Page 30 of The Prodigy 2: Rise of a Queen

“Nah. I can get some. You smoke?”

“No. I’m about to start now, though.”

He pulled his phone from his back pocket. “You want me to get some? I can make a call right now.”

“I don’t know.” My shoulders slumped. “I don’t know what I want.”

He shook his head. “All I can say is I’m sorry. You probably don’t wanna hear that, but that’s all I got.”

“I know.”

“I would have never—”

“Jakari. I know. I don’t blame you.” I stared at the wall, not wanting to look at him. “I’m trying not to.”

We wallowed in silence for a while, me on the bed, him in the doorway. There wasn’t anything to say, really. We were just two people in a fucked up situation that neither one of us created.

“I do want you to get me some weed,” I finally said.

He nodded and started typing on his phone.

“But first, I want you to eat me out.”

His fingers froze as his eyes met mine. “Stop playin’, Malika.”

“I’m not.”

“You ain’t talked to me in three days and now you want me to eat your pussy? Sound like you playin’ to me.”

“I’m serious.” I yanked my towel loose and flung both ends to the side, spreading my legs wide as I said, “Take my mind off it. Please.”

He swallowed hard as his hungry eyes went straight to my center. “I feel like you not thinkin’ straight.”

“You’re absolutely right. I’m not. I don’t wanna think at all.”

His lips parted when I brought my hand to my pussy and caressed my clit with my fingers.

“Please,” I begged. “You’re supposed to give me what I want, remember? I just wanna lose my fucking mind right now. Ineedto.”

He moved toward me, shaking his head the whole way, mumbling, “You know I can’t tell you no.”

My eyes followed his movements, and it seemed like I felt each one thumping down below. “You tell me no all the time.”

He knelt in front of me and leaned in. “I ain’t never told you no.”

I was gonna challenge that, because I had some examples, but as soon as his hands gripped my thighs, my mind went blank and a whimper escaped me.

He dragged his nose across my clit, then flicked it lightly with his tongue. I moaned my way through the prelude, but once the show got underway, my husband had me shaking and whining and running until there was nowhere to go but to ecstasy.

Right when I was about to cum, he pulled away. I stared down in disbelief and frustration, feeling my orgasm slip away.

“Why’d you stop?”

He slid two fingers inside me. “Kiss me.”

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and then he proceeded to finger me, his tongue caressing mine to the rhythm of his fingers inside me. It felt so good, so erotic, so deliciously pleasurable, my body reached a climax before my brain realized what was happening.

I cried out as I clenched around his fingers. He moaned with me, and then I was empty and missing his touch. I opened my eyes to see what happened and saw him pulling his dick out of his sweatpants. Hard, thick, veiny, and ready to fuck me senseless.

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