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[I can't believe you guys really support me. Thank you. Man, the love is so real. I won't forget about none of my supporters. I'll always make sure to show love.
- Pooda💕]
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"I can only hold this pose for so long," Jersey commented as she leaned against June. The women held luxury shopping bags in their hands as they posed for the picture. Amber stood in front of them with June's iPhone.
"All right. This is the last picture. Because I'm tired." Amber commented with a tight frown.
"No, it's not. We have to get a trio pic." June objected as she ran her fingers through her new frontal.
A couple of pictures were snapped as Jersey and June both posed for the camera.
"Here." Amber held the phone out as she looked around. People were walking by, and Jersey's security gave them only enough room to breathe. Shit was still weird, but the girls knew it was for protection.
"Let's see..." June trailed off. "Jersey, you like these?"
Jersey leaned over to look at the photos Amber managed to capture. She liked most of the pictures since she maintained a subtle yet sexy pose. June seemed to match her energy.
"I like all of them."
"Yeah, me too. I'm going to post them." June informed her with a smirk. "We look too damn good."
"You look alright." Amber jibed. "Jersey ate, though."
June peered over at Amber with narrowed eyes as she pursed her lips.
"Shut the fuck up. We both ate."
Amber pushed out a light chuckle and shrugged her shoulders. She said what she said. Jersey ate—with a belly and all. She had the ideal face for modeling in pictures. She couldn't help but eat June up. Naturally, she had the model shit on lock. Too bad she wasn't interested in making a career out of it.
Jersey didn't mind taking photos with June, but she was starting to wonder if it was the right decision. She was a target and didn't need to be on social media like that. Especially with June and her thousands of followers.
After being tagged in a few photos and included in some of the lives over the months, Jersey gained many followers on her page. She didn't mind, but fame was not something she wanted to have. Instagram followers brought recognition and trolls that seemed to make enough time to discuss people on blogs negatively. Jersey didn't want her business or fashion decisions all over gossip blogs. She wanted to play the background and just be lowkey. Attention was not her thing.
[If you know...you fucking know. 😒]
Jersey went from three hundred followers to almost ninety thousand. It probably wasn't much to a famous person, but it was a lot to her. She didn't understand why everybody decided to flock to her account and follow her. She wasn't active nor interesting to check out. Her account only had ten photos, and she never responded to the comments left under her pictures. Jersey didn't go live either. She handled her little fame horribly and didn't give a fuck about it.
The women hopped inside the black truck and allowed the driver to take them to Frida's house. They played music the whole way there, and Jersey even made some cute little videos since she was looking beautiful.
When they made it to Frida's house, they noticed Malcolm's Range Rover parked in the driveway. Jersey took her time getting out of the truck, but she was ready to go inside. The baby was dancing on her bladder, and she needed to use the bathroom.
"Are you okay?" June questioned her as they walked side by side.
"Not really. I have to pee so bad." Jersey uttered as she adjusted her purse.
"Come on. You can't be peeing on yourself." Amber pressed her hand against the small of Jersey's back and guided her up the stoops. The rapid knocks seemed to bring Frida to the door. She pushed it open, and Amber wasted no time walking Jersey in.
"I'm not going to pee on myself." Jersey mumbled under her breath.
"What's wrong?" Frida asked as she eyed them all with curiosity.
Jersey shook her head, a small smile graced her face. "I just have to pee. Amber thinks I'm in labor."
"Nah, I don't want her peeing on herself."
"Thank you. I got it from here." Jersey stated while looking over at Frida. "Hey, Frida."
"Hey, sweetie. Go ahead and use the bathroom. You know where it's at."
"Yeah, I do."
Jersey went straight to the nearest bathroom and allowed her urine to flow. Her eyes closed in pleasure as she continued to push out the rest of the fluid. After emptying her bladder, she wiped herself thoroughly and fixed her clothes.
She washed her hands, left out, and ran into Dock. He looked her way, placed his eyes on her belly for a quick second, and brought his attention up to her face. Instead of speaking to her, Dock gave her a stiff nod before walking away. He didn't give her time to respond. Jersey blinked a few times and made her way to the living room.
