Page 62 of Falling Into Gravity

Malik’s body started to lift. “Gahdamn, Dorothy!” He tapped her head, needing some reprieve.

Aku let his dick plop out of her mouth with a satisfied moan.

Malik wasted no time standing to his feet, dick still at full attention, yanking her little ass up. His eyes stared into her soul, their faces so close as her legs wrapped around him.

“I grew up watching people die over the colors they wore to the corner store. You know how many times I done stood in front of caskets ‘cause a nigga ain’t make it to twenty-five?” His voice cracked a little.

Aku wrapped her arms around his neck. She must’ve sucked vulnerability into him, because when he should’ve been fucking her into oblivion, he had shit he needed to get off his chest. So, she let him…

Her soft hand in his hair, with freckles on her face that he wanted to count over and over again. Just raw and vulnerable,pushing them into a space one of them wanted, and the other wanted to run from.

“I got survivor’s guilt before I even got a chance tolive, Aku.”

Kissing her, he wanted her to feel him, before she felt him, hoping he could make some sense of it all.

“I don’t dream big. I never did. All that fairytale shit? The house, the ring, the happily ever after…” He shook his head, a bitter laugh sneaking in under his breath. “That wasn’t for me. Niggas like me just tryna make it through Tuesday.”

She stared at him, her chest tight.

He kept his focus on her, eyes heavy with something too old for his age.

“But you…you makin’ me want shit I never thought I could touch.”

Aku swallowed, her heart beating too fast and her pussy thumping more.

“You make me wanna lay in beds without checking the exits. You make me wanna show up places without a pistol. You make me wanna live.”

The silence grew longer and thick. It was sacred and he filled it with greedy kisses.

Malik allowed everything to spill over. “I wasn’t made for fairytales, but I’ll burn the whole world down just to build you one.”

Just like that, her heart dropped and soared at the same time.

Not because it was sweet…because it was him. Malik—whose hands had done dirty work, whose mouth was usually slick, whose eyes rarely softened unless she was near.

It was Aku’s turn to kiss him with more passion than she knew she possessed.

She reached for him, climbing onto him as if she could be closer to him than she already was. Like her soul knew the routeby heart. Arms wrapped around his neck, face pressed into his shoulder.

“You don’t have to burn it down,” she whispered, “Just stay.”

His hand slid to the back of her head, fingers in her hair again, holding her like he’d let the world burn first before letting her go. “I’mma try…now show me to the bed and take these clothes off before we get there.” Malik let her feet touch the ground.

Sucking her lip into her mouth, Aku shred every piece of clothing she had on. Bare and beautiful, Malik couldn’t keep his eyes off her. He nodded in approval. Aku’s body was model slim with enough ass so it jiggled and mounds big enough to fill his mouth.

He didn’t need any more directions, just followed her as they both padded to her bedroom.

Inside, he gave it a quick glance—noticed the balcony, routed out the map to the connected bathroom—took note of the distance between all forms of exits.

Crawling into bed, Aku motioned him over with her index finger.

“You so fine…perfect,” he said, making his way to her. “And you want a dirty ass Crescent nigga.”

“Ain’t nothing wrong with a little dirt. People dug in the mud for gold, carved out dirty ass caves for diamonds…there’s beauty in all the ugly parts—the dirty shit as you like to call it. All I see is a fine ass nigga, with a brilliant brain and a big dick.”

“Is that so?” Malik yanked her to the edge of the bed.

“Y—” her voice got caught in her throat when his dick pushed into her. “Oh, God.” Her body shook. “Oh, God.”

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