She hoped he was up for the fight ’cause Whitney still had a couple of rounds left in her.
“Baby,” she purred, straddling him.
“What?”
“You know what.” Whitney bit into her bottom lip as she took his dick in her hands.
“I gotta get up outta here.”
“I know, but just one more time.” She eased down and licked the tip.
“You don’t fight fair.” Koran closed his eyes.
“You’re right . . . I fight to win,” she replied before slipping his entire dick into her mouth.
Chapter Four
Damaged
Afternoon approached as Koran placed his key into the knob and turned. To his surprise Trina wasn’t in the kitchen or living room waiting on him. The coast was clear. Maybe for once he could spend some time with Malik without her being all up in his face. Koran made his way upstairs. The sound of the Disney Channel’s hit show, The Suite Life of Zach and Cody, blared from Malik’s room. He could hear him clack his toy men together as if they were at war. Opening Malik’s door, he peeked his head through.
Malik didn’t even notice him standing there. He was too busy pretending. Koran did everything in his power not to laugh. Malik looked a hot mess. He had on the smallest set of pajamas Koran had ever seen. The long sleeve button-up shirt with trains on it squeezed his plump belly tightly. Some of the buttons were missing and the ones that were still holding on were in the wrong holes. The pants were a whole other story. They were royal blue and made of thermal material, which meant they hugged his thighs and butt tightly. On top of that they were flooding, but Malik loved them. He was unwilling to let them go. They were his favorite pair.
“Why you not dressed?” Koran spoke after composing himself.
“Mama told me not to put on my clothes until you got here.” Malik stopped playing, not missing a beat. “Where you been?”
“You nosey, stay out my business.”
“Just tell me.”
“Out, why?”
“’Cause mama been lookin’ for you.”
“Where she at?”
“In the room.”
“Mama’s eyes were red again. I think she was up crying all night. Did ya’ll have another fight?”
“Nah.”
“Well, why was she crying?”
“I don’t know. She probably just got something in her eye. Now, did you eat?” Koran quickly changed the subject.
“Yeah, I got up and fixed me a bowl of cereal. What, you want some? ’Cause I can fix you a bowl. You know we got Golden Grahams downstairs.”
“I’m good, but thanks.”
“That’s what’s up? So what you get me?” Malik asked not taking his eyes off the television.
“You bold. How you figure I got you something?” Koran scrunched up his face.
“Why we always gotta go through this? Will you just give me my present?”
“Man, me and you gon’ box.” Koran opened the door wider so he could toss Malik a bag.
“I knew you got me something!”
“Yeah, I stopped by the game store.”
“Oooooh, you got me Dragon Ball Z and NBA Street! Thanks Koran!” Malik ran over and hugged him around the waist.
“You know I got you, but let me go holla at ya’ mama. Get dressed while we talkin’, a’ight?”
“Okay,” Malik responded, half-listening. He was already plugging in his GameCube.
Koran closed Malik’s door and made his way across the hall to what used to be his and Trina’s bedroom. Inhaling deeply, he turned the knob and entered. Koran’s old bedroom was outstandingly lavish. Trina had done her thing when she put everything together. The wall behind the king-sized bed was black and there were two black and white family photos exposed by recessed lighting above the headboard.
Koran loved his old bed. It wasn’t too soft or too hard. It was just right. A total of nine pillows adorned the ivory and white satin sheets, and matching nightstands and lamps stood on each side. A
“Baby,” she purred, straddling him.
“What?”
“You know what.” Whitney bit into her bottom lip as she took his dick in her hands.
“I gotta get up outta here.”
“I know, but just one more time.” She eased down and licked the tip.
“You don’t fight fair.” Koran closed his eyes.
“You’re right . . . I fight to win,” she replied before slipping his entire dick into her mouth.
Chapter Four
Damaged
Afternoon approached as Koran placed his key into the knob and turned. To his surprise Trina wasn’t in the kitchen or living room waiting on him. The coast was clear. Maybe for once he could spend some time with Malik without her being all up in his face. Koran made his way upstairs. The sound of the Disney Channel’s hit show, The Suite Life of Zach and Cody, blared from Malik’s room. He could hear him clack his toy men together as if they were at war. Opening Malik’s door, he peeked his head through.
Malik didn’t even notice him standing there. He was too busy pretending. Koran did everything in his power not to laugh. Malik looked a hot mess. He had on the smallest set of pajamas Koran had ever seen. The long sleeve button-up shirt with trains on it squeezed his plump belly tightly. Some of the buttons were missing and the ones that were still holding on were in the wrong holes. The pants were a whole other story. They were royal blue and made of thermal material, which meant they hugged his thighs and butt tightly. On top of that they were flooding, but Malik loved them. He was unwilling to let them go. They were his favorite pair.
“Why you not dressed?” Koran spoke after composing himself.
“Mama told me not to put on my clothes until you got here.” Malik stopped playing, not missing a beat. “Where you been?”
“You nosey, stay out my business.”
“Just tell me.”
“Out, why?”
“’Cause mama been lookin’ for you.”
“Where she at?”
“In the room.”
“Mama’s eyes were red again. I think she was up crying all night. Did ya’ll have another fight?”
“Nah.”
“Well, why was she crying?”
“I don’t know. She probably just got something in her eye. Now, did you eat?” Koran quickly changed the subject.
“Yeah, I got up and fixed me a bowl of cereal. What, you want some? ’Cause I can fix you a bowl. You know we got Golden Grahams downstairs.”
“I’m good, but thanks.”
“That’s what’s up? So what you get me?” Malik asked not taking his eyes off the television.
“You bold. How you figure I got you something?” Koran scrunched up his face.
“Why we always gotta go through this? Will you just give me my present?”
“Man, me and you gon’ box.” Koran opened the door wider so he could toss Malik a bag.
“I knew you got me something!”
“Yeah, I stopped by the game store.”
“Oooooh, you got me Dragon Ball Z and NBA Street! Thanks Koran!” Malik ran over and hugged him around the waist.
“You know I got you, but let me go holla at ya’ mama. Get dressed while we talkin’, a’ight?”
“Okay,” Malik responded, half-listening. He was already plugging in his GameCube.
Koran closed Malik’s door and made his way across the hall to what used to be his and Trina’s bedroom. Inhaling deeply, he turned the knob and entered. Koran’s old bedroom was outstandingly lavish. Trina had done her thing when she put everything together. The wall behind the king-sized bed was black and there were two black and white family photos exposed by recessed lighting above the headboard.
Koran loved his old bed. It wasn’t too soft or too hard. It was just right. A total of nine pillows adorned the ivory and white satin sheets, and matching nightstands and lamps stood on each side. A
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