Page 8 of Her Savior
He’s not the sole reason why there’s so much drug usage in Inglewood but I’m pretty sure he has played a significant role. He’s number two in command of the Inglewood Kings, a notorious gang that has shown how ruthless they can be. They successfully control an apartment building where they do most of their operation.
They’re also known for their generosity. Every Thanksgiving, they give away turkeys to those in need. Every Christmas, the poor families get bags full of toys, new clothing and shoes, and even, feminine products for the women (I’m proud to say that was my suggestion).
Every girl has a guy she looks back with either great fondness or regret she wasted her time with that nigga. I’m not sure what area Jalen will be when all is said and done. But I’m not even thinking about that now.
A sista needs her back blown the fuck out and guess who has the magic stick to do it?
“Are you going to let me in?” His deep voice vibrates against the door and I feel it vibrate down to my yoni. Oh, I’m going to let the nigga in, all right. I’ll let him in all damn night.
I step aside and Jalen walks in. He briefly looks around and makes his way to the bedroom to drop off his duffle bag. I lock up the front door and cross my arms, letting out a sigh.
No-good niggas always have the best dick. They fail at everything else in life so they might as well be good at fucking. They know it, too, that’s why they get away with the shit they do.
I already know Jalen and I aren’t gon’ last. If I’m trying to get the fuck up out of Inglewood and work with the white people in downtown L.A., having a drug lord as a boyfriend ain’t gon’ pass. Can you imagine that nigga showing up and taking me out to lunch? Yeah, neither can I.
But still…he’s gonna have to be the Russell to my Robin a la Waiting to Exhale, without the married headass part. The only wife Jalen has is his stacks of Benjamin Franklin and he’s not about to divorce them.
“Come here,” he beckons.
I turn around and see that he’s stripped down to his white tee and grey sweatpants. I just about lost my will to remain pure. Everything about this nigga is telling me no, but my punani is a loud-ass bitch when she wants to be. And she wants that dick.
I walk over to him wearing nothing but too-small boy shorts and a white tee I stole from him. He loves the way it looks on me because he can see the outline of my big-ass titties through the shirt. My big ass swallowed up the boy shorts and well, we know I won’t be wearing these for very long.
“Girl, you’re looking like a juicy fucking snack,” his voice comes out like a moan and yep, I’m already wet. He licks his lips and we both know I can’t wait to feel that tongue everywhere on my body. “You never did say if you miss me?”
“I miss you, Zaddy,” I call him by the nickname that I know will get him going.
He picks me up and carries me back to the bedroom where he already lit a couple of candles. “Tell me about the interview,” he lays me down on the bed.
I sigh again as I watch him finally remove his clothing and I see his dick. It’s not hard but give it a few seconds, and it will be. “It went okay. I’m not sure if I’ll get it but I’m also not sure if I want it.”
He pours some jojoba oil in his hand and wipes his hands together. He then massages my legs. It feels heavenly. “Why say that? What’s wrong with the place?”
“Too rich,” I say, wondering why are we talking about my interview when his hands are all over my body like an octopus, “it feels like one of those places where they have an invisible sign – No Negroes Allowed.”
Jalen chuckles. “Baby girl, every place is gonna be like that. Not that long ago, white people didn’t even want us to have the same drinking fountains as them. You need to prove to them why you belong there. If you don’t get it, it wasn’t meant for you and God got something better for you.”
Now I figured out why I keep Jalen around. Despite his problematic headass, he knows when to give support without me asking for it. It doesn’t take away from him being a fuckboy but at least I know he has a heart somewhere in there.
He removes my top and lies on top of me. He caresses my face and stares into my eyes. “You’re going to get that internship, you’re going to go to school, and you’re going to Congress one day. I know you are.” He kisses my forehead. “But you can’t worry about fitting in. People need to assimilate to you, not the other way around.”
His words bring a much-needed smile to my face. It’s what I was desperate to hear. “Thank you,” I softly reply.
“You’re welcome,” he kisses me, playing with my tongue. He pulls his lips away and trails them along my jaw line, up to my earlobe where he playfully bites it, and back down to my lips.
His tongue willingly explores my mouth and I softly moan against his lips. He finally trails his tongue down to my breasts, along my navel, and finally to my yoni. He spreads my legs apart, kissing my inner thighs, before he finally dives in.
My back arches off the bed as I reach up and grab my breasts. His tongue is long and pointy, flat and wide, and one hundred percent magical all of the time.
He flicks my pearl like it’s a toy and my body bounces along to the movement. His tongue circles around my clit while his mouth sucks on it.
Moans and groans of all registers come pouring out of my mouth as my toes curl up and I rest one leg on Jalen’s shoulder. Each time I wonder why I put up with his bullshit, his mighty tongue politely reminds me why. God be the glory.
My body can no longer stave off the impending orgasm and I cry out in ecstasy as he abruptly stops. He chuckles at me and he knows he got my black ass. He reaches into his pants pocket, pulls out a Magnum, and doesn’t hesitate to put it on.
He climbs back onto the bed, and holds one of my legs. The tip of him teased my entrance before he pushed in. I gasped and felt my eyes water. He completely filled me and I knew not all of him was inside.
He pushed in deeper, and moans were pulled from my mouth. His strokes were slow and methodical, until he built a steady tempo. I clenched tighter around him, silently begging him not to stop, while encouraging him to not stop fucking me.
