THIS CHAPTER IS OKAY.
"Wait a minute, what did you just say to me, young lady?" A voice called out, causing Jersey to turn around. She looked over and realized it was just Bernie. Obviously, she was hard of hearing. Jersey had said what she said and was finished with the conversation.
Bernie pointed her manicured finger at Jersey and said, "Don't you talk to me like that. You don't know me."
"And you don't know me either, and yet you're cursing at me and telling me how I better not fuck up with your grandson." Jersey snapped back. "You need to talk to him and not me about fucking up relationships. Now, if you will excuse me...I need to find him."
Bernie stood there with her mouth gaped. She ran her hands together, watching Jersey wander away from her.
Where the hell is he? Jersey cursed under her breath as she tried to survive through the sea of people who continued to fill the house.
To her left, she could see Dean and Shaye. The pair was busy sharing a glass of punch. Shaye wore a bright smile as she laughed away with the beverage in her hand. Dean held a neutral expression on his face as he continued the conversation with her.
Jersey rolled her eyes, not convinced by their relationship. She knew a last-minute decision when she saw one. Judging from Dean's furrowed brow and sullen expression, he didn't mean to invite Shaye.
Then why bring her? Jersey questioned herself as she wrinkled her nose.
"Who pissed you off?"
Startled by the deep voice, Jersey jumped a little and turned around. She knew who the voice belonged to; he just caught her in her vulnerability.
Malcolm examined her as he lifted a brow and tilted his head to the side. He noticed that she still had an ill expression etched across her sienna-colored face.
He put all of the jokes aside and inched closer to her.
"What's wrong?"
"That lady..." Jersey trailed off while folding her arms. "I'm assuming she's your grandmother."
Malcolm lowered his eyes. He knew she was talking about Bernie. After finding out about Jersey's past—thanks to June—she'd already made it clear that she didn't care for Jersey. "The fuck she do to you?"
Jersey pushed out some air from her lips and rolled her eyes back over to Malcolm. With her arms still folded, she shrugged her shoulders and said, "She just...walked up to me and started talking about how she heard about me and if I hurt you and fuck over you, she's coming for me."
Malcolm lowered his head. He was upset with his grandma for her words, but he was also thankful that she didn't mention Jersey's past. Malcolm wasn't worried about Jersey's feelings being hurt. Instead, he was concerned about his grandmother's wellbeing. Jersey had a temper and could get lethal if pissed off enough.
"...How does she even know me?" Jersey questioned Malcolm as she leaned over, trying to look at his handsome face. "I mean...she was cool with me until I told her my name was Jersey."
"Shit..." Malcolm trailed off while shaking his head. "June."
Jersey raised her eyebrows as she backed away. "Oh, so June been talking about me to your family?"
"I talked to her about it."
"Malcolm...I swear," Jersey warned him while shaking her index finger. "I'm trying to be peaceful and respectful because I just met your family. But I'm not with that drama shit. I'm going to defend myself."
"I understand that, but you don't have to worry about it." Malcolm grabbed both of her hands and pulled her close to his hardened stomach. "I got you."
She exhaled deeply, looking off with a tight-lipped expression. Malcolm's little speech didn't move her at all. She contemplated on finding June and whooping her ass.
"I should find her right now and whoop her ass."
Malcolm didn't want her to get riled up. He shook his head and said, "You're good, I promise."
A slight bump caused Malcolm to frown instantly. He looked over his shoulder and realized his cousin had managed to bump him. The honey-colored youngster stood there with his dark brown dreads pulled up into a ponytail. Only a speckle of hair was sprouted on his upper lip and chin.
"Where the fuck you been, man?" Malcolm broke the frown and instantly gave his cousin a smirk. He let go of Jersey to greet his cousin wholly.
"I've been working, bro."
"Out in California, right?"
"Yeah." His cousin nodded his head as he showed off his entirely white and straightly aligned teeth. "I'm driving trucks and shit. I went and got my CDL."
