Page 117 of Mia

“Took a drive to clear my head since I couldn’t sleep.”

I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the chair before pushing down my joggers and kicking them off. Dressed in nothing but my boxers and socks, I climbed into bed and pulled her into my arms. She rested her head on my chest and threw her leg over me.

“What did you do?” she asked me.

“Mia.”

“Titan. I checked your location. You went to his house.”

I sighed. “I did.”

“Did you kill him?”

“Not him.”

“But you killed somebody.”

“A few people. He had some people there that I was sure gave him a sense of being safe, so I took that from him. I want that muthafucka helpless. As bad as I wanted to kill him tonight, I wouldn’t take that away from you too.”

“You should have woken me up instead of going alone.”

“I wasn’t alone. Quaid was with me.”

Her head popped up. “Quaid?”

I chuckled. “Yes, Quaid. My nigga can shoot. I keep telling y’all not to underestimate him. My parents and I taught him well.”

“So he actually shot somebody?”

“Baby.”

“I’m just saying. I know he isn’t a punk, but a shooter? Damn. I see why my sister is crazy about that man.”

“And he’s crazy about her.” I sighed heavily. “But for real, Mia. I’m tired, baby. I wanna get this over with so we can get back to living. The longer we’re here, the more I feel myself about to come undone. I’ma do some shit I can’t come back from.”

She nodded. “I feel you. We’ll get him tomorrow.”

She peered up at me and pulled my face to hers for a kiss. It quickly migrated into her straddling me. She pulled the oversized shirt over her head and tossed it aside, exposing her perfectly naked frame beneath it. She leaned in and kissed me as she slipped her hand into my boxers.

“Mmmm…” She moaned into my mouth as she stroked my dick. “I need you,” she whispered.

“Use me.”

She didn’t hesitate to pull my dick out and spit on the head. Those crazy brown eyes peered into mine as she lubed me up. Lifting her hips, she slid that pussy down on me with a moan. I gripped her thighs as she slowly rode me, light gasps leaving her lips. As she lifted her hips, she rested a hand on my chest and reached between us, stroking her clit.

“Baby…” she whined. “You feel so good.”

“I know, mamas. Let me taste you.”

She pulled her fingers away and pushed them into my mouth. I sucked her juices from them, savoring the taste of her. She leaned into me, capturing the essence from my lips. As she went to sit back up, I wrapped my fingers around her throat.

“Ride this muthafucka like you love it,” I said.

She smirked as she maneuvered onto her feet. Like there was imaginary music in her head, she rode me to the beat. That pussy slid up and down my dick with ease. She rolled her hips like she was slow grinding against me, tightening her muscles ever so often.

“Shit,” I muttered, watching her coat my dick with her slippery wetness.

“Is it good to you, daddy?” she asked.