Weird...so awkward. She said to herself.
"No..." Bernie trailed off. "Malcolm, I want you to bring the tray down here. Bring it down here, son."
The elder was sitting on the couch with her right foot propped up. Her ankle was swollen and looked as if it would burst open. It needed to wrapped. Her foot wasn't exactly eye catching.
"You told me you wanted the tray up here," Malcolm spoke calmly as he carried the tray over to the correct spot.
Frida held her iPad in her hand as she scrolled through it steadily. When she glanced up, she noticed Jersey standing by the archway with her hands clasped. She looked lost and uncomfortable.
"Come and have a seat." Frida urged her as she walked toward the girl. She placed her eyes on Jersey's swollen belly and squinted her eyes briefly.
Frida was about to be a grandmother at forty. She was still stunned by the news. Having a grandbaby was at the bottom of the list. Of course, she expected her son to date and possibly marry but not have a baby so soon.
Oh well.
Frida learned to accept it and move on. She was going to love the baby, regardless.
"Are you all right?"
"...I'm fine." She replied meekly as they traveled toward the sofa. Jersey took a seat and instantly felt comfort from the plush seat. Her pelvic bone had been bothering her lately. She knew it was probably because of the amount of weight she was carrying around. Her doctor told her it was common for pregnant women to experience this kind of symptom—especially in the third trimester. She was told to stay hydrated and move around.
What the doctor didn't know is that Jersey stayed active. She'd manage to ride her boyfriend three times out of the week.
"I thought I could reach it," Bernie replied to Malcolm as she flipped through the channels. "I have to send out a few business emails. I need my MacBook."
Jersey placed her eyes on her man. He didn't seem to be in a good mood. She could tell by the look on his face. It was subtle, but his eyebrows were drawn together in irritation. And he had yet to acknowledge her.
Finally, Bernie placed her eyes on the pregnant woman. She observed Jersey casually while the young woman tapped away on her cellphone.
"When is the baby due?"
Jersey looked up and looked right at Bernie.
"Um...In July."
"What's the exact due date?" Bernie questioned her again with fluttering eyes.
"July twenty-first."
"He'll have the same birthday as my dad," Bernie announced as she opened her MacBook.
"That's right." Frida cosigned with a head nod. "Grandpa's birthday is July twenty-first."
"What a surprise," Bernie stated in awe. "Hopefully, you have a baby shower."
Here we go...
Jersey shook her head softly and said, "Actually...I don't want a baby shower."
She felt Malcolm taking a seat beside her. He placed a kiss on her earlobe and neck, which made her heart flutter. Just that quick, he kindled her fire without spewing out any words. Jersey didn't understand how that was possible.
Bernie didn't pay their romance gestures any mind.
"No baby shower? But this is your first child. You should want one." Bernie replied.
"I expected you to have one as well," Frida added as she glanced over at Jersey.
"This is crazy...there's been a shooting," June announced as she walked inside with Amber. The women took a seat on the sofa across from Jersey and Malcolm while the conversation continued. No one seemed to care about the shooting. Sad, but it was true. The family was so used to shootings happening out in Brooklyn.
"I don't know too many people...which is why I don't want one."
"But you can still have one. It'll be just us." Bernie suggested. "It'll be small, but who cares. I'm sure you want gifts for the baby. Have you shopped for him yet?"
Jersey blinked a few times and placed her eyes on Malcolm. She wasn't comfortable at all, and it was written across her face. The baby seemed to be the last thing she was worried about. She'd been so busy with school and trying to work. Jersey didn't have time to shop for the baby, and she was seven months pregnant with two more months to go.
"I'm going to start...soon." Jersey pushed out.
Frida gave her a look that seemed to be scolding while Bernie kept her concentration on her laptop. She decided to keep her mouth shut.
"Do you want me to help you shop?" Frida questioned her gently. "Because I will...I had two kids."
Jersey glanced over at Malcolm again for approval. He nodded his head coolly, so she looked over at Frida and said, "That's fine."