"That's good to hear. I'm proud of you, Scooter."
"Thanks, man." Scooter placed his eyes on Jersey, who watched them converse. "Who is this?"
Malcolm noticed the sparks in his cousin's eyes as he looked over at Jersey. He placed his arm around Jersey's waist and pulled her into his big arms. Scooter gaped his mouth and shot his cousin a knowing look.
Jersey looked over at Malcolm with a curious glance.
"Alright, I see you," Scooter spoke. "But does this beautiful lady have a name?"
"...Jersey." She spoke up, shooting a sheepish smirk.
"Nice to meet you beautiful." Scooter greeted back. He reached out for her hand. Hesitantly, she allowed him to do so and couldn't help but notice how calloused his hands were.
Malcolm shot his cousin a guarded look as he stood there and watched the scene before him. Covertly, he told his cousin that Jersey was for him, but Scooter didn't give a fuck.
"So..." Malcolm pushed out, grabbing Jersey's hand out of Scooter's. "How long will you be out here in Brooklyn?"
Scooter tilted his head to the side; he caught on to his cousin's motive. Instead of calling it out, he just smirked a little and said, "Actually, I'm moving back for good. I'm starting a trucking business out here."
"That's cool, cool..." Malcolm pushed out with a stiff nod.
"Hopefully, we can link up." Scooter suggested while placing his eyes back on Jersey, who was busy tapping away on her iPhone.
"Let's do that," Malcolm responded as he wrapped his arm around Jersey's waist once again; this time, he pulled her closer.
"Finally!" A voice called out, catching everybody's attention. Cliff stood in the middle of the den. "The food is out. Everybody, let's eat."
"Oh shit." Malcolm cursed as he leaned over to speak to Jersey. "Let's grab a plate."
Jersey let out a nervous breath and allowed Malcolm to lead.
The duo made their way into the kitchen and noticed how neat the Thanksgiving spread was laid out.
There was a lot of food on the table: turkey, ham, homemade stuffing, candied yams, potato salad, macaroni and cheese, greens, cornbread, and so much more. Everything did look great; too bad Jersey was a picky eater.
"June will be fixing the plates," Bernie announced. "Start a line." She continued to boss everyone around.
Malcolm wasted no time getting in line with Jersey right beside him. It didn't take them long to make it to the front. June wasn't the only person fixing plates. There was a light-skinned woman who was busy running her mouth while fixing a plate, and Morgan. The trio wore gloves as they stood over the food.
"Oh, my God." Jersey muttered to herself.
"What y'all want?" June asked, lips pursed as she shifted her weight on her right leg. She tried to maintain her attitude as she glanced over at Jersey, who was rocking a new hair color.
Hmm, it's cute. June thought to herself as she continued with the cold snub.
"What you want, baby?" Malcolm asked Jersey.
Jersey looked over at June and back at the food that was settled in front of her. The baby word seemed to shock both Jersey and June. Of course, Jersey heard that word from him many times before. However, this was his first time saying it around people, the public.
"Ham, some stuffing, macaroni and cheese, and some potato salad."
Malcolm raised an eyebrow, noticing Jersey's limited food choice. "That's it?"
She looked over at him and said, "some yams..."
"Nah." Malcolm shook his head. "I already know my moms made the yams. She put cinnamon in it."
"Oh..." Jersey trailed off with a slight pout. "Well, I do want a roll, and that's about it."
June held a suspicious look on his face as he continued to talk to Jersey. She found it weird how caring her brother was towards the woman.
Instead of addressing it, she just started fixing both of their plates. June managed to push Jersey's plate towards her.
"Add more stuffing, don't be stingy girl," Malcolm told his sister as he lifted his chin.
June sucked her teeth, but did as instructed. After adding more stuffing, she passed him the plate.
"So, let me get something straight..." June trailed off, catching their attention.
"What?" Malcolm questioned her.
"Y'all are a thing?"
