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Malek placed his hands on her head and gently guided her as she sucked him like a lollipop. Halleighâs head game was superb, as if designed just for him. She ran her tongue up and down his length and kissed the tip gently, causing his toes to curl.
He pushed Halleigh back on the bed, and they got into the sixty-nine position. He opened her lips with his tongue and tasted her wetness as he licked at her clitoris, his tongue flicking back and forth, fast and then slow.
Halleigh rotated her groin, making love to Malekâs firm tongue. The better he made her feel, the better she sucked his dick. She couldnât help it; he was making her go crazy and she wanted to suck him until he exploded.
Malek inserted two fingers into her pussy and shoved them into her like it was a hard dick. Moans couldnât help but to escape her lips as he tickled her insides with his fingers and massaged her clit with his tongue. She was riding his face like a cowboy, moving her head up and down like she was bobbing for apples.
Malek was large, and she wanted him inside of her, but she was feeling too good to stop him. He ate her out, and she hit him off until they both reached their climax. She swallowed his seed, leaving his dick spotless, arching her back as she came in his mouth. They both had reached ecstasy at the same time, releasing all of their pent-up tension.
Too exhausted to get up and do anything, Halleigh wrapped herself in Malekâs arm.
âIâma take care of you, Halleigh. You deserve the best, and thatâs what Iâm gonâ give you. Thatâs my word.â
âI already have the best. The world is ours, Malek.â
Malek had to smile at her words. She was the perfect woman for him, and she would always hold him down.
âThe world is ours, Halleigh. I love you, and after I get my dough up, we are going to relocate again. I am going to fly straight, I promise. No more hustling.â
With those words they drifted into a comfortable sleep.
However, before he completely nodded off, Malek had figured out how he would strike back at Scar Johnson. He was going to hit him where it hurt the most. His pockets.
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It seemed like the morning came too quickly because Halleigh was still groggy and exhausted from the night before. She felt the covers being lifted off of her and frowned as the draft of cold morning air caused goose bumps to form on her skin. She knew Malek wanted to pick up where theyâd left off, but she was too tired.
âBaby, stop.â
She felt him run his finger down her thigh.
âMalek, your hands are cold. Stop,â she whined as she kept her eyes closed, not wanting to wake up fully.
It wasnât until Hal heard the shower running that she realized something wasnât right. The sound of running water sparked confusion in her mind. She sat up instantly to find three of Scarâs goons standing in the room, one of whom was standing over her tracing the outline of her ass with a black .38.
âMaââ
Halleigh tried to yell out to Malek, but before she could even get his name out of her mouth, a sweaty hand covered it, silencing her, and three pistols were aimed in her direction, the .38 pointed directly at her temple.
âShut up, bitch,â one of them calmly instructed.
Fear filled Halleighâs body, and her heart felt like it had sunk into her stomach. In any other situation she would have known how to react. She would have taken her chances and reached for the nightstand where she kept her .22. She would have warned Malek that someone was in the house. She would have done something.
But this situation was different. She had been caught off guard, and the goon that had the steel pressed to the side of her head intimidated her. There was something about the way that he looked at her that told her he wouldnât hesitate to pull the trigger. For the first time in a long time she was
Malek placed his hands on her head and gently guided her as she sucked him like a lollipop. Halleighâs head game was superb, as if designed just for him. She ran her tongue up and down his length and kissed the tip gently, causing his toes to curl.
He pushed Halleigh back on the bed, and they got into the sixty-nine position. He opened her lips with his tongue and tasted her wetness as he licked at her clitoris, his tongue flicking back and forth, fast and then slow.
Halleigh rotated her groin, making love to Malekâs firm tongue. The better he made her feel, the better she sucked his dick. She couldnât help it; he was making her go crazy and she wanted to suck him until he exploded.
Malek inserted two fingers into her pussy and shoved them into her like it was a hard dick. Moans couldnât help but to escape her lips as he tickled her insides with his fingers and massaged her clit with his tongue. She was riding his face like a cowboy, moving her head up and down like she was bobbing for apples.
Malek was large, and she wanted him inside of her, but she was feeling too good to stop him. He ate her out, and she hit him off until they both reached their climax. She swallowed his seed, leaving his dick spotless, arching her back as she came in his mouth. They both had reached ecstasy at the same time, releasing all of their pent-up tension.
Too exhausted to get up and do anything, Halleigh wrapped herself in Malekâs arm.
âIâma take care of you, Halleigh. You deserve the best, and thatâs what Iâm gonâ give you. Thatâs my word.â
âI already have the best. The world is ours, Malek.â
Malek had to smile at her words. She was the perfect woman for him, and she would always hold him down.
âThe world is ours, Halleigh. I love you, and after I get my dough up, we are going to relocate again. I am going to fly straight, I promise. No more hustling.â
With those words they drifted into a comfortable sleep.
However, before he completely nodded off, Malek had figured out how he would strike back at Scar Johnson. He was going to hit him where it hurt the most. His pockets.
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It seemed like the morning came too quickly because Halleigh was still groggy and exhausted from the night before. She felt the covers being lifted off of her and frowned as the draft of cold morning air caused goose bumps to form on her skin. She knew Malek wanted to pick up where theyâd left off, but she was too tired.
âBaby, stop.â
She felt him run his finger down her thigh.
âMalek, your hands are cold. Stop,â she whined as she kept her eyes closed, not wanting to wake up fully.
It wasnât until Hal heard the shower running that she realized something wasnât right. The sound of running water sparked confusion in her mind. She sat up instantly to find three of Scarâs goons standing in the room, one of whom was standing over her tracing the outline of her ass with a black .38.
âMaââ
Halleigh tried to yell out to Malek, but before she could even get his name out of her mouth, a sweaty hand covered it, silencing her, and three pistols were aimed in her direction, the .38 pointed directly at her temple.
âShut up, bitch,â one of them calmly instructed.
Fear filled Halleighâs body, and her heart felt like it had sunk into her stomach. In any other situation she would have known how to react. She would have taken her chances and reached for the nightstand where she kept her .22. She would have warned Malek that someone was in the house. She would have done something.
But this situation was different. She had been caught off guard, and the goon that had the steel pressed to the side of her head intimidated her. There was something about the way that he looked at her that told her he wouldnât hesitate to pull the trigger. For the first time in a long time she was
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