"Good," Frida replied with a smile on her face. "I'll see how my schedule looks for this week. We can probably go during the weekend."
"Cool..." Jersey pushed out as she stretched. It was time for her to go home and take a much-needed nap. She was tired from walking around the department stores with June and Amber. Malcolm noticed her exhaustion, so he leaned over and asked her if she was ready to leave.
She nodded her head and said, "My bags are in June's car."
Malcolm nodded his head and stood up to retrieve his sister's keys.
"June, give me your keys. I need to get Jersey's bags."
"Why? Are y'all leaving already?" June questioned him with a slight frown.
"Yeah, she's tired."
"But you're more than welcome to take a nap in one of the guest bedrooms." Frida offered gently. "We're having dinner soon."
"We have a lot to do," Malcolm interjected. "I'm working on a few blueprints, and she needs to get home and deal with her paperwork and homework."
Frida placed her eyes on her son and tossed him a stiff nod. She didn't like the fact that they were leaving, but she couldn't force them to stay.
"All right. Be safe."
"We will."
They said their goodbyes and left the house. Jersey was happy that she didn't run into any issues. Dock minded his business, Morgan wasn't present, and Bernie wasn't too much of a bitch. Or was she?
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Malcolm looked down at the USB drive that was sitting in his hand. He furrowed his brows before inserting the drive inside the computer. After clicking through a few windows and folders, he was finally able to go through it.
He didn't get a chance to go through all the folders, so he clicked on one and waited for it to load. Unexpectedly, he landed on the same pictures of Tilly with Detective Newton.
Nudes and more nudes.
He didn't bother to go through them thoroughly the first time. However, something told him to check the folder out meticulously. Tilly was missing, and he had no way of finding intel on her. It was like her identity was wiped away. Malcolm figured the law was protecting her.
As he continued to scroll through the photos, he noticed a video of Tilly titled Confession_T4. Malcolm wasted no time double-clicking it. Suddenly, the video popped up and immediately played.
He sat back and decided to watch it from beginning to end.
Confession_T4:
Light sniffles pushed from her nostrils as she wiped her red nose. Tilly was flushed in the face from crying. Her hair was pulled back as she sat at her desk. Malcolm knew her setup, which is how he figured she was at home at the time of the recording.
"I did something wrong..." She cried while wiping her tears away.
"I've been working for a woman named Seema Devoe. She sells illegal weapons all over the United States." Tilly spilled while palming her forehead. Tears continued to cascade down her face. "Seema...is an evil woman who knocks people over to get what she wants. In the beginning, she had me fooled. I thought she was this sweet woman who had a big heart, but she's the complete opposite."
"Duh..." Malcolm whispered under his breath.
"We slept together." Tilly exposed. "Maybe four times." She looked up and shook her head. "I didn't realize I was into women until I met her."
Malcolm's eyes bugged. The newfound information did catch him by surprise.
"She shared some private information with me." Tilly started her announcement as she swallowed her spit. "She sells underage girls to rich men. She works with a club owner named Hank. He owns that club called Newts. I don't know much about him, but he has a big sex trafficking operation going on—Seema says."
Malcolm shook his head. He was still in the process of trying to track down every female in the file. It would take time, but he was determined to get those girls back to their families. Some were probably dead, which was unfortunate, but he was willing to find them.
"And...she has plans to take down Malcolm Sullivan." Tilly paused for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. "He's a businessman. I don't know her reason, but she wants him dead."
Malcolm scoffed at her acting. Tilly knew why Seema wanted Malcolm dead. It was apparent she was still trying to save his ass. Unfortunately, Malcolm didn't give a fuck. Tilly messed up when she put her hands on Jersey.
Malcolm continued to watch the video until the end.
"I'm only doing this video because I know Seema will find me and kill me soon. I've been helping her kill people and I feel guilty about it. One of the victims did survive and I want to tell him that I'm so, so, so sorry—."
Malcolm looked down at his notebook until he noticed Mitchell "Byrd" Jennings written in black ink. He squinted his eyes briefly before closing it. Zoe managed to tell him about Byrd, the guy who attempted to kill him.