Jersey looked over at Malcolm and nodded her head. "We are." She placed her eyes on June and said, "Get used to it."
June narrowed her eyes as she watched them walk away.
The pair made their way into the dining room with their plates. It was grand territory for Frida. She didn't allow people in her feasting room—unless it was for a great cause—like her birthday or the holidays.
"This is amazing...your mom really can decorate." Jersey managed to compliment the décor over the noisy guests. "And look at how long the table is."
"It's a second hobby for her," Malcolm spoke as he paved the way for them. He wrapped his hand around Jersey's to keep her secured.
"I can see that."
She continued to examine the large dining room that looked so unreal. The walls were painted in a dark gray with painterly portraits lined up neatly on the wall. Jersey looked down and noticed how shiny the bamboo flooring was. Frida managed to get her floors buffed.
An extended dining table stood at the center of the floor with white upholstered chairs. Tableware and utensils were set adequately around the table, along with tulip-shaped champagne glasses.
They took their seats and watched as the table started filling up with people. Both Malcolm and Jersey took seats in the middle of the table. Frida sat at the head while Bernie took the other side. The rest of the family members managed to occupy the rest of the seats.
Malcolm's family didn't do the whole Thanksgiving tradition since they had their version of it. Instead of wasting time on long speeches about being thankful, they decided to eat and converse with the person beside them or in front of them.
Jersey wasted no time unwrapping her silverware from the napkin. She started on the stuffing that sat on her plate. Her eyes widened in surprise when she tasted many different flavors—celery, onions, and seasonings.
She moved on to the potato salad and eventually tried everything on her plate. As expected, the food was good. However, she didn't care too much for the ham. In her opinion, it was too sweet.
Malcolm didn't speak much. He was also invested into his food. Unlike Jersey, he had a lot of food piled up on his plate. She placed her hand on his thigh underneath the table and gave it a squeeze.
He looked over at her and raised his eyebrows as he chewed and swallowed the remaining of his food. "You good?"
Jersey couldn't help but smirk at him. "Yeah."
"You like your food?"
She nodded her head while forking through the macaroni and cheese. It was baked to perfection. The large elbow macaroni was covered with gooey and melty cheese.
Jersey looked up and suddenly looked over to her right. She noticed Scooter sitting across from her—not directly. He was busy talking to someone else, but he decided to look over. They looked at each other for a minute, he eventually winked and went back to eating.
Jersey blinked a few times as she placed her attention back on her plate. Scooter was fine as hell—she could see that. His honey-complexion was smooth and flawed-free, he had long dreads that were neatly twisted, his lips were pink and luscious, and he had white teeth that he managed to show a lot.
He was fine as hell. Too bad he was related to Malcolm.
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Dessert was served and everybody eventually moved over to the den. Music continued to play while the men decided to start a game of Spades.
Cliff held the deck of cards in his hands as he shuffled them like an expert. A group of rowdy men sat around the table talking trash to one another while snatching up their cards. Malcolm was one of the participants.
Jersey was right by his side, noticing how loud he was with his family around. It was weird seeing him joking and talking loudly with people. Usually, he stayed quiet and only limited himself to a few words.
Bernie walked over with a tray that was occupied with short glasses. She looked over at Jersey and cut her eyes.
"Drinks, fellas." She proceeded to hold out the tray.
"What the hell is that?" Cliff questioned her as he frowned, surveying the beverages.
"White Russian, fool." Bernie answered as she watched the men grab the glasses.
"With pumpkin spice, Kahlua, and vodka." Frida added as she made her way over with two drinks in her hands. She looked over at Jersey, giving her a warm smile. "Hey, are you alright?"
"I'm okay." Jersey replied.
"Here, have a drink."
Jersey wasted no time grabbing the cold beverage.
Frida leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Malcolm told me not to add cinnamon to yours. He says you're allergic."
"I am. Thank you."
