Mr. Officer (Urban literature)

Chapter 2: WCW

"No." I groaned as I push Malik head away from my neck. I turn on my side with my back to him before snuggling my comfy pillow.

Malik sucked his teeth and I assumed he flopped on the bed. "I was bout to label you my WCW, but like Chris Brown; I'm going to use Beyonce."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't care. Besides you know I hate having pictures of me on social media."

Only because Tyrone can easily find me by social media..

"You need to get over this shy thing. You're going to be my wife soon and I want to show you off to the world."

I turn to him. "You don't have to show me off. Either way I'm still going to be your wife." I grab his big hand. "Now, give me some suga." I ordered.

"Nope."

I gave him a pouty face. "Please. Pretty please." I scooted closer to him so my face was a inch away from his.

He stared at me for a sec before giving in and pecking my lips. "Can I get the cookie now?" He whined.

"Um, no." I laid on my side.

~*~

"I hate when Victoria secret magazines use these fake models with fake boobs. You know under all this makeup they our ugly and insecure." Ashely said as she went through the magazine.

I typed up the last word before saving the document. "Ashely you get butt shots and you wear makeup."

"But under all this makeup I'm hotter than the sun." She close the magazine.

"Then why wear makeup? If you're hotter than the sun."

"Because I have bumps and my cheeks gets flushed."

"Maybe If you stop wearing makeup you wouldn't get bumps and flushed cheeks." I mumbled.

Ashley shrugged. "Mr. Wilson made me his WCW."

"And also five other women."

Ashley huffed. "Tasha why are you so sour with me being with Arnold?"

I chuckled. "Y'all are on first name bases now. Wow." I go to my email and clicked on the document Mr. Wilson sent me. An invitation popped up to a cocktail party he is holding in his mansion. I sighed and turned to Ashley as she kept looking through the magazine. "Arnold is a pig and I don't want you to have your heart broken by a man like him. Besides, he's married."

"He said that he is going to file for divorce." Ashley defended.

Before I can say anything, the elevator door opens and Mr. Wilson walks in with his wife by his side laughing and kissing. Her long blonde hair bounced every time she walks and her green eyes sparkle every time she looks at her husband. Mrs. Wilson could be mistaken as a model, especially when she walks; so much confidence and pride in how she looks.

I looked at Ashley as she had hurt in her eyes, but she instantly covered it up when they stood in front of my desk.

"Hello, Ashley and Tasha." Mrs. Wilson greeted.

I stood up. "Hello, Mrs. and Mr. Wilson."

"I should get back to work." Ashley said with the magazine clutched in her hand. She walked away and went around the corner to her desk.

"Tasha, did you see the invitation?" Mrs. Wilson asked ignoring Ashley's walkout. I think she knows her husband and Ashley are sleeping together, she probably don't want to say anything that'll ruin her marriage. Which it is already ruined.

I nod. "Yes."

"I hope you and your fiancé can come." Mr. Wilson said. "Its tomorrow night."

"I hope so too, but I don't know if Malik has to work tomorrow night. I'll ask when I get home."

"Oh. Arnold's friend is a cop and he said that its this case going on. About drug trafficking." Mrs. Wilson said.

I nod. "Yeah."

"Well hopefully he doesn't get hurt. Four officers already died from the case."

My breath hitch. Malik didn't tell me this.

"Yeah." Mr. Wilson agreed. "They didn't put it on the news, since it was over crowded by the church shooting and the police brutality."

"Oh. Um." I cleared my throat. "Well I should get back to work. Its nice to see you Mrs. Wilson."

"You too Tasha."

They walk pass my desk and into the office where they are probably going to fuck.

~*~

Malik trailed kisses down my bare chest, chubby stomach and to my inner thigh where he skipped my core. Licking, biting and kissing on my inner thighs made me wetter down there.

Finally after all the teasing he reached my core; feeling his long tongue lick my folds, making me explode. Screaming out his name as he continues pleasing me into another orgasm that made my legs quiver.

Malik trailed kisses up my body; letting his body crawl in between my legs. He immediately shoved his tongue down my throat; making me taste my juices.

I heard him unbuckle his pants.

I moved my head to the side so I can breath. Before he can take this further I had to ask. This question has been on my mind all day, I'm trying to hold it but it's on the very tip of my tongue.

"How come you didn't tell me about the killings?"

Malik stopped kissing my neck. "Can we not do this right now?"

"I just want to know. I had to hear it from my boss." I mumbled.

"Just don't worry about it." He whispered in my ear.

How can I not worry?

My mouth gaps open as Malik slowly slide inside me; long and thick.

I wanted to ask more questions, but I couldn't think. The pleasure he was giving me was blocking my thinking.

I wrap my legs around him; making him go deeper than before. Moans slipped out my mouth constantly.

I can feel myself building up. My walls clenched. I screamed out his name as I went through my high. I instantly became tired and I wanted to sleep, but Malik had other plans.

He turned me on my stomach before sliding back in. "I'm not done." he whispered.

I whimpered in response. I knew I should of took a nap when I came home. I was just so stress out from work and the news of the killing I couldn't rest. Now I have to stay up all night.

Give me strength...