Page 10 of Paranormal Love From an Immortal Thug
“The second time she brought me back, she told me she was gettin’ married to some lame ass nigga. Said she couldn’t do it no more.”
I went quiet. Something about the way he said it felt… sad. “I wish I could keep you longer,” I admitted.
“Hmm.” Khalid shifted under me, still stroking his dick real slow while he smoked. He tilted his head slightly, eyes never leaving mine. “Tell me ‘bout you,” he said. “What you got goin’ on out here with your fine ass?”
The question caught me off guard. Still… I found myself relaxing. I leaned back on my palms, legs still open, still bare, the sheet bunched under my ass. His hand was moving slowly over his shaft, smooth, casual, like this was normal. Like asking me about my life while stroking that demon dick was just his regular way of vibing.
“I model,” I said, letting my head fall back against the couch cushion. “It’s not really going anywhere at the moment, so I work part-time at a law office downtown doing admin work just to keep shit steady. I pay my rent and my bills. I’ve been focused on doing everything right. Whatever that even means.”
He nodded real slow like he was clocking more than just my words. “You always move like this? Solo? Head down, feet on the ground?”
I gave a small shrug, reaching for the blunt he passed back. “Had to. Ain’t nobody out here paying my way. Mom died earlier this year from a brain aneurysm and my father’s been locked up my whole life. I don't know him. No trust fund. No safety net. It’s just me.”
“Damn… that’s wild. I ain’t got no OG’s either. They both gone from a car crash when I was like five or some shit. Grandmama raised me.”
“Hmm,” I nodded slowly, exhaling smoke. “I guess we both got some shit with us then, huh?”
“How old are you?”
That random ass question pulled a soft laugh out of me. “Just turned thirty a few weeks ago. How old would you be?”
“Thirty-six, ma.”
“Okay, old head.”
He chuckled, reaching for the blunt. “You carryin’ a lot, huh?”
“You’d be surprised what weekly therapy can hide.”
He smirked as his eyes dipped low, dragged across my body, then locked back on my face. “What about your love life?”
I sucked my teeth. “What love life?”
“Nah, I’m bein’ deadass.”
“And I’m serious too,” I said.
He let that sit, still stroking. “You mean to tell me,” he said, voice dropping lower, “a woman fine as hell like you all smart, grown, sexy, and ambitious ain’t got nobody beatin’ that shit down on the regular?”
I shook my head. “Khalid…”
“Nah. That don’t even make sense. You got a nigga confused right now.”
I laughed again, high and warm. “Last guy I gave a chance couldn’t even make me come. And before that, it was men who either wanted to control me, fix me, or fuck me like I was fragile.”
Khalid grunted. “See, that’s what’s wrong with these new niggas. Ain’t no pressure in their stroke. No pride in it.” His hand was moving faster now, slow drag up, twist, pull. That dick was hard as hell again, veins throbbing. He let out a low breath as he stared at me. “You too fine to be this underfucked and unloved, ma,” he said.
My eyes widened slightly, and heat shot down my spine. He saw the way I reacted, and that smirk deepened. “I’d be in this pussy every night if I could,” he said. “You’d never have to question shit.”
I licked my lips, chest rising faster now. “You talk a lot.”
He leaned back on one arm, still stroking with the other. “Yeah, well, it’s been a few years since I was able to. And you… You keep lookin’ at this dick like you tryna shut me up.” I smirked and sat up on my knees. He leaned back, let me straddle him, and looked me dead in the eyes. “You better ride this shit like it’s your last muthafuckin’ ride.”
WEDNESDAY
Id o n ’ tk n o wwhat possessed me. Maybe it was the weed, or maybe it was the fact that I still couldn’t feel my legs from the last orgasm. Or maybe it was just him. The way Khalid sat there stroking that demon dick with one hand had my pussy ready for round two.
I didn’t want to waste another second. I rose up on my knees, reached between us, and gripped his dick with both hands. It was hot, thick, and throbbing. Veins running along the shaft like his power lived inside every inch of it. He didn’t move. He just watched, breathing deeply with his eyes low.