"No problem." Frida spoke up, "You want to come and hang out with the girls? It'll be a lot better than sticking in here with these loud ass men."
Being away from Malcolm made her feel nervous but she didn't want to tell Frida no. She nodded her head and proceeded to stand up. Malcolm looked up at her, wandering what she was doing.
"I'm going to hang out with the girls."
"Oh, alright." Malcolm placed his attention back on the game, causing Jersey to follow Frida out into the living room where all of the women were.
As expected, both June and Morgan were sitting in the living room with the rest of the women. Jersey pushed out another nervous breath as she looked down at her drink. She gulped a large amount, needing the alcohol to calm her down.
Frida noticed her and placed her hand on the young girl's back.
"Don't worry about them fucking with you." Frida spoke up as her eyes narrowed. "It's my birthday and everything is supposed to be cool."
Jersey only nodded her head.
"But if shit gets out of hand. I give you permission to whoop some ass."
"Hopefully it won't." Jersey laughed a little, trying her best to stay positive.
As soon as she walked further into the room, she was greeted by some of Malcolm's cousins. They looked happy to see her join them. The women held glasses in their hands as they conversed amongst one another.
"Hey, Jersey." Jordan, Malcolm's cousin, greeted her warmly. She was kneeling beside the coffee table, cutting up paper. "We're about to play a game."
"What kind of game is it again?" Frida questioned them.
"It's called Tell Us," June answered with an eye roll. "Lame as hell."
"It's thanksgiving, and this is a family game. So, chill out." Jordan remarked as she wrinkled her nose. "Anyway, do you want to play with us, Jersey?"
"Tsk..." Morgan pushed out while pursing her lips. She sat on the couch, legs crossed, and her eyes glued on her phone.
"Yeah, I'll play," Jersey replied as she took a seat beside Carla.
"I want to play too," Frida called out. Jersey noticed how comfortable she looked. Frida managed to kick off her shoes. She assumed the woman grew tired of walking around in heels.
"We're all playing," Jordan stated as she tossed her hair back. "So, I'll go first to show you how to play. I put the colors and their sentences on the board up there."
Jordan grabbed the box filled with paper and shook it, trying to mix the colors. She turned her head and reached into the box, grabbing a piece of paper.
"Orange, dammit."
"Oooh." Carla exclaimed while looking over at the board. "Orange says, telling us something you do well. Come on, Jordy!"
"Umm..." Jordan trailed off as she tapped on the orange paper. "I can draw, duh. That's why I'm majoring in arts."
"That she does. You see that portrait on the wall? Jordan created that for me. I had it framed two months ago." Frida pointed out to Jersey. She looked over and examined the masterpiece that hung on the center of the wall. It was a portrait of a black panther, looking fierce and sleek.
"I love it."
"She has a thing for cats, so I surprised her with it." Jordan explained with a smirk.
"Next person, Frida. How about you go since you're the birthday girl." Carla suggested.
"Okay." Frida wasted no time grabbing the box. She shook it a few times, turned her head, and grabbed a piece of paper. When she looked down at the paper, she couldn't help but to wrinkle her nose. "Blue? What does the board say?"
"Tell us something you would like to do within the next six months?" Jordan spoke calmly.
"That's easy." Frida shrugged her shoulders. "I want to travel to Romania."
"Please." June jibed, "She'll be in Romania soon."
"Actually, I'm going to Jamaica for my birthday. Like I said, Romania is still on my list." Frida corrected her daughter as she tossed the paper on the table. She passed the box over to Jersey who held it anxiously in her hands.
Bernie walked inside the living room and leaned on the archway. Her hair was pressed and flowing down her back. She wore a cozy sweater with some tight-fitting pants that showed off her hips and round booty. A diamond bracelet covered her left wrist while rings occupied her fingers. She sported long American nails that complimented her hands.
"Free, you have more guests." She announced while folding her arms. The women only glanced over at her for a brief moment.
"Who?"
