Page 13 of Paranormal Love From an Immortal Thug
“Don’t play dumb. Your ass ain’t ever up before ten o’clock. But anyway, you coming out tonight? Chia and I are gonna hit up a Halloween party. Lenora’s working.”
I cleared my throat, trying to focus while Khalid started kissing the side of my neck. His hand slid between my thighs without hesitation, and his fingers stroked slowly. Two fingers teased my folds while I fought for my life to keep my voice steady.
“Yeah, um… I’m not gonna make it,” I managed to say.
“Why not? What you doing?”
“I…” I gasped quietly as Khalid’s fingers rubbed over my clit, slow and steady, then circled it like he knew exactly what he was doing. I clenched my legs together, trying to hide the way my voice cracked. “I’m not… really feeling good, girl. Gonna… shiiit… I’m just gonna catch up on some… some sleep.”
Kadie paused on the other end. “You good? You sound winded.”
“I’m fine,” I said, fake coughing and trying to pull away from Khalid, who now had one hand around my waist and the other rubbing circles on my pussy like he was writing in cursive. “I’ll be fine, girl. You… you know me.”
“Mmmhm,” she said. “Well, hit me if you need anything.”
“Of course,” I said quickly, biting back a moan. The second the call disconnected, I tossed the phone on the couch beside us. And, before I could even say a word, Khalid grinned and said exactly what I already knew was coming.
“Finally, damn. I been waitin’ on you to get off that phone.” He stood up, hands cupping my ass, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. His dick was already hard and pressed between us, ready to fuck me through the mattress again like he’d been counting the seconds. “A nigga ready for round three,” he said, voice low, thuggish, full of heat.
WEDNESDAY
K h a l i dc a r r i e dm eback to bed and laid me down on my back and stayed standing at the edge of the mattress for a second, looking at me like I was the only thing on the menu. The chains at his neck swung low as he grabbed that demon dick at the base and stroked it once, eyes never leaving mine.
He crawled back over me, his knees pressing into the mattress on either side of my hips. He kissed the side of my neck, dragging his teeth just enough to make me gasp, then licked up to my ear.
“You ready to ride me again, or you want me to put you on your stomach and handle it?”
I shivered. “Handle it.”
“Good answer.”
He rolled me onto my stomach, his palms sliding down to grip my hips. His body came over mine, chest to my back, mouth at my ear, whispering things that made my skin burn. I could feel his heavy ass dick throb as he slid it against my slick folds before he pushed in, inch by inch, pussy clenching around him.
I moaned into the pillow. His grip on my hips tightened as he started to move, slow at first, then harder, deeper, building a rhythm that shook the bed frame against the wall.
“Hell yeah,” he growled against my neck. “Pussy top tier, ma. I fucks with it.”
Every thrust pushed a sound out of me, and my moans turned into cries and cries turned into screams. His other hand never left my hip, keeping me in place while he drove into me from behind. I could feel my eyes rolling to the back, and I just knew I was making an ugly ass face. But shit, I didn’t care.
“Yessss! Oh God,... right there… God…”
“I keep tellin’ your ass ain’t no God here,” he muttered, voice low. “Just a real nigga fuckin’ this good ass pussy.”
My body trembled. The pressure built fast. Khalid’s groans got deeper and his strokes heavier until I was shaking and clawing at the sheets. I came hard, creaming and screaming into the pillow. My body convulsed as his arms wrapped around my waist and held me there through every pulse of it. He didn’t stop moving. He kept fucking me, whispering the filthiest things while I trembled against him.
“That’s it,” he growled. “That’s how you cum on this dick. Act like you know what the fuck to do.” Still shaking, legs jelly, face buried in the pillow, trying to catch my breath, he plungedin and out of my wetness. He growled and hissed like he couldn’t hold it anymore. “Fuck. You make a nigga not wanna pull out.”
His grip tightened. He buried himself all the way in, locked, deep, and pulsing. I felt him throb inside me, and then I felt the emptiness as he pulled out, spilling his nut on the sheets before leaning against me. His mouth pressed to my shoulder, breath heavy, moaning through it. We stayed like that in a sweaty mess until I finally turned my head and looked back at him.
“What would you do if you could stay?” I asked, biting down on my bottom lip.
He rolled onto his side, and I repositioned myself so we were face-to-face. “Shit, I don’t know. Probably get a legit job. Take you out somewhere instead of just poppin’ up in your bedroom like a creep nigga.” He grinned a little.
I laughed softly, shaking my head. “Okay. You sound like a whole person.”
He tapped his chest with one finger. “I was a whole person. Just… shit got fucked up, baby.”
I stared at him. “Usually, I’m in the house bingeing on food, sweets, and movies on Halloween. But today…”
