Page 74 of The Prodigy

My wife had some bomb ass pussy.

What a delightful surprise.

And I ain’t the kinda nigga who wouldeveruse the word delightful.

Malika collapsed onto my chest. We both panted for a while. I don’t know about her, but I didn’t know what to say. I mean, I’d been wanting to fuck, and I was damn sure glad I did, but what now? Like, were we for real married? Had anything changed? I didn’t know, and I couldn’t believe I was even worried about shit like that.

“I’ma sleep good tonight.”

She chuckled. “Me too.”

Right at that moment, post-nut clarity hit me like a freight train.

“Please tell me you’re on birth control.”

She breathed in deep but she didn’t answer, which immediately sent me into panic mode.

“Malika?”

“I’m not, but it’s fine.”

“How is it fine?”

“I know when I’m ovulating, and I already did this month. My period is due any day now. We’re good.”

I waited for my blood pressure to go down, then I thought about my brother Nay’s three-by-two headass and realized it coulda been me. This time, at least. I ain’t never been caught up like this before with no other female, but I guess I just hadn’t experienced pussy this good.

Yeah. It really coulda been me.

“I really appreciate what you just did to me.”

She chuckled. “I enjoyed it, too. And just like my pussy is yours, your dick is mine.”

“Yeah. That’s how it works.”

“Yeah, which means you don’t fuck anybody else. I’m serious.”

“I haven’t.”

Why was I…? Since when did I answer to her?

Since now, apparently.

“Cool. We understand each other.” She turned over and sighed happily. “Good night, Jakari.”

“Good night.”

I didn’t know what the fuck just happened, but fuck it. I had the best sleep I had in years.

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