"Raymond, Dock, Grace, and Amber's goofy ass..."
Jersey shook the box and did like Frida. She picked a color and turned around to see which one she randomly selected.
"Yellow for Ms. Jersey..." Jordan trailed off while looking over at the board. "Tell us one good thing from your childhood."
Jersey's smile slowly decreased from her face as she thought about her childhood. It wasn't a good one, at all. With a drug dealer for a mother and a madam for grandmother who ran a brothel. She couldn't think of one good thing from her childhood.
She shook her head and said, "I don't know."
"Aw, come on." Carla pressured her lightly.
Jersey shook her head, trying her best not to fall into the trap. The girls were begging her to play along. All except for Morgan, Michelle, and June. They were too busy watching her closely.
"I guess you didn't have a good childhood." Bernie called her out as she walked inside.
Jersey looked over at the pettish woman and wrinkled her nose. She didn't reply instantly since her brain was still trying to process what Bernie said.
"Mama..." Frida warned her.
"That's none of your business." Jersey stated with an attitude. "You don't know me."
"Well excuse me." Bernie replied dramatically with her hands spread out as if she was innocent.
"She only asked you a simple question, that's all." Morgan interjected. "Don't get an attitude. The game is called Tell Us , so you're supposed to tell us about your childhood."
Jersey leaned over the table, wanting to show Morgan and every woman in the room that she was not about to put up with no petty shit.
"I don't want to, and I don't have to."
"And that's fine." Jordan voiced with a head nod. "Pick another color, Jersey."
"Morgan, I know you're not trying to argue with Hershey!" A loud voice filled the room.
The girls looked over and realized it was just Amber. She walked inside with a plate of food in her hand.
"Shut up." Morgan jibed as she curled her upper lip.
"Don't get mad at me..." Amber trailed off, swallowing her food. "I heard she whooped your ass at the bar and if you keep up with the smart antics, she might do the shit again."
"Amber, really?" June called her out, head tilted and all.
"Hell yeah." She responded. "Yo, some of y'all don't know Hershey. All I'mma say is that she's not to be messed with. She cold with her hands—ask Morgan."
"Alright, enough..." Frida objected with a smirk on her face. She couldn't mask her laugh at all. Michelle, on the other hand, saw nothing humorous about it. She wanted to out Jersey for putting her hands on her daughter. Instead, she sat there with a pout on her face.
"Very fucking funny..." Morgan muttered.
"I mean no disrespect though. Happy Birthday, ma." Amber leaned over to give Frida a peck on the cheek. "I got you something..."
"Thank you. Where's your mama?"
"You know she love playing Spades. She out there playing a quick hand."
"Find a seat and join us, Amber." Carla suggested sheepishly.
"What y'all playing?"
"Tell Us." Frida replied.
"Oh, shit." Amber replied dryly. "Y'all tryna get all in my business."
"You can go after Jersey. Pick another color." Jordan shook the box around and held it out for Jersey to pick. Instead of picking another color, Jersey pushed the box back and shook her head.
"I can stick with yellow."
"Alright, well good ahead."
"Umm...As a child, my mom would wake up early to fix me and my brother some breakfast." A small smirk plastered across her face as she thought about her mom. Before moving with Vivienne, she stayed in a badass brownstone with Terrie and Preach. "She used to fix me pancakes...thin pancakes, with the crispy edges. That's one favorite thing from my childhood. My mom's pancakes."
Everybody noticed the little trance she was in, so they gave her a minute to come down from it.
"You know I love pancakes with crispy edges, too..." Amber trailed off. She lifted her chin and said, "Hook me up with the recipe, Hershey."
"I'm saying." Jordan concurred while slapping hands with Amber.
The girls continued the game with drinks and laughs. Later that evening, Bernie announced it was time for cake. The den was crowded with people who wanted to witness Frida blow out her birthday candles.
