Page 40 of Dr. Bell

Reluctantly, I said, “Of course…Coco.”

Satisfied, she grinned and turned her attention to the glass partition separating us from the grieving Mr. Webber.

Just three hours later, Antonias, Micah, and I were knee deep in trying to save three lives. The office was on lockdown while the entire staff pitched in to handle the critical patients.

Mr. Webber hadn’t taken his son’s death as well as it seemed. Revenge wasn’t beyond anyone, no matter what their walk of life was and no matter how quietly they’d lived their life.

As I left the same trauma room where I’d pronounced Mr. Weber’s son, I snatched my mask off and prepared to tell another family that their son was gone.

Today, four families suffered from the violence that plagued Pensacola’s streets.

AsIdescendedthestairs, my eyes traced the outline of Pretty’s body lying in bed beneath the covers. She wasn’t asleep. Rather lying on her side watching another episode of her favorite drama. I thought after the day we’d had she’d be fast asleep. Peeking over her shoulder, she caught a glimpse of me shirtless and freshly clean from a long ass shower. For too long, her eyes lingered. I moved to the couch, sat down, opened a jar of homemade moisturizer and began applying it all over my skin. Once I was done, I placed the jar aside, leaned back, got comfortable, and exhaled a deep breath.

Days like the one I had today used to be the only reason I wished to have a woman waiting at home. Having Pretty just feet away from me heightened my senses in a way that burned like hot lava through my blood cells. My nose flared as she switched positions to face me. Her eyes clung to my tattooed chest like she wanted to come over and place her hands on it. My dick jumped while thinking about having her hands on me in such a way. Our kisses were becoming more and more intense. I nearly bent her over the table this morning until duty called.

“‘Sup, baby?” I asked, snagging her attention, much like I’d done this morning. And just like this morning, she shook her head and said, “Nothing.”

My eyebrows slightly rose. “Nothing? Again?” Maybe the day had finally worn on her.

She bit her bottom lip and nodded. My senses were so heightened that I heard her heartbeat and the inhale and exhale of her quick breaths. I knew her nipples were hard and her clit even harder. My throat clogged with desire, and my dick felt the same way. Pretty’s eyes dipped to my lap.

“Careful, my baby…”

Her eyes snapped back to mine.

“Tell me what’s on ya mind,” I gently coaxed.

“Tell me what’s on yours,” she countered breathlessly. That low spoken shit fueled me to lowly growl.

“You wanna know what’s on my mind?”

She nodded.

Eyeballing the jar of moisturizer, I twisted the top off and sat it next to me. With my wife’s round, shocked eyes on me, I stuck two fingers into the jar, wishing it was her pussy I was sticking my fingers into. Reaching inside my joggers, I fisted my hard ass dick and exposed his length and fullness to a stunned Pretty. Bringing some of the concoction from the jar, I smoothed it around my tip and used my fist to generously smooth it out.

Focusing my eyes on Pretty, whose eyes were on my dick, I said, “I’m thinkin’ about how wet ya pussy is right now…”

Her legs shifted beneath the blanket, and her face flushed. My fist moved up and down my dick.

“I’m thinkin’ about how tight ya clit is…and how close you are to cummin’ all over my sheets.”

Her sharp inhale pleased me. Imagining her pussy wrapped around my dick had tingles dotting my skin. Her legs shifted again as if the friction of rubbing her thighs together wasbringing her closer. If it was my tongue, I would’ve had her floating by now. My fist moved quicker. Inside my chest, my heartbeat skyrocketed as I felt my nut rising. My breathing became choppy. This shit was almost over.

“Shit… I’m thinkin’ about suckin’ every fuckin’ drop from ya pussy,” I groaned. “I know that muhfucka tastes good as fuck.” My head fell back, and my eyes closed as I felt my shit close. “I’m thinkin’ about how fuckin’ deep I’ma be when I nut in you.”

“Adir…”

Her voice was low, choppy, and filled with lust. It wastoomuch. I stopped breathing, too afraid that I’d miss every ounce of pleasure I felt in this moment. Knowing her eyes were glued to me tipped the fucking scale.

“Fuck!” Cum spewed out everywhere. Pent-up frustration over these last weeks had finally come to this. And all I’d done was sit here andthinkabout my wife.

Insidetheconferenceroom,those who handled the family’s day-to-day operations sat around the large conference room table. Standing at the head of the table, Noa pointed to the screen hanging from the ceiling.

“The last of our product has been moved,” he stated. “It was a confidential purchase.”

“Confidential?” Uncle Duval questioned. “Since when we allowed muhfuckas to purchase from us without their being any proof of it.”

“He didn’t say there was no proof. He said it’s confidential,” Alli stated.

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