He was next on his list.
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Malcolm was up before the sun. He rolled over and woke Jersey up for sex. She wasted no time rejecting him.
"What?" He asked as if he heard her wrong. "Why not?"
"Because..." She trailed off groggily. "I'm tired..."
"You're tired..." Malcolm sucked his teeth and said, "Man...."
Jersey grabbed her cellphone to look at the time.
"It's five-forty in the morning. You're asking for sex this early?" She responded while scratching her head. Her hair was curly and surprisingly not messy. Jersey didn't have to worry about a bonnet since she had a satin pillowcase.
Malcolm leaned over and pressed his lips against her neck. She felt air pushing from his nostrils as she continued to lay there.
"I'm leaving at nine, that's why."
"All right, but I don't think I can." Jersey started while touching her stomach. "My pelvis bone has been hurting."
"See." Malcolm sucked his teeth. "I told you about trying to ride all the time. You don't always have to be dominant in sex."
Jersey rolled her eyes.
"It's not that...it's just the baby is getting bigger. And my frame is so little."
"Damn." He cursed while kissing her on the neck again. Malcolm pushed up and decided to observe her pregnant body. "Where are you hurting at?"
"I just told you...in my pelvic area..." She replied hoarsely while shifting her body. "Like right here." Jersey showed him where the pain was coming from.
"You want to go to the doctor?"
"I told my doctor about the pain already. She said it's normal and...I should just make sure to stay hydrated and active."
"Active...like sex?"
"Oh my God..." Jersey trailed off and couldn't help but laugh. "I mean, yeah, but I'm not in the mood for sex."
"That's cool. I'll just beat my meat then." He muttered under his breath. "No dick for you."
"You do that." She jibed as she watched him get out the bed. He went straight into the bathroom, leaving her in the bedroom. She couldn't help but smirk at his choice of words.
Jersey yawned as she scrolled through her iPhone. There were a few notifications on her feed. She noticed a text from Naomi.
Hi. The girls and I are going out for a bite to eat later. Wanna join? Naomi.
Jersey pursed her lips as she leaned her head to the side. She had nothing to do at the house. Most of her duties were done. She'd completed her paperwork for Givin' Back, finished up her report for her Humanities class, and her house was clean. Jersey needed to get out.
Count me in. Jersey.
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"A confession..." Dock trailed off as he touched his chin.
"A fucking confession." Malcolm nodded his head and closed his laptop. "I've watched it twice—incriminating evidence."
"What do you plan on doing with it?"
Malcolm scratched his beard before answering.
"I need to lure her ass in plain sight." Malcolm tapped his laptop and said, "This is the best way to do it. I won't have to handle the rest."
"And why not?" Dock question him with confusion.
"I'm sure Seema's team will see this shit and have her ass killed. Let's not forget that the whole team will go down. Seema, Catcher, Hank, and the rest of those old rich men. Oh, don't forget Newton too. I don't have plans to kill him, but the nigga won't be a detective soon."
Ryder smirked and said, "Yo, you're tactical as fuck. I like the sound of that."
"Let's hope this plan goes through. I'm just surprised you're turning against Hank." Dock interjected.
"Fuck Hank." Malcolm cursed, and Ryder managed to say it as well.
"He's pimping young girls." Ryder pushed out.
"Not only is he pimping young girls, but he's selling them like they're some kind of fucking object or something." Malcolm informed his uncle. "That nigga has to go too."
"Just sick..." Dock trailed off while shaking his head.
"I'm letting everything fall in place." Malcolm shrugged his shoulders.
"How are you going to handle this Byrd situation?"
Malcolm knew how he was going to handle Byrd personally. He leaned his head to the side and said, "I'm handling it."
The knocks at the door distracted the men.
"Who is it?" Dock asked.
"Sarai."
"Come in," Malcolm added.
Sarai walked inside with her work attire on. As usual, she managed to show up and do her job, respectfully.
"Micah is outside." She whispered. "He wants to speak with you, Malcolm."
"All right. Send that nigga in."
