Page 22 of When Darkness Comes Knocking
“Gahdamn! Go crazy, baby.”
I made my ass clap, which made Fortune grip my waist. He pounded into me, delivering deadly, deep strokes.
“Oh damn! Damn!” I panted desperately. I could feel him in my stomach, especially in the position we were in.
My grip tightened on his ankles for balance. I went between twerking and clapping my ass cheeks. It was my secret combo. What I didn’t anticipate was his pussy play.
Fortune toyed with my clit, catching me off guard, and making me cum instantly. His fingers strummed my clit like a guitar. My juices continued to run down my leg. I was tired, but I kept going.
Fortune went harder until his own orgasm kick-started. I felt his body tense under mine. “Shit! I'm cummin’!”
I rode him harder and faster until his body gave out. His dick slid out, and I turned and collapsed on his chest. My eyes grew heavy as I stared at him.
Fortune's eyes grew heavy, and so did the weight around my waist. All I wanted was a little rest before I handled my after-care sex routine, but the sound of my own snores filled my ears.
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As I walked to my car, I rubbed the back of my neck. I was so tired. My fingers throbbed and feet ached. All I wanted was a warm bath and a glass of wine.
I worked longer hours during the summertime since I had a little more freedom in my schedule. Dropping the kids off at school and having to pick them up would often slow me down.
My parking lot was completely empty. Once my staff cleaned, they left about two hours ago. I had to stay behind to complete payroll. When it came to paying my staff, I made sure to never shortchange them or make them wait until the end of the day to get their checks.
All those deposits were scheduled and ready to be released in the morning. Tiredly, I pointed my key fob at my car. I froze mid step when my headlights flashed. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
My steps slightly faltered as I ran to my car and examined it. The word whore was spray-painted all over my car, the tires were completely flat, and key marks trailed along the doors. What in the entire fuck?
This had to have happened well after my team left because they would’ve run and told me. Something wasn’t right. I’d been in this neighborhood for a few years now and never endured anything like this before. And to call me a whore was crazy because I wasn’t sleeping around with any other men besides Fortune.
I whipped out my phone and snapped pictures of all the damage that had been done. Who? Why? I had no enemies. As I called the police, I pondered how I had no enemies.
The moment that idea surfaced, I had an inkling of who it was.Myron. He was the only likely suspect. We beefed harder than two all beef patties.
I rattled off all the information they needed and hung up. A glass bottle rolled on the ground. It had that distinct sound.
My head snapped to the end of the parking lot. Fear gripped me, but it didn’t paralyze me. At the end of the lot stood a tall figure, dressed in all black and hidden from the oversized hoodie he wore.
His hands were hidden from the black gloves he wore. I couldn’t make out if it was Myron or someone else. The best thing to do was head back inside.
My gun was holstered on my side. I’d blow that bitch if that nigga jumped at me. Right now, I had to remain calm and get myself to safety.
Stoically, I took backwards steps to my salon. He crept forward. I stopped. He stopped. What the fuck did this nutcase want?
I started to walk backwards again when that maniac ran at me in full speed. Shit! I dropped my bags and pulled my gun out. Without a second thought, I fired at him.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
“Argh!” he yelled and gripped his arm. However, that maniac continued to pursue me.
That nigga was out here like Jason and Michael Myers. He needed to be stopped. I exhaled and aimed at his leg.
Pop!
My bullet pierced his thigh. He stopped and fell to his knees.Yes!I cheered internally.
I grabbed my bags, removed my keys, and instantly entered my salon. My fingers raced over my security pad and secured my sanity. I dropped my belongings and called Fortune.
He answered on the first ring. I ran down what happened. The sound of him shuffling around then hauling ass into his truck could be heard on my end.
