Page 47 of The Prodigy

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Jakari

Somuchblood.

My mother screaming.

I freeze where I stand, paralyzed with fear. I don’t wanna step in my daddy’s blood, but my mother is yelling at me. I want to shut down, to cover my eyes and ears and shut out this hostile, chaotic scene. But I have a responsibility. I know why I’m here. Still, it terrifies me.

I step forward and realize there’s someone else in the room…

I sat straight up, gasping for air. I must have jostled Malika because she turned over to look at me. Her eyes looked like two little pools of water in the moonlight.

“My bad,” I said, embarrassed.

“Are you okay?” Her voice was hoarse from sleep.

“I’m fine,” I barked back. Sighing, I turned slightly to face her. “Just…a fucking nightmare. Fuck!”

“O…kay. Everybody has them, Jakari.”

“Not like this.”

She sat up slowly, like she wasn’t sure if she should. Her hand went to my bare back and rubbed softly, up, down. My head dropped as my muscles relaxed into jelly. It felt good, and it was a good distraction from the horror story in my dreams.

“You wanna talk about it?”

I shook my head, but my mouth opened anyway, and out it came.

“My father…when he got shot…” I trailed off, squeezing my eyes shut. “I saw him. I was there, and…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Fuck it.” I twisted away from her touch. I don’t know why I did it, but it didn’t seem to faze her. She scooted over and put her hand right back in its place. My body stilled, but I was tense, and she must have felt it because she maneuvered herself behind me and put the other hand on my back.

“Jakari.”

“What?”

“You want me to get you something from the kitchen? Some water or something?”

“Nah.”

I couldn’t tell her what I really wanted. Andneeded. She wasn’t ready for that.

But when she wrapped both arms around my neck and pulled me into her, I wondered if that had changed. Her hands on my chest and her soft lips on my cheek said maybe. Her hand turning my face toward her, and her tongue in my mouth, said probably.

It felt so good.

I pivoted my body and had her on her back in seconds. I waited for her to press the stop button on it, but she didn’t. She pulled me closer, and I let her until I was laying on top of her.

Her t-shirt was thin. Her panties were even thinner. My dick pulsed as I thought about the fact that only a single flimsy layer of cotton separated me from the pleasure I was longing for. Her body was warm and soft. I wondered if her pussy was wet.

Most definitely.

I had that effect on women.

But none of that mattered if she wasn’t ready. I was opening my mouth to ask her, and make sure, when she wrapped her legs around my waist.

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