The Sequel to Burns&Bruises
Embark on a poignant journey with Maleek Montique, once a baby now a man shaped by a traumatic past. Thirteen book years post the Burns & Bruises saga, witness the evolution of the once tiny baby into a formidable figure...
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Thursday, July 17th 6:04 pm 📍Sunrise, Florida 🇺🇸
𝚉𝚘𝚕𝚊𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐
Moans of pleasure spill from my lips, in an endless loop.
Thoughts scattered with the light tremor of my lips. My knees buckle forcing me to fall face flat into the mattress, my fingers fold tightly into a fist as my breathing becomes short and laborious.
"Damnnnn" I drag out my words my body trembling.
I feel him slide out of me, a gasp of emptiness and relief slip through my lips.
Fada
Hands wrap around my naked and sweat-coated thighs, Maleek spinning me over onto my back.
Giggles fill the room, my hands slap against my lips to silence the loud squeal that threatens to release deep from my gut at him pulling me towards the edge of the bed.
I hike my legs up, digging my heels deep into the soft mattress.
"Wait," I call a halt to his actions, pressing my shivering hand to his bare chest.
I'm unable to control the laughter that rakes through my body.
Brows knit he stares down at me, trying his best to not join me. "Weh yuh find funny?"
His question forces a scream out of me.
I turn onto my side, hiding my face from him.
The grin that spreads proudly across my face.
He pries my hands away from my face, his face flush with embarrassment.
Shit
"It's not that, look at my hands." I lift my shaking hands in the air, my body matching the same tempo.
Damn, I don't think sex between us has ever been this way before.
It's completely different, more fulfilling than the other times.
He smirks, ignoring my comment. He runs himself between my soaked folds.
Sending electrifying pulses through my body. I shift trying to get more comfortable.
