“Goddamn, you’re sucking my dick so fucking good. I ain’t ready to cum, but that shit is right there. You gon’ catch it?” When she lifted her watery eyes to his face with a nod, he requested, “Let me see, baby. I want to see you milk my dick and then drink it down.”
His directive pulled an eager whimper out of her as she happily obliged him—fisting his dick with both hands to create a grinding motion while sucking his mushroom headed tip. Relic’s body jerked as a tell sign he was about to bust, and Kennedy opened her mouth wide, jerking his shaft until warmth shot out of him and coated her taste buds. The sight alone made Relic reharden just as quickly as she’d pulled his first nut out of him.
“Fucking love how nasty you are, baby. Swallow,” he asserted, and she did so without preamble. Relic wrapped a hand around his shaft to keep the blood there as he told her, “Bend over and put at ass in the air. I want to feel that pussy from the back.”
His assertiveness was sending Kennedy’s pussy into mild convulsions before he was even inside of her. After peeling off her panties with haste, she climbed in bed on all fours to remind him of why she was his favorite bitch. Relic smacked her ass hard, spread her open, and thrusted inside her drenched hole that sucked him deeper and with more strength than her fucking jaws.
“Why the fuck is your pussy gripping me like this?” he uttered, clasping both hands at her waist as he started beating down her walls.
Kennedy matched his energy, throwing it back at him with her hands clenching the sheets and teeth sinking into her bottom lip. The pressure on her gut was heavy, but his dick knocking against her spot each time she rocked back made up for the pain.
“Fuck, you’re so deep, daddy, but it feels sooo good,” she lauded, deepening her arch to clap her ass against him with more urgency. Relic delivered a few rough smacks to each cheek, making her yelp before she praised, “This dick is pi bon an, daddy! I’m ‘bout to cum for you already.”
“This dick is what, Larenn?” He hit her pussy harder, smirking as her cum glazed him with each stroke. “Where youlearn that at, baby? Tell me again. Tell daddy how I’m the best that’s been in this good ass pussy.”
“You’re the best dick ever, daddy! Fuck, I’m—”
An orgasm rocked through Kennedy’s core so damn hard that her voice failed her. Her body locked up before her ears rang, and vision skewed, while Relic pounded her from the back until he was nutting in her with a low groan as his fingers curled into her sides. Her breathing labored, and she tried to catch it as Relic climbed off her and stood, making her frown as she turned to study him. He hadn’t done that since the first time they had sex.
“What just happened? Is everything alright?”
“Is everything ever alright?” he snapped, making her heart hammer so hard that she thought it was on the verge of breaking out her fucking chest. Relic sighed and tugged up his pants before saying so slowly, she almost missed it, “Tonight.”
That simple word sent her palpitating heart jolting to a stop, causing her breathing to labor. Nasuea hit her, and the air thinned in the room to where she was certain she’d pass out at any second. Kennedy showed none of it on her face.
Relic waited for her to react—for Kennedy to spiral or breakdown like she’d done when she found out about her brother’s murder. He expected her, at the least, to cry like she’d done the first time she found out about his pending arrest. A slow coil started in his stomach when she simply stared but gave him no emotion to feed on.
“Did you hear me?” he verified. She nodded and then climbed out of bed to head to the restroom.
Kennedy, hearing the day had come for Relic’s arrest, put her on autopilot mode. She grabbed a washcloth from the rack and treaded to the sink to take a bird bath while her mind tried recalling what her life had been like before him and how to get back there without his guidance. Her stomach shriveled to a ballas she pictured federal agents storming inside and hauling him off like an animal since he was nothing more than that or a number to them.
She’d told Relic she couldn’t sit by and watch him get shackled, but he hadn’t left her alternate options. Kennedy cleaned out her washcloth, tossed it into the dirty hamper along with her soaked panties, and padded back into the room, knowing the time had come to wrap their shit up in a bow to seal the end of it.
“Is there anything you want to tell me?” she quizzed, garnering his attention from where he sat at the edge of his bed. “Anything you want to get off your chest, or you think I should know to clear the air between us before it happens?”
“I just told you that the Feds are swooping in tonight, and that’s what you ask me? What is there to clear the air about, Kennedy, huh?”
“You tell me.”
Relic stood, pinched his nose bridge, and closed his eyes to level his temper she was trying to make him lose at the worst time. Kennedy was testing his patience, pushing buttons, and crossing his wires as if he wasn’t at the point of detonation. She was forcing his hand to pressure him to confess sins that were meant to stay buried because if they came to light, they’d destroy her. It was like she wanted to hate him and embed him in her mind as the monster she’d been warned he was from day fucking one.
He leveled her a dry look and answered with a crisp tone that didn’t waver, “Whatever you need to know, you already know, Kennedy.”
“Well, in that case, I’ll be on my way. Thanks for the goodbye nut, at least.”
She rolled her eyes and walked to his closet, stepping inside to grab the bag she’d packed to head home after the party forSarge’s funeral. Heat built in her nose and curled to her throat before tears pooled at her lids. Kennedy hung her bag on her shoulder and tamped it down while exiting his closet. Relic was still standing in the floor as if he were confused by her actions. As if she hadn’t given him chance after fucking chance to keep it real with her about what he had done. She ignored him and grabbed her purse to fling on her other shoulder.
“So, that’s it? You’re walking out on me right fucking now, Kennedy?” Relic sneered and shook his head. “The funniest part about this shit is that I’m actually surprised like I didn’t see it coming.”
“Of course, you saw it coming. This is what you paid me to do, right? Stick around until your time’s up. Well, it is, and so is mine because why would I fucking ever!” she stressed, clapping her hands as her expression hardened. “Ever stay with a man who fucked me, moved me in, had me spend time with his child and family, and even killed for me, but couldn’t tell me to my goddamn face that he’s the reason I’m a fucking burn victim! That he caused the most traumatic thing that’s ever happened to me outside of my brother dying. Who the hell in their right mind will stay with a nigga who did that?”
“You.”
Kennedy’s fists balled at that truth, and Relic noticed it before he smirked because he finally got what he craved out of her. A reaction.
“Like I said, whatever you need to know, you know. Do you think I wasn’t aware you knew about the fire? We heard Lomar tell you, Kennedy,” he revealed, watching a fire ignite in her eyes. Relic wanted to retract it, but he was too far gone, and so was she. “The same way I knew about that, I knew you’d stay because you’re a woman, and you all are fucking alike. You’re no different, you just cost a bit more. For the right price, you stuck it out with me just like every other bitch who hated me. Who hadno love for me but wanted what I had to offer them. I would’ve respected you more if you’d really walked away from me.”
“You wanted me to walk away without money for my pain and suffering? I’m independent, Relic. Not an idiot.”
