night when he came into my club. While he shared things with me about his upbringing, Ioffered nothing but a place for us to have sex. I cared nothing about his life story, and I told him that when he tried to have me open up about my past. I told him to cut out all the sappy shit. This was strictly sex with no strings attached. I would give him what he wanted, and in return, he’d give me what I needed. He seemed to be okay with it, so he had been my sneaky link for over seven months now.
“You’re late,” I told him, pulling away and undoing the belt on his slacks.
“I had a few drinks with my brother after work. I’m glad to see you, though.”
“Mmhm,” I mumbled, sucking his neck.
He lifted me and set me on the table as he pulled one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned and allowed my head to fall back while his fingers trailed along my wet center.
“Damn, Kali… your pussy stays wet,” he groaned, pushing me back as he pulled up a seat.
I felt kind of bad for giving him a false name, but the less he knew about me, the better. I told him there would be no falling in love, but sometimes I think he forgot the memo. The only reason I kept him around was because he was fine and had great sex. He was the perfect man for the right woman, but too bad that woman wasn’t me.
He trailed kisses down my stomach and then dove into my oasis. Licking, sucking, and swirling that perfect tongue inside of me, he was making my head spin and my hips swirl.
“Yesss, baby. Just like that,” I moaned, grabbing his head and riding his tongue. “Shit, baby. Eat that shit up.”
“Mmm, you taste so fucking good.”
My hips rocked, and the table moved in sync. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I released all over his face.
“Fuck! Whew!” I exclaimed, lifting and sliding down onto the floor. Marcus’s slacks were already at his ankles as I pulled at hisbriefs to release him. I took him into my mouth, slurping slowly. He released a heavy grunt and gripped my ponytail, making me go faster and suck harder. Before he could climax, I lifted and slid right on his dick.
“Ah fuck, Kali. You ’bout to make me nut already.”
“You better hold that shit. If you cum, you won’t see me for a month.”
“Bullshit.” He chuckled lightly as he gripped my hips and slowed me down. “Slow down, mama. We got time.”
We don’t, though.
I never stayed past a nut, so his expectations were dead ends. I hated to do him like that, but I didn’t know what he expected from me. This talk he was talking was new to me. I didn’t like it. I wasn’t looking for attachments, and he knew that. Yet, I believed he was holding out hope that he could get me to fall.
Not happening.
It was time for me to go because his mouth was reckless. I bounced on his dick until we both climaxed. I kissed him roughly as he stood with me in his arms, heading toward the back, I’m sure to start the shower. As we entered the bathroom, I kissed along his jawline while he turned on the water.
“I missed you,” he said, smiling at me.
“What did I tell you about that?”
“Damn, a nigga can’t miss a friend? It doesn’t cost shit to be missed, Kali.”
“You don’t miss me; you miss this pussy,” I told him, softly biting his cute, slender nose.
He chuckled, placing me on my feet to grab towels and washcloths. “I always miss that, but I also miss your presence. It’s like I only see you when you’re horny. Although I don’t mind breaking your freaky ass off, I would still like to see you in the daytime.”
