Page 34 of My Brother's Keeper
Jalen grabbed a condom out of his pants pocket and slid it on before he stood at the foot of the bed. He then leaned forward, cupped my thighs, and pulled me toward the edge. My ass hung off as my back rested on the bed. The room’s air wafted around my pussy. I lifted on my elbows to see Jalen gazing at my pussy. He leaned forward, inhaled, then pecked it, and my legs shook.
“I-I wha-wha-want tuh- ta-taste it.”
My head dropped back when his warm, wet tongue lapped around my clit. I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes. “Ah, Ja-Ja oo,” I stuttered.
His cuff got tighter, pulling me closer. Something was happening. His tongue went inside, and the tingling feeling came and went. I moved my hips trying to catch it because it felt that damn good. One of my hands eased on top of his head, pushing it to match my pace. “Mmm,I’ve never felt anything like this before,” I moaned.
Then he sucked on my clit, flicking at it. My mouth shot open, my breath left me, my legs trembled, my hips rocked faster, my eyes fluttered, and my stomach caved in. “I-I-I think I’m about to—”
I squeezed my thighs and exploded.“Ahhh!”I screamed.
When Jalen lifted his head, his mouth was wet. He winked before he licked his lips as if he was trying to savor every bitof the taste. I scooted back as he crawled on top of me slowly. Foreheads touching. “Sl-sss-slow,” he whispered.
He used his knee to pry my legs open as he grabbed my arms and placed them around his neck. His lips disappeared between his teeth and that’s when I felt pressure. “Ow,” I muttered.
He stopped. Then pushed his dick back in a little more.
“Ah!” I whined.
He didn’t stop this time, just moved slowly. My grip around his neck became tighter, and that last push, I felt it. “Oh my God!” I cried.
His soft eyes gazed at me. “Yo-y-y-y—”
I kissed him. “Slow down.”
He nodded. “Y-you okay?”
“Yes, keep going.”
He started off slowly, rolling his hips as my body shot up. It went from a mild pain to that tingling feeling I wanted to catch. We were in motion, and Jalen was moving his body like he was a dancer. “Mm,” I moaned.
“Got-gu-gu- god-da-da-da-damn!”
He gently sucked my neck as he moved so swiftly. “Jalen, that feels so good,” I whined.
With his constant motion, I had caught the tingling feeling. I wrapped my legs around his waist and matched his pace. “I think I’m cummin’,” I moaned in his ear.
“Cu-cu-cum bu-bu-baby.”
His stuttering soft voice sent me. I squeezed my legs around him tighter and let it go. “Ouuu!” I howled.
Jalen stroked me a few more times before his body jerked, shifted, then bucked. “Mmm, sha-sha-shit!” he grunted.
When we were done, he helped me from the bed. I turned to see blood and a big wet stain on the sheets, and I felt embarrassed. He cupped my chin, turning my head toward him.
I got you. I’ll clean it up. Don’t do that.
He pulled the sheets from the bed, rolling them up. I pointed toward the hall where the laundry room was. He walked off, and I heard the washer start. A smile eased on my face because the last thing I would have thought was me meeting a hood gentleman.
SYMPHONY
I didn’t know much about the other people in the Zoo, but I did know Braylon. After Mison left here, drunk as hell, the red flag that I had decided to overlook was a major problem. I was able to get the guy Mison had beaten some help. I was asked questions, but didn’t want to say who it was, so I lied and said I didn’t see anything. It wasn’t like the guy was going to remember because of the way Mison beat him, I’m sure he would have some memory loss.
I left my house after finding Braylon’s socials. I sent him a message to link up. Surprised that he actually agreed, I headed to the location he had given me. My mind was going a mile a minute, and I started to become worried about Mison. I didn’t know if he was safe or not. When my GPS said I had arrived, I pulled into the dark, almost empty parking lot, glancing over my shoulders, waiting for Braylon to pull up. However, I noticed the tinted door had cracked open. When his head popped out, I jumped out of the car and hurried inside. The black lights and smell of weed cascaded around me. He looked at me with a blank stare. “Follow me.”
I was on his heels as he led me toward the back and into another room. The studio space screamed expensive. I wasn’t surprised because he and I both come from a families with money. Braylon sat in the seat in front of me and pointed to the couch that was tucked off to the side. I nervously sat as I stared at him. He turned the chair in my direction. “You going to talk or stare?”
“Mison, he’s—”