Sarai nodded her head and left out. It didn't take long for Micah to step inside. As usual, he was dressed neatly. Malcolm noticed that the guy managed to cut his hair. He was no longer rocking the baby dreads at the top of his head.
"Why are you here?" Malcolm questioned him.
"I need to talk to you, man."
Malcolm shook his head and said, "But you're not supposed to be at this bar. You're not even supposed to be talking to me."
Ryder couldn't help but let out a slight laugh that caused Malcolm to furrow his brows. He didn't see anything funny about the situation. Micah disrespected Jersey and Malcolm felt some way about it.
"I know." Micah rasped, shaking his head. "But I'm in trouble."
"I don't want to hear about your troubles. Do what you need to do, and I'll think about hearing your troubles."
"Do what I need to do?" Micah replied. It obvious he was confused.
Malcolm blinked a few times and said, "Apologize to Jersey."
Micah sighed while looking off, but he never retorted.
"And I mean apologize. Be extra with that shit. I want to see flowers. Shit maybe a Chanel bag." Malcolm replied, being petty. He didn't give a fuck. Micah deserved it after the way he treated Jersey.
"Damn, all right." Micah waved him off. He was surprised that Malcolm was still pursuing Jersey. He assumed it would just be one of his whims. "When can I do it?"
"Speak with Candace...she'll set something up."
Micah nodded his head and turned to leave. Before he could leave out, Malcolm stopped him right in the archway. He wanted Micah to be careful with his words. Jersey was pregnant and could become easily agitated.
"Yo, Micah."
Micah turned around and placed his eyes on Malcolm.
"Be careful with your words."
Micah walked out, not replying to him.
"Oh shit." Dock cursed as he held his phone out for Malcolm to grab. "Take a look at his."
Malcolm's eyes scanned the news article before him. He shook his head, devastated at the newfound information.
"What the fuck." Malcolm cursed while banging his hand against his desk. "I told her ass to leave."
Zoe Devoe was dead. Seema's entourage managed to get to her.
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The brunch date was something Jersey needed to have. The women did make her feel included, but she still wasn't comfortable around TK. She didn't talk to Jersey that much, which was totally fine. However, there was some kind of animosity there. Jersey didn't understand why. She never gossiped about the girl, nor did she say anything out of the way.
Instead of worrying about it, she just continued to mingle with the other girls. They kept asking Jersey about having a baby shower and taking maternity photos. She tried brushing it off because she wasn't into those kinds of mommy-to-be activities. Jersey was still trying to accept that she would be giving birth to a baby in July.
The girls spent most of their time talking about random topics that Jersey was able to chime in. They stopped by a department store because Naomi needed a gown to wear to an upcoming social event.
The high-end department store was small yet elegant. Jersey looked around and noticed the posh décor that filled the store. The walls were off-white, with gold trimmings that decorated the ceiling and floors. There were no mannequins around to see, but the store managed to include open wardrobes that showed off samples of fashion labels. Expensive purses and shoe samples were also included on display racks; the other accessories had their own area as well.
"Wow," Jersey muttered under her breath. She didn't care much for designer labels. However, she was starting to like them. She didn't want to become a label whore, so she tried to manage it.
Malcolm made sure she was straight whenever she went out with the girls. He knew they had money and would more than likely drop racks at some high-end store. Instead of letting his woman spend her money, he managed to give her something.
Naomi was busy browsing gowns while the girls looked over the purses. Jersey managed to purchase a Celine handbag that caught her attention. Most of the clothes weren't appealing to her, so she ended up buying a pair of Cartier glasses. The rest of the money would end up in her bank account.
"I need to sit down." Jersey managed to speak as she sat down on the sofa that was in the department. She looked cute in her casual, maternity attire. Her makeup was subtle and she managed to do something to her hair and edges.
Smoove walked over with her phone in her hand. She looked pretty in her long sleeve shirt, denim jeans, and black platform boots. Smoove's style was rather...gothic-inspired. She rocked a lot of black—hence her nail polish and lipstick. And did other things. "You good?"
