Page 84 of The Prodigy

Her rolling eyes and curled lip told me that was true, but what she said was, “I don’t know her to say one way or the other.”

“Maybe you could get to know her.”

“Maybe. But you definitely should. Have Joe look into her background. Just to make sure.”

“Of what? Ain’t like she the one that sent a goon at my head. Why would I—”

“Just trust your mama. For peace of mind. And maybe don’t play house with her just yet. You don’t wanna be stuck with somebody you don’t know anything about. Right?”

“I hear you.”

It made sense. Me moving with Malika wasn’t decided with a clear head. I was drunk off her pussy and not thinking straight.

“You right, Mama. I’ll hold off.”

She smiled. “And that’s why you’re the king.”

Malika was in the shower when I got back to my room. That was cool, because it gave me time to think.

I took off my shirt and tossed it onto my dresser. There was so much shit on my plate right now, but the most pressing issue was getting the police off our back. We had a couple on the payroll, but that shit don’t mean shit if the bosses wanna crack down. The last thing I needed was for the police to go sniffing around Windermere establishments.

Malika walked in wearing nothing but a pink towel. She closed the door behind her and flashed a smile.

“You okay?” she said. “You look like you have a lot on your mind.”

“I do. But it ain’t nothing your pussy can’t cure.”

Her smile fell as her eyes dropped to my bare chest.

“You like what you see, Malika?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

“Yeah, me too. Drop that shit.”

She dropped her towel and stood there, naked and wet, while my eyes studied her flesh. Every curve, every dimple, every tiger stripe, every spot…my dick swelled slowly as I stared at my wife.

Wife.

That shit was still wild to me, but also, kinda sexy. To think that this woman in front of me was mine, and I was hers, and that in the eyes of the law and the Lord, we were one.

That shit is deep.

My eyes settled on that pretty little space between her hips. She wasn’t bare, but she trimmed it close. I loved the low patch of black hair there, and the little peekaboo thing her clit was doing from between her lips. My mouth watered at the thought of sucking on it.

“I know I owe you one,” I said, my voice low.

She smiled. “Just one?”

“Aight, don’t get yourself in trouble.”

“Have you ever considered that maybeI’mthe trouble?”

My dick jumped at those words. I was feeling the way she held her own with me.

“We’ll see,” I warned. “Come ride my face. I wanna feel the first one on my tongue.”

I laid back on the bed and waited. I loved the feeling of her slowly crawling up my body until she got to my face. She looked down at me and smiled, but that smile fell off quick when I sucked her clit into my mouth. She gasped and jerked upward, but I grabbed her and held her tight, forcing her to come closer.

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