Page 28 of The Prodigy

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Jakari

Kittorakissedmyneckwith those soft, sweet lips. I’d missed them. Her, too, I guess, but her lips were lethal. I relaxed into the couch cushions as she dotted me with kisses, letting my eyes close, feeling the tension slowly seep out of me.

“You missed me, huh?”

She ran her hands down my chest. “I did,” she whined. “You made me wait too long. I should throw your ass out of here and not let you come back.”

I grabbed a handful of her ass and smirked. “You wouldn’t do that, though. Then you wouldn’t get this dick.”

She moaned softly and pressed her lips against mine, instantly making me hard.

“That’s what you want, ain’t it?” I said against her lips.

She nodded.

“Nah, tell me.”

“I want that dick so bad.” Her hand trailed down my body until it was resting on my dick. “It’s ready for me.”

“It’s always ready for you.”

I was leaning up to stick my tongue in her mouth when my phone buzzed. I sat up, accidentally pushing her backwards, and had to catch her before she fell.

“My bad,” I said, distracted. “Lemme just check this real quick.”

“Uh uh.” She sank to her knees in front of me. “The only thing you need to worry about right now is nutting down my throat.”

I wasn’t about to argue about it. I let her suck me off, something she was a pro at. She gagged on my dick, slurping, sucking, moaning. After a few minutes, I gave her the nut she asked for. Shit was good, too. But it always was with her.

My phone buzzed again. This time, I grabbed my phone before Kittora could object. It was a text from one of McGrady’s men.

Some nigga been in her face all night. I don’t recognize him.

Frowning, I typed back.

She playing him off or is she into it?

Can’t tell from where I’m at. She keeps laughing though

Yeah, that shit wasn’t gonna work.

“Something wrong?”

I looked over at my kitty cat and shook my head. “Nah, I just gotta handle something.”

She pouted and flopped down on the couch beside me. I knew she was in brat mode now, and while that usually turned me on, I was too distracted to play along tonight.

“No,” she whined. “You’re not about to leave me wet and turned on. Bring your ass over here.”

I checked my watch. Nine-fifty.

“Raincheck. Alright?”

“You serious?” Her lips formed a pout. “You’re really leaving?”

“Yeah. You know I wouldn’t leave if I ain’t have to.”

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