Page 45 of Widow Mayker

“Are you gon’ ignore that?” he asked.

I wished I could see if his eyes were as dilated as mine. Heavy was the daze he had me under when he carried me back to my bed. He laid me down and stood over me. Slowly, he removed his tuxedo jacket, then drew the crisp navy-blue button-down from inside his pants. “I told you some real shit in those messages, baby.” He was back to looking upset. For a minute, I was scared. “When I’m done wit’ you, I want you to lay next to me and read me every single one of those fuckin’ messages.”

Seconds later, Kody was on his knees and pulling me to the edge of the bed. His head dipped between my thighs, and he inhaled a decent whiff of me. I shuddered from the heat of his breath tickling my sex as he removed my panties with his teeth. Those same teeth grazed my skin, causing me to jerk. He held me still and used his teeth to tear my panties from my body.

Rapidly, I inhaled and exhaled as his tongue went to work on my pussy. Already, tears formed in my eyes, and I didn’t fight them as they fell. My thighs shook uncontrollably, but all I felt was Kody’s tongue lashing me like I was in the deepest trouble. All I heard was my voice crying out, and his voice urging me to open up some more.

This was the same man who said he didn’t eat pussy. He could give a masterclass on how to properly suck a clit, or how to catch every drop a woman’s body gave without missing a beat. He could also give a masterclass on entering a woman’s body with both power and gentleness.

Even now, he entered me and groaned deeply as he did so. He kissed along my neck, my cheeks, and then my lips as he took me to newer heights. His tongue caressed my nipples, then his teeth followed with bites that caused me to lose my mind.

“You gon’ let me give a fuck about you, Heir?” he asked, then hit me deep.

“Ooh…” I trembled beneath him, unable to take the pleasuring assault. He followed his deep penetration with slow, steady, precision. And there my soft ass was, crying again.

“If I gotta ask you again, you gon’ pay for it,” he warned.

Too afraid to figure out what the hell that meant, my body broke apart at the same time as I shrieked, “Yes!”

Sometime later, my fingers trembled from exhaustion as I pressed the first message Kody sent me.

“Missing you like crazy,” I read. Surprised, I glanced at Kody, who wore a lopsided mug on his face.

“Keep reading,” he commanded lowly.

So, I did. After that first message, I was thoroughly confused as to who this man was. Coupled with the gifts, the way he just sexed me, and the way he really laid there waiting on me to read these messages, I wasn’t sure who Kody was behind that crazy wall he possessed.

KODY

“You ever been down bad for a nigga?” I stood at Heir’s front door, peering down at her freshly washed and moisturized face. She was in a silk robe that did little to hide the budding of her nipples. My mouth was on them a little while ago, having had her up against the shower wall. She was closed off again, her eyes looking everywhere but at me.

“No,” she answered and opened the front door. Her dismissal of me was comical.

“Good.” I would’ve had to kill whatever nigga she mentioned. “I’ma change that. In fact, I’m the only nigga you gon’ ever be down bad over.”

Skeptically, her eyes traced the look on my face, then she burst out laughing. “I love that you think so highly of yourself, Kody. But… There’s no way I’d ever be down bad over you or anyone for that matter. What happened to you and I’ll never be a taken man, anyway?”

I smirked and scratched my beard pensively. “This fuckin’ bad-ass woman with a ruthless tongue and not a shit to give about a nigga kind of changed my mind.”

Her eyebrows snapped together. “Wait… You’re serious.”

“I’m not laughing, not smiling, none of that shit. Matter fact, unless I tell you otherwise, always take me seriously.”

“Well, I hate it for you. I’m not about to take you seriously,” she quipped. “Fucking is one thing. All that other shit is for a woman who isn’t me. Also, I would like for you to stay away from my house. Bell Estates is private property and for good reason.”

“It’s cute that you think you can run me, lil’ mama.”

“That’s the thing,” she replied, “I’m not trying to do anything with you. Let’s leave things where they are. For real this time.”

“For real, huh?”

She nodded. “Leave me alone. Seriously.”

Heir was me wrapped up in a pretty-ass bow. I couldn’t even blame her for being so closed off. If we hadn’t crossed paths, I would’ve still been okay with the simple social life I lived. Now that I considered giving a woman me, she didn’t want my muthafuckin’ ass. I was tempted to not give a fuck and let her be. However, her unwillingness to take me seriously stemmed from the same seed that sprouted my lack of trust in anyone outside of my tight circle.

“We have a lot in common, my Heir.”

“Don’t call me that. I’m not your anything. And just because both of our fathers weren’t shit doesn’t mean shit. I still don’t want to have anything to do with you. Now, will you leave? I have things to do.”