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“Shut the hell up,” he said as he feverishly slurped and licked into my center and up to my forbidden hole. Once he had it slick with moisture, he inserted his thumb and began to stroke. He was trying to eat me whole. I let out a loud grunt when I felt his tongue pump into me and swirl around my opening. Then he replaced it with the fingers of his other hand while his tongue still went to work. When he sucked my clit into his mouth again, I came, squirting where he drank what he could as the rest ran down his beard and chin.

He stood me up, lifted and threw me to the center of the bed. In seconds, he was on top of me with my legs thrown over his shoulders. He pushed inside in one swift motion and began to punish my pussy.

“Did you think wrapping your beautiful mouth around me and trying to take my soul was going to save you? Unh Unh, Baby,” he said as he drove into me. His pumps were delicious, and I felt every vein and ridge in my tunnel that I’d felt in my mouth. He was putting me through the mattress with a smirk that told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

“I feel you squeezing me; put that shit to work, Baby. Give it the fuck to me now,” he moaned, hitting the spot that drove me wild. I squirted again. He dropped back down between my legs and sucked my sensitive clit back into his mouth. He was ruining me.

“Aaahhhhh shit!” I came again hard in only minutes, but he wasn’t done with me. I was flipped over and put on all fours as he swiftly dove back in.

“Stephon, what are you doing to me?” I asked through a heavy moan.

“Taming you,” he growled through fast, feverish pumps into my center. I felt delirious as my body willingly took everything he had to give because it felt so fucking good; he felt so fucking good.

“Are you going to do what you did tonight again?” He asked as his hand drew back and gave a hard smack to my ass. I didn’t answer, so he increased his tempo. He was hitting the spot he’d committed to memory and knew from every angle.

“I can’t fucking hear you, Baby. Are you going to do that shit again?” The smack that followed opened my floodgates as I squirted again, collapsing onto the bed. He flipped me over again and sank in.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I won't do it again. Mmmmhh.” He leaned down, covering my mouth and swallowing my moan, kissing me nastily. I could taste myself all over his tongue.

“I know, mmmh,” he cockily said.

“Shit, your pussy is so damn good. I can’t live without this shit, Baby. I need it, I need you. I need you to always be by my side until the day we die, and if we die, we’re doing that shit together, you hear me?” I felt him start to tremble on top of me.

“Yes, I hear you, mmmh.” When he finally came, so did I, allowing him to take everything I had.

CHAPTER 25

Stephon

My eyes popped open in the darkness. When they focused, I glanced at the clock to see that it was approaching three a.m.

Something isn’t right.

My eyes scanned the room, trying to pinpoint if something was off or if someone was inside. After being sure there wasn’t, I began listening to the sounds around me. The thermostat kicked on the heat, and Jourdan, lying on my chest, began to stir. I was certain that the noise and the sudden shift in my heartbeat and breathing had woken her.

“Stephon, what’s wrong?” She rushed out.

“Shhhhh.”

“We’re not doing this shit again; tell me what’s going on,” she said as she started to sit up. I gripped her tighter to my chest, stopping her movement. I listened again. There shouldn’t have been anyone on this floor, but I heard the slight sound of footsteps.

No one should be working at this hour.

“Stephon, what the….” Jourdan started to speak, but I pushed her to the floor just as the door was kicked open. The light that filtered in temporarily blinded me. I reached behind me under the pillow and took out my gun that I’d attached a silencer to before going to bed, letting off a shot that went straight through the head of the man who kicked our door in. I flipped over the bed, crouching beside Jourdan as we waited to see if he was alone. As another man entered the door, my eyes and ears perked up in the darkness. His fate was the same as the first. I rounded the bed to make my way to the door, placing my back on the wall beside the frame.

An armed man reached inside with his gun pointed; he was scared to enter fully. I pulled him in by the wrist, flexing it until it broke, and he dropped the gun to the floor. When I had his body inside, I put him in a headlock, squeezing until I heard his neck snap. He fell at my feet along with the other two men. I let another bullet go to make sure he was dead.

“Jourdan, you good, Baby?” I asked. She popped up from behind the bed and aimed her gun straight at me.

What the fuck?

My face balled up, and I put my hands up in confusion. Then she squeezed the trigger. The bullet whizzed past me, dropping the last man who stood behind me with the chamber pointed at my head.

“Stephon, did you think I was about to shoot you?” I was embarrassed to answer, but I didso truthfully.

“Hell yeah. I mean for a lil’ second. Your ass has a few screws loose, Baby. I didn’t know what the hell was about to happen. Let’s talk about this shit later. We need to get the fuck out of here. Get all our shit. I’m about to start wiping everything down. We need to be out in ten minutes.” I peeped out the door, making sure there was no one else. I dragged both men’s bodies inside the door, closing it while we did a partial clean-up of prints and hair. I would have to call my guys here to come in and do the rest. I probably should have had them watching Miller all along. However, this was a personal situation that I didn’t trust anyone to handle, only us.

“You really thought that I was going to shoot you? I thought you said you trusted me,” Jourdan asked teasingly as we cruised down the streets of my old neighborhood. We were in Brooklyn, headed to my mother’s old brownstone. It was the only safe space I knew of until we could get some rest and head home.

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