Page 118 of The Prodigy

“Me neither. Maybe you bring it outta me.”

“Maybe.” She bent down to kiss me, and I moved my arms up to hold her to me. My left arm ached, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to get lost, and forget about all the bullshit and betrayal and treachery and just enjoy this one moment in my life that didn’t feel like hell on earth.

My daddy once told me that when you find a woman who feels like home, keep her andgiveher a home. That’s some shit I never felt with Kittora. The sex was crazy, but I knew off top we would never be anything else. It was like that in Atlanta, too. The women were bad as shit, but I didn’t connect with none of ‘em past a nut or two.

Malika, though? Okay, yeah, we started out on some fuck shit. Can’t deny that. But I don’t know…something about it felt right. And deep. Thinking back on it, I probably did see her a time or two in high school and just didn’t register it, but not because she wasn’t worthy. It was because I was looking for the wrong shit.

I thought a certain texture and length of hair meant something. Thought a fat ass and big titties meant something. Thought light eyes were top tier, and dressing fly and shining were good character traits. Had to be popular, too, because it made me look good to pull a popular bitch.

All that is cool, and it ain’t nothin’ wrong with it, but what did chasing after that shit get me? Not a damn thing. A good time, maybe. Props from other niggas. And sometimes, trouble.

Maybe I can chalk it up to being young, but whatever. What if I hadn’t came back here? I would have never met Malika. Sweet, honest, loyal, pretty, sexy Malika. Bitches like Kittora are fun, but you gotta keep your head on a swivel always. You can’t give ‘em no keys, no security codes…they’ll have another nigga kill you for the life insurance, and if you piss them off, they might just shoot your dick off. You can’t trust ‘em.

But I trusted Mal.

What did it all mean? Maybe nothing.

Maybe everything.

Maybe she was it for me.

Now wasn’t the time to decide, though. Not when she was riding me all slow and passionate to the point I couldn’t even remember my own fucking name. Kissing and biting on my neck. Moaning and licking my ear. Sucking on my bottom lip.

Yeah.

I didn’t really need anything else. At this moment, I had it all.

“You close? I can’t hold it much longer. Your pussy too good.”

She giggled. “Yeah. Play with my titties.”

Gladly.

She sat up and braced her hands on my chest. I reached up and palmed her titties—which were also getting plump—rolling her nipples between my fingers until they were stiff. Her head fell back. Her moans got louder. I felt myself getting close.

“Kariiiiiiii…” she whined. “I’m about to cum.”

“Yeah. I feel that shit.”

Her pussy got wetter, and her walls got tighter. My eyes rolled back as her movements came faster. “Fuck. I’m close. Can I cum inside you?”

“Yessss!”

I busted at the same time she did. That shit felt so good. It was intense. It took a few seconds for my hearing and vision to get back right.

After, we both dozed off.

I slept great. No nightmares. Just peace.

Thenextday,Malikagot busy setting up everything for our move. I told her to pick out whatever furniture she wanted. I wasn’t really pressed about interior decorating or whatever. Plus, Jaz was with her.

For the first time in a long time, I felt good. Like, excited. Hopeful for the future. I had some plans in motion for some moves we’d be making. The Windermeres were about to level the fuck up.

It wasn’t gonna be easy, though. We already had enemies, but we were about to make some more. And unfortunately, a few more people were gonna have to die.

It was time to tool up.

I was on the back patio smoking weed, zoning the fuck out, when my mama came outside with a bottle of Hennessey and two glasses.

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