"I'm just doing too much. I think I'll sit here for a while."
"You should have stayed home," Smoove replied as she took a seat beside her.
Jersey furrowed her brows, eyeing the short woman.
"Wait, why?"
"Because..." Smoove jerked her neck as she eyed Jersey's stomach. "Girl, you're pregnant. You should be at home...resting."
Jersey blew out some air and shook her head.
"You developed this illusion that you're not pregnant...." Smoove continued with her eyes squinted. "But you are, and you need to take it seriously. You're in your third trimester."
Smoove was right. Jersey tried acting like her pregnancy didn't exist.
"I can't be stuck in the house all day, Smoove. I'm young."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-three."
"Damn...you are." Smoove cursed. "I'm five years older than you."
Smoove didn't look a day over twenty-five. Jersey assumed she was the same age as her.
"I know you don't want to be cramped in the house all day. Shit, I wouldn't either. But you need to look at your circumstances. You're about to have a baby, and I heard you complaining about your pelvis bone in the truck. Take it slow. You do not want your baby to come early."
"The doctor told me to be active."
"Yes, but you're doing too much," Smoove stressed out. "I'm assuming the doctor meant to walk around your house. Like to the bathroom, the kitchen, or maybe even to your mailbox. You're out following us around like you're not heavily pregnant."
Jersey poked her lip out, feeling like a scolded child.
"You're right..."
"I'm upset at Malcolm. He just let you go out like this. What the fuck is wrong with him?"
"Cut him some slack. He doesn't know much about a baby. This is his first." Jersey remarked, defending her man.
Smoove sucked her teeth and placed her attention on Jersey once again.
"You're lucky."
"Why do you say that?"
"You got a good man..." Smoove pointed out. "He's mean, but I see he adores you."
Jersey placed a small smile on her face. She couldn't help but show her deep dimples. "Thanks...I do have a good man."
"And he has no baby mamas—you're the only one. You don't have to deal with no drama or nothing."
Just drama from his bitter-ass family.
"A big blessing," Jersey commented.
"Gucci shades for a bad bitch." TK commented as she strutted toward the women. She wore the sunglasses as she continued to show them off. TK's clothing was like Smoove's. However, TK paired her denim jeans with Bottega Veneta heels and showed more breasts with the help of her deep V-neck shirt. Of course, her BBL body altered the outfit.
Jersey glanced at Smoove's way and looked over at TK. She held a subtle expression.
"How do they look?"
"You look good..." Smoove trailed off.
"I know," TK replied with a bit of sass.
"...Bitch." Smoove cursed, looking her up and down. "I take it back. You're ugly, and the frame is too big for your face. Especially with that little ass nose you got."
"You're a hater." TK posed in the full-length mirror. "I know I look good."
"Hmm..."
"You see how bitches are?" June questioned the girls as she handed her bags over to Jarod. He didn't seem to mind holding her three Chanel bags.
Jersey frowned and said, "June...Jarod is a professional bodyguard, not a concierge, or how can I put it...a bag boy."
"Dammit...Jerse." June grabbed her bags from Jarod and pushed out a sigh. "But let me tell y'all what TK did."
The girls sat there waiting on June to continue her story.
"She saw me eyeing those Gucci frames and decided to get them. If you want something, don't let her know because she'll end up with it before you."
"Now June..." TK trailed off. "You decided not to get them."
"But still...you always do that."
"Girls." Naomi singsong with a stern expression on her face. "I think we should head out."
June and TK didn't bother to pick up their argument.
"Did you at least find a gown?" Smoove questioned her.
"I did. But you all will have to wait until I'm dressed to see it." Naomi cheesed as she looked over at the man who stood beside her. It was evident that his job was to handle the bags. Naomi was getting special treatment for being a well-known supermodel. He held all her bags in his arms.
"June," Jersey called out. "Now, he's a concierge."
June playfully rolled her eyes as she placed her attention on her cellphone.
Suddenly, a few beeps caught Jersey's attention. She looked down at her phone and realized it was an email from the lab. Judging from the email, the blood test results were now in.
