Page 44 of Shots Fired

We spend the next hour poring over the pictures and captions that were written about them. Gregory gave to many charities and was generous with his money. On the last page, there’s a photo of him and a woman. The note below it reads, “Constance and Greg, two kids having fun.”

They look happy, smiling, and holding hands. They may not have been meant to last forever, but the time they had together was meaningful.

“I will be forever grateful to these people, because without them, your father and I wouldn’t have you,” Mom says, her voice soft and shaky, as if she’s trying to hold back tears.

A short time later, my parents turn in for the night. Zeke does his normal ritual in locking down the apartment, then takes my hand and leads us to our bedroom.

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Zeke

It’s not like Jasmine and I have abstained from making love for the last month, but I have an addiction to my woman, and with or without her parents in the bedroom next door, I must have her. While Jasmine and her parents were laughing and telling stories throughout dinner, all I could think about is how lucky I am to have this bright shining light in my life.

I see bad shit happen every day. Men beating their wives, then blaming it on them. Drug dealers outside schoolyards. We get rid of one and another pops up. Crime exists, and although we do the best we can to keep our streets clean, some days it feels like we’re losing the battle.

To come home to an angel who makes the ugliness of the world disappear is a gift. Jasmine is my taste of sweetness. Her beauty flows inside, right to her soul.

I lead her through the bedroom into the bathroom and turn on the shower.

“What—” Jasmine begins to ask.

I put my finger on her lips and whisper, “Shh, quiet, baby.” I lift off her sweater. Her auburn hair floats up and around her face in disarray. Her emerald eyes open wide, and a little gasp escapes her pouty pink lips.

I nearly tear my shirt off to hurry this along and throw my jeans aside. Jasmine follows my lead and shimmies out of her pants. The seductress doesn’t realize how sexy she is, which is more of a turn-on. I take a long minute to gaze upon her flawless body. Her perky breasts and her soft pink nipples, her small waist that accentuates her hips, and her silky legs, down to the tips of her carefully painted toes.

I step into the shower, feeling the heat of the water raining down over me. She takes my hand and steps inside, her face turned up, water flowing over her eyes and cheeks, plastering her wet hair to her scalp, my perfect mermaid.

Her nipples graze my hard chest. My hands on her hips, I drop my eyes to her mouth. “I need to kiss you.”

“Then kiss me.”

And I do. I can’t get enough of her. Her lips taste like the chocolate from her truffle dessert, rich and delicious. I feel the warmth flood through my body as I deepen our kiss and back her against the tiled wall. Jasmine kisses me back, her tongue darting out and licking the seam of my lips. The warmth turns into fire, and I lift her so that her legs wrap around my waist.

I kiss her passionately, one hand fisted in her hair, holding her head steady for me to deepen our kiss. The other hand moves along her silken skin, down her back, around her ass and thighs. Her body feels so good. I let out a groan of need.

“I need you,” she whispers, her lips moving to my ear and nipping my lobe. A shudder of excitement runs through me. My cock slides through her wet slit, hitting her clit. She throws her head back against the wall, her mouth open with a moan, her hips shifting, urging her body closer, creating the friction she needs to get off.

I take her mouth again, biting her lower lip. She gasps.

“Baby, please.”

“You want my cock?” I kiss her throat.

“Yeah.” Her voice is breathy.

“So much.”

“Show me,” I command.

Jasmine pulls me down, locking her lips to mine, our tongues dueling, our desire out of control. I line my cock to her entrance and fill her completely. She lets out a loud moan.

“You gotta be quiet, baby.”

“More,” she begs. I give her what she needs because it’s what I need too. I pound inside her hot, wet pussy, hard and fast. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chants.

I can’t seem to control myself when I’m with Jasmine. I love hearing her moan for me, cry out my name, and come all over my cock. It’s become an obsession.

She gets louder with each thrust.

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