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“I’ve been talking to my dad.” The words hit me like cold water. My chest collapsed, and for a second, I couldn’t breathe right. Not only did Samaj have me completely fucked up, but so did his lowdown deadbeat father Ashe. After seventeen years of radio silence, this man wanted to play daddy now. I could still see him clear as day, twenty-two years old, standing in the doorway of our tiny apartment, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, telling me he “wasn’t ready for all this responsibility.” Samaj had been teething, screaming his little lungs out, and I was running on maybe two hours of
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“Hey, hey, calm down. You’re safe.” The voice wasn’t Samaj’s. “I’m going to help you sit up. And then I’ll ask you a few questions.” The more he spoke, the more my body betrayed me and responded. This was a time of crisis. But that low southern, thick drawl made my stomach do flips and my pussy purr.
when I looked at the screen, it was Moniece from work. Damn. “Dr. Holloway,” she purred, already working her breathy voice. I rolled my eyes because this shit was getting out of hand. She was always calling and not hearing me. “What do you need, Ms. Parker?” “Well, I was wondering if you wanted to grab drinks after my shift tomorrow. There’s this cute little place on the corner of Juke.” “I’m good on that. We ain’t on that level.” “Malik, come on. We’ve been playing this game for months. It’s not my fault we work together now. Plus, I heard you were flirting with your new patient. Not you
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Because underneath all that armor, she was just a girl who wanted what every strong woman deserved, to be chosen, pursued, thought of, touched gently, chased a little, and loved on without having to ask for it. I was exactly the type of man who could handle that.
“Damn,” she whispered against my lips. “Uhm. Well shit.” A laugh escaped her lips, and I lit up. “Yeah. I gotta bounce before I’m begging to come in like Jodeci. And I don’t think you’re ready to meet a man about a horse yet.” “Goodnight, Malik Jerome Holloway. You make me sick,”
“The car is beautiful, and thoughtful, and I’m grateful. But that’s not why I’m standing in your kitchen right now. Well, not the only reason but I gotta throw this pussy on you a little for the car, you earned that. I’m a big girl.”
Those eyes again. That lip bite. My dick got harder, if that was even possible. She slipped her hands into my briefs, licked her lips, and made her way down. When she freed my dick, she looked at it like it deserved to be behind glass. “Do something with it, baby.”
“Damn, girl,” I panted, chest heaving. “Goddamn… you so fucking perfect.” “You ain’t the only one with skills,” she whispered, wiping her mouth, straddling me again and lifting herself just enough for me to feel how wet she still was. “You got me so wet. Now do something with it,” she said smirking down at me before sinking down slowly. “Ssss, it’s so big, shit baby.”
She looked up at me like I hung the damn stars. And maybe I did. At least for her. And that’s all I cared about. But I wasn’t done—not with her moaning my name, not with the way her thighs trembled just from walking. I needed her to know that I wasn’t tapped out. I was still hungry.
Our life was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I’d gotten my happily ever after. Not perfect. Not without scars. But whole. Healed. Happy. The crash brought love in the wreckage.
What she had to learn was how to survive being loved out loud. Softly. Intentionally. Without condition.