The guests all sang happy birthday in a chorus, making her feel special. iPhones waved in the air, recording and taking photos of the beautiful forty-year-old. When she blew out the candles, they cheered her on as she proceeded to cut it.
"Thank you." Jersey expressed gratitude as she grabbed her cake. Suddenly, she felt a warm body up against hers. Her brows frowned since the person had the nerve to snake their arm around her waist.
"You enjoying yourself?"
Instantly, she calmed down and looked over. Malcolm stood there with his eyes narrowed. He held a glass of whisky in his hand. Judging from his relaxed expression, she knew he had way too many drinks. He was tipsy, or possibly drunk.
"I am..." She replied, looking down at his glass. "And it looks like you are too."
Malcolm stirred his glass with a slight shake. "Yeah, that White Russian wasn't enough."
"It should've been more than enough. Especially since you're here celebrating thanksgiving and your mom's birthday."
"I'm good." Malcolm slurred, nodding as he lifted off of her.
"Happy birthday!" The loud voice caught a lot of attention.
"What the hell is wrong with you, boy?" Cliff cursed out the youngster who walked inside with two large giftbags.
"My bad, Cliff."
"You damn right your bad. Drop the gifts off and get your ass out of here." Cliff cursed. "You just don't learn, Ryder."
"My bad, Pops." Ryder chuckled as he touched his chest while making his way over to Frida. He kissed her on the cheek and presented her with gifts.
"His loud ass brought Hope." Malcolm stated.
"Yeah, I wonder where Kelli is..." Jersey trailed off, in deep thought.
"Daaamn." Amber laughed beside them, causing them to divert their attention to her. "Hope built like a linebacker."
"That's mean."
"I'm just saying..." Amber trailed off. "She don't have no ass, she's just all shoulders. Even you have more ass than her, Hershey."
"Stop body shaming people." Jersey told her while holding back a laugh.
"Let's go and holler at him." Malcolm suggested.
"Actually, you go. I'm about to sit down and eat this cake."
"Get me a piece—to go." Malcolm stated while walking off, not giving her time to say no. Amber followed behind him, wanting to tease Ryder about him coming to the event with his baby mama.
Jersey rolled her eyes as she managed to find a seat on the couch where a couple of Malcolm's younger cousins were sitting and watching some weird cartoon on Cartoon Network.
"Why you over here by yourself?"
Jersey looked up as she licked the icing from her spoon. Unintentionally being sexy while doing so.
Scooter's eyes widened with excitement as he took a seat beside her.
"I'm just...eating my cake." She shrugged her shoulders, not knowing how to answer his question.
"I can see that..." Scooter licked his lips while rubbing his hands together. "You seem like a loner."
"Kind of—I am."
"Nothing wrong with that...so you and Malcolm."
"What about us?"
"Y'all dating or what?"
Jersey dropped her spoon and slid the plate on the coffee table. She turned her attention back to Scooter who she knew was interested in her.
"I'm not sure what we're doing." She replied coolly.
"Well, when you're done figuring that out, use this." Scooter slid her a business card with his personal number written on the back.
Jersey's mouth gaped as she looked down at the rectangular card.
"You would really go behind your cousin?"
"Shit..." Scooter surveyed Jersey once again. "For you, hell yeah."
"Well, I'm not like that." She looked at his card once again and placed it on his lap. "Here's your card."
Unbeknownst to Jersey, Malcolm was watching everything. He witnessed her sliding the card on his cousin's lap and smirked to himself.
She knows better.
However, he wasn't the only one watching her.
Dean and Dock couldn't seem to take their eyes off of her.
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"Malcolm, let me take your shirt off."
"Why?"
"Because you're drunk." Jersey spilled while pulling up his shirt. She couldn't help but to notice his hard abs that covered his dark brown skin.
"I am?"
"You are and I told you not to drink anymore and yet you did."
"I know..." He replied, running his hand over his face.
"Hold your arms up so I can take this shirt off." She instructed while pulling his shirt, trying her best to take it off. He laid there on her air mattress. It took her a while to get him up to her apartment, but she managed to do so.
