Page 9 of Paranormal Love From an Immortal Thug
The second he pushed in, I swear, I felt my soul leave my body. “Khalid, oh my God…”
He grunted, deep and raw, teeth clenched as he eased in just the tip. “Goddamn. Pussy tight as fuck,” he groaned. “You ain’t never been stretched like this before, huh?”
“N-no… oh, fuck…”
“Fuckin' with them lil' dick ass niggas.” He gripped my hips and slid in deeper. Slow. Thick. Every inch felt like pressure. Like pain and pleasure mixed together, threatening to swallow me whole.
My mouth dropped open as he filled me to the brim, letting me feel all of him. “Feels good, ma?” he asked, voice low and raspy. I couldn’t even lie. It hurt so damn good feeling him marinating in my pussy. He pulled back and then slammedinto me before stoking again, slowly and deeply. “Yeah. That’s what the fuck I’m talkin’ about, Wednesday. Fuck. You feel that pressure?”
I nodded into the pillow as he found a rhythm with deep, rough strokes that had the bed shaking and my body sliding forward with each thrust. He gripped my hips like he owned them. Each time he bottomed out, I let out a sound I didn’t recognize.
Paranormal shit started happening again. The windows blew open on their own, and a cold gust of air shot through the room like a scream. The candle flame on my nightstand turned blue. The lights flickered harder as shadows danced across the walls. And then, I felt the bed lifting. My back arched against him. We were levitating.
I cried out, gripping the sheets with wide eyes. “Khalid, what… what the fuck is happening?!”
“This what you summoned, baby,” he groaned, pounding into me. “This that demon dick.” He gripped the back of my neck and pressed me down deeper, bending me in half, his strokes getting faster. Rougher. Wetter. Louder.
I heard theslap slap slapof skin. I heard the growl in his throat. And then, this nigga reached around, found my clit, and rubbed it hard and fast. “Khalid… pleaseee…”
“Let that shit go, ma,” he growled. “Squirt for me. I wanna feel that shit.”
My eyes rolled back. My body locked up. A full-body orgasm ripped out of me like a wave. I screamed so loud I swore the windows cracked. I squirted hard, pussy muscles pushing him out as I soaked the sheets and him.
He loved it. I could hear the smile. “Yeahhh,” he growled behind me. “That’s the one. That’s what the fuck you need to release.” He kept growling and grunting as he plunged deeply inside me, stroking with the kind of rhythm that was music to my ears. My pussy sloshed. Gushed. Creamed. Khalid cursed under his breath and slammed into me one final time so deep, I saw stars.
With a hard grip on my waist with one hand, I felt his nut shoot onto my ass like a volcanic eruption. “Fuck. Fuuckkk…” He let out a breath and a tremble that I knew he’d waited years to release both.
The bed dropped back to the floor with a thud, and the lights steadied. The wind stopped, and the candle flickered once, then went out. Except for our rapid breaths, my bedroom was silent. He stayed behind me for a long moment. Then he whispered, “Told you I wasn’t gon’ hurt you, ma. Just givin’ you what you asked for.”
I didn’t know where the hell I was—mentally, spiritually, physically—but my body felt like it had been through war. A beautiful, demon-dicked war. My throat was raw from screaming. My face was buried in the sheets, ass still in the air, body still recovering from what the fuck just happened.
He finally released his hold on my waist, and I collapsed onto the mattress. A few seconds passed before he asked where the bathroom was. He left the room and returned with a warm cloth to clean me off with. Then, he placed the cloth on the nightstand and climbed back onto the bed, wrapping his arms around my waist. His warmth pressed against my back felt so damn good.
“You good, ma?”
I smiled into the pillow and gave him a breathy little laugh. “Barely.”
He chuckled low and pulled me into his chest. His hand slid down to my stomach, holding me there. My whole body was throbbing, and I could still feel every inch of where he’d been. He kissed the side of my neck, slow, while I let myself melt into the moment. And for a minute, everything was still.
“I ain’t never had no dick like that,” I whispered.
He leaned in closer. “You ain’t summon no regular ass nigga.”
I turned to face him, lying on my side now, tangled in the sheets. He was still naked. Still fine. His body was inked and powerful, chest rising and falling slowly, dick still heavy and thick against his thigh.
“Be honest,” I said. “How many bitches have you ruined like this?”
He smirked and reached over to the nightstand. “Enough,” he said, reaching for the unfinished blunt in the ashtray. “But none like you.” He sparked it up and took a long pull, eyes locked on mine while he exhaled. Then passed it to me.
I took it and hit it, letting the smoke coat my lungs while my body slowly came back to life. “You ever get tired of just… fucking and then having to go back to your coffin?”
He paused and exhaled really slowly. “Sometimes,” he said. “But it is what it is. I’m grateful for the lil’ time I get out that muthafucka, feel me?”
I nodded and hit the blunt once, then twice before passing it back. “Have you ever gotten summoned twice by the same woman?”
He looked over at me, eyes heavy. “Once.”
“What happened?”
