Chapter 8

8

N eko

Wednesday

Dinner with my parents turned into a celebration when they found out Malorie got the job at Wilson, Simpson, and Co. She'd also done an application for the graduate program at Rose Valley University. That's what I was most excited about. I didn't know how things would work between us. All I knew was I didn't want her to leave me. We ended up getting a little tipsy off champagne, and though my parents insisted we stay the night, I was cool to drive.

When we made it back home, she was at that stage of champagne tipsy where she was happy and giggly. Malik's car was in the garage, but when we entered the living room and heard him on the game, I knew there was a chance he didn't even know we were in the house yet. Wanting to keep her to myself a little longer, I didn't bother going back to let him know we were here. Instead, I cut the TV on and crashed on the couch. Malorie snuggled up against me, and though it was risky, I wrapped my arm around her.

"Your parents are the best," she said. "I love them."

"They love you too. Hell, Mama call me just to ask about you."

Malorie sniggled and snuggled closer. "Thank you for sharing them with me. Things have been… off since Daddy left. I really missed being around a family unit."

"Have you told your people how you feel?" I asked, tilting her head so I could look into her lazy eyes.

Her head shook as her expression saddened. "No. I don't want to make them feel bad. Ma always says she's glad Daddy was able to stay here long enough to get us through high school. I think being able to do her own thing is the only thing keeping her sane. If it triggers her to be here or around us, I can't do that to her, Neko."

I was conflicted because I understood where she was coming from, but I also wanted her to be a bit more selfish. True, she was an adult, but she was still her mother's child. I felt like if she told Laura how she felt, Laura would spend more time with her kids with no hesitation. Often times people did what was allowed, unknowingly and unintentionally inflicting pain.

"Well, if you ever want to talk to her about it, I'll do it with you. Until then, you're officially a part of my family."

Malorie blushed and tossed her leg over me. "I love it but also don't because I don't want them looking at me like I'm their child and your damn sister. The things I want to do to you are not sisterly at all."

I released a bark of laughter as my brows raised. She'd completely caught me off guard with that shit.

"And what exactly do you want to do to me, young lady?"

"It would be better if I showed you."

"Aw yeah? Show me then."

Malorie looked back at the sound of her brother yelling and laughing at the game, then kneeled between my legs. My dick immediately began to harden. As much as I wanted this, I gripped her wrists and kept her from unzipping my jeans.

"Are you sober enough for this tonight, Mal?"

"Most definitely. I will remember every second of this in the morning and want to do it again."

That was all I needed to hear. I relaxed in my seat and let her pull my hardened dick out to do her thing. And do her thing she did. She slurped and sucked my shit until I was at the point of explosion. As good and sloppy as her head was, I stopped her to avoid moaning loud as hell while I came. Standing, I dropped my jeans and boxers then removed her shorts and panties and tossed her leg over my shoulder.

As I feasted on her pussy, she clawed at the back of my head. Each circle of her hips as she fed me her pussy made me go harder. When her whimpers turned into moans I pulled away. The last thing I needed was for her to get loud at the wrong time and he heard us.

After laying her on the couch, I pushed her shirt down and took her right nipple into my mouth. She wrapped her legs around me and hummed.

"You gotta be quiet, sweet girl," I commanded, lining myself up at her opening. "When he's not playing, he takes his headphones off. If I slide in you, I'm not going to want to stop because he heard us."

"I will be. I promise."

I chuckled at the haste in which she made that promise, but it turned into me moaning quietly myself at the feel of her hand wrapped around my dick. I allowed her to guide me inside. Unable to move immediately, I stared into her eyes as she adjusted to my size.

Lowering myself to her ear, I whispered, "You feel as good as I thought you would," before I began to stroke her.

Her nails went from my neck to my back as she squirmed underneath me. Closing her eyes, Malorie arched her back and squeezed her walls against me. I couldn't go as fast and hard as I wanted out of fear of us losing control. The slow, long strokes I filled her with caused her pussy to soak my dick. She got so wet the smacking sound of her cream against my shaft filled the room.

When her lips and chin trembled and she released a sizzing breath, I knew what was about to happen. I quickly covered her mouth as she moaned loudly while she came. It felt so good I didn't even give a fuck if he heard her. I increased my pace and hardened my strokes, chasing my own climax. Mine came shortly after, and even though I was still hard, I pulled out.

I sat on the couch long enough to catch my breath before we went our separate ways to shower. It was then that I stopped by Malik's room to let him know we were back. At that point, he was getting off the game to go dip in one of his lil shorties, and I was glad I pulled out when I did.

A few minutes after he left, I got a text from Malorie that had me getting out of bed and going to her room.

The 1: Thinking about you inside of me got me wet all over again. You want to come feel it?