"You taking this off of me, you better be ready to get this dick."
She couldn't help but to laugh at him. He was in no condition to fuck her tonight and that, she knew.
"You might want to sleep the alcohol off, buddy."
"Naw, I'm serious." Malcolm told her while grabbing her by her tiny waist. "You was looking real good tonight, smelling real good too. You expect me not to fuck you?"
She leaned over and said, "I'm not having sex with you while you're drunk."
"I gave you drunk dick before." He objected while unbuckling his pants. She watched as he slid them down, along with his boxers. Jersey's mouth flew open when she saw how erected Malcolm was. His dick was hard and pointed up, with a slight curve.
She could feel her mouth watering, wanting to suck the skin off.
"No." Jersey declined with a headshake. "And besides, we don't have any condoms. You know I'm not taking that birth control anymore."
"Worry about that later. Yo, come on." He pleaded in a low voice. Malcolm grabbed the string to her robe and pulled it, revealing her naked body. Quickly, Jersey pulled her robe together, not wanting him to see her nudeness.
"Jerse." He begged, sitting up. Malcolm managed to pull her against him. "I don't care about that."
"So, you don't care about getting me pregnant, again?"
"Hell no." Malcolm answered quickly. "I want a baby with you.
"I don't want a baby." She retorted.
"I'll pull out." Malcolm continued to beg.
"I'm about to take a shower."
"Shower later."
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Malcolm stood up and pulled her robe from body. He allowed it to drop on the carpet. He examined her body, from head to toe, loving how sculptured she was.
He leaned over and ran his tongue over her dark, hard nipple while grabbing her ass. Jersey bit down on her lower lip, feeling the heat forming throughout her. She ran her hand over his head and watched as he flicked her nipple with his tongue. He even switched over to the right nipple, showing it some attention.
"Lay down."
Jersey wasted no time laying down. Malcolm stood over her, spreading her legs. He got on his knees and leaned down to run his tongue over her slit. Instantly, Jersey felt herself tensing up from the sensitive feeling.
Malcolm grabbed her legs, pinning them further up with one hand. He wanted to see and taste every inch of her. Her head fell back into the pillow as she gaped her mouth.
"Oooh." She moaned lowly while easing her eyes on him. She watched as he kept his attention on her clit. He made sure to give it a lot of love as he created a suction around it while sliding two fingers inside of her.
She squealed out in excitement while moving her lower half. Malcolm continued, never letting, causing her moans to grow louder. Eventually, her legs started to shake as she grabbed the blankets nearby, grasping them in her hands.
After she settled from her orgasm, he went back in, showing her love by slithering his tongue all over slit. Her chest stuttered with every lick. Malcolm grabbed her waist as he managed to snake his tongue in a foreign area. Jersey's eyes popped open, she wanted to tell him to stop but it felt too good.
"Fuck." She breathed out in agony.
Orgasm after orgasm, after orgasm.
The pleasure didn't stop there. Jersey lazily raised up and grabbed Malcolm's dick. It was still hard, heavy, and veiny. With his dick in her hands, she went to work. She wrapped her hands around his shaft, stroking it while slithering her tongue around the tip.
Malcolm ran his hand through her hair, not caring if he messed it up. He paid close attention, watching her do her thing. She never missed, which is what had him stuck. As soon as she started taking more of him in her mouth—inch by inch, he lost it.
His used his hips to pump more of his dick in her mouth. Jersey never once complained. She continued to suck him into her mouth while stroking him.
That didn't last long.
"Damn, watch out." Malcolm called out, feeling himself about to bust. He didn't want to cum so soon, so he pulled away and told her to get on all fours.
Following his instructions, she got on all fours and managed to arch her back. Malcolm got behind her and grabbed her by the waist, adjusting her position. He grabbed his thick dick, stroked it, and eventually found Jersey's opening.