Immediately, she opened the email and read the results.
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Jersey's long legs were propped on Malcolm's shoulders as he held her in place. Her eyes were closed while she enjoyed the heartfelt pleasure. Her thick lips closed and gaped like a pattern while she ran her manicured fingers through his head. The pads of her fingers massaged his scalp while her legs rubbed against his skin. He made her come every time he applied pressure—back to back. She allowed faint moans to slip past her lips. Jersey loved the way his tongue traveled all over her clitoris.
She managed to work her hips, trying her best to smother him with her wetness. Jersey wanted him nose deep in her shit, and Malcolm seemed to understand her desire. After coming two more times, she was done, and he appeared to be satisfied with his work. He released her legs and allowed them to drop on the bed.
"Are you tired?" Malcolm asked, leaning over to kiss her.
He was surprised when Jersey grabbed him by the back of his head. She stuck her tongue in his mouth, wanting to taste herself. She wasn't ashamed of being a nasty freak—it was embedded in her.
After sucking on his face, she pulled away and tossed him a lecherous expression. Gently, she whispered, "Put my dick in."
"Oh, it's yours?"
"It's been mine." She replied boldly while softly biting down on her bottom lip.
Malcolm seemed to like the way she was talking and the lewd facial expressions she expressed. It was a major turn-on for him.
He wasted no time pulling his boxers down. Immediately he pushed inside her warmness as they shared a passionate kiss. Moans poured from Jersey's mouth while she wrapped her legs around his waist. They moved fluidly, yet passionately—enjoying the feel of each other's bodies.
Malcolm's gold chain dangled in her face as he pulled away to see her facial expressions. Jersey was just naturally that bitch. She didn't have to do too much to be sexy, and that's what he loved about her. She had sex appeal but didn't show it in public. In private, she couldn't help but be a freak bitch, and Malcolm loved every bit of it.
"Am I hurting your stomach?"
"No." She pushed out. "Keep going, don't stop," Jersey whined.
Malcolm kept complaining about squishing the baby, so they switched positions. Jersey ended up taking back shots, and Malcolm didn't go easy on her. Like the last time, he left her hoarse and almost exhausted. This time, she pulled through by matching the strokes he was throwing at her. Malcolm ended up receiving the best orgasm ever. It had been a while since they had sex, so the feeling of erupting inside an actual vagina was breathtaking. He was vocal and Jersey was stunned.
He pulled out and eventually laid beside her to recover.
"Well...m-my voice is gone again." Jersey pushed out hoarsely, trying to clear her throat.
"Nobody told you to scream..." Malcolm trailed off, looking at her. He pressed his face into the crook of her neck.
"I-I couldn't help it...you were fucking me so good. W-What was I supposed to do?" She asked, closing her eyes.
"Take that shit." His deep voice was like vibration and his beard tickled her neck, causing her to smirk. She stayed quiet, and Malcolm followed her actions. They decided to listen to the sound of the fan that blew in their bedroom.
"You're my East African Queen..." Malcolm muttered under his breath as he continued to lay in the crook of her neck.
"Don't be corny." Jersey laughed while looking at the ceiling fan that rotated continuously.
"I'm serious...and I can be corny if I want to," Malcolm replied as he looked at her. She had him acting differently. "With you."
Hearing Malcolm spew such rare words had Jersey wondering what was up with him. She didn't know if it was her pussy or the fact that he was just in love with her. His confession had her extremely happy.
Both...sis. It's both.
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Stanley, the chief, over the sixty-third precinct, had just left his office when he hopped inside his Volkswagen. He chewed on a piece of gum while starting up his SUV. Suddenly, he placed his eyes on the black folder that sat on the passenger side of his seat.
The folder was unrecognizable. He didn't remember placing it there at all. Curiously, he reached over to grab it. Stanley opened it and scanned the folder. A USB drive fell out and ended up in his lap. Hurriedly, he closed the folder and cursed.
"What the fuck is this?"
The information made him sick to his stomach. However, Stanley had plans to take the folder home and read through it. He would also look at the USB drive.
TO BE CONTINUED