She hissed silently, trying her best to take the pain. It had been a minute since they had sex and him stretching her out did hurt a little. He pumped his hips a little, trying to start the progression as she pulled away.
"Stop running." He instructed with a slap across the butt cheek. Jersey groaned out with her eyes shut tightly. Her brows were furrowed in pain—the good kind that made her croon loudly.
Eventually, she was able to take what he was giving her. Jersey's breathing grew heavy as she started bouncing on his dick, wanting to feel more of it. She winded her hips lovingly, causing Malcolm to slip. He couldn't help but to moan right with Jersey.
Her body was something mysterious, yet pleasurable to him. He leaned over and grabbed a handful of her breasts as he found a stable grip and pounded away.
"Oh, shit!" Jersey yelped out, feeling herself leak. Another orgasm ripped through her. She didn't understand how this was possible. Here she was, on her fourth orgasm.
Malcolm continued to penetrate her since his orgasm was close. All he could think about was Jersey's tight body and how chocolatey it looked. Her moans were beautiful and encouraging. Her pussy was fat, shaven, and soaking wet. Her hips moved like fluid as she danced on his dick, leaving residue of her wetness behind as evidence of pleasure.
"Aaahh..." Malcolm groaned as he spilled his seeds inside of her. He didn't feel the need to pull out. Instead, he just pumped away with her hips tightly wrapped in his hands. "Shit."
When he pulled out, he slapped her on the ass hard and eventually laid on the other side of the air mattress. Jersey, still on all fours, placed her attention on him.
"Not this fast." She said to herself.
Malcolm was asleep with a drunk mind and drained dick.
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Malcolm
An aching pain ran through Malcolm's head as he tried to sit up. When he opened his eyes, he winced a little. Jersey sat on the carpet with her legs crisscrossed. Her MacBook Air sat in her lap.
The sound of his groans caught her attention. She looked over at him but didn't speak at all.
"Damn, my head hurts."
Jersey rolled her eyes, not wanting to speak.
"The fuck is wrong with you?"
"You is what's wrong with me."
"Yo..." Malcolm trailed off, not wanting to argue. "It's too early for this shit, Jerse. My fucking head hurts and I'm hungry."
"I don't care." She pushed out. "You didn't pull out last night."
Malcolm wrinkled his nose and said, "What?"
"You heard me, you nutted in me, that's what."
"I'll get you a Plan B." He shrugged it off.
"I'm not playing this game with you again."
"What game? Just get the fucking Plan B, why you tripping?"
"I'm tripping because this is not the first time this shit has happened to me. Remember? I got pregnant before and you ran away from me? I'm not trying to go through that again. We're not even together now—I should have never had sex with you without a condom anyway."
"We're not together?" He reiterated with a frown. "We're not together?"
"No, we're not."
Malcolm grew hot as he stared at the side of Jersey's bedhead. He couldn't believe that she let those words slip out of her mouth. From what he could understand, they were still together.
"If we're not together then why did you say that shit to June yesterday?"
"Because your sister is nosy as hell." Jersey remarked.
"I'm not doing this shit with you, Jerse." Malcolm stood up, stretching his nude body. He managed to grab his boxers and put them on.
"Either you buy the fucking Plan B or expect a baby in nine months, your choice."
She rolled her eyes at his choice of words.
He walked off and made his way into the bathroom. After taking a piss, he washed his hands and started rummaging around in her medicine cabinet. A small stash box fell into the sink, causing Malcolm to throw a curious glance at it.
He picked it up and examined it before opening the wooden box. When he opened the box, it revealed a rolled blunt that was stuffed with weed. He held the blunt in his hands, trying to inspect it.
His brows furrowed in anger, not wanting to believe his theories.
Jersey sat in her bedroom with her MacBook still in her lap. She noticed an iMessage had popped up on her screen.
Gabriel.
So, this is yo spot? Gabriel.
Yeah, be here around four. Jersey.
TO BE CONTINUED