Hood Tales Volume 1

“Mmmm, oh yesss, baby!” The sweetest moan bounced off of the four walls of the bedroom and back to Malik’s ears.

“You like that shit, girl?” he asked, forcing her to arch her back deeper than it already was.

Malik continued to plow into her from behind, throwing his head back and clenching his eyes shut. The way her pussy lips gripped his shaft had him feeling higher than the kush still circling around in his system. She caught each thrust like a good catcher was supposed to, and met him with some power of her own. His hands gripped her small waist, and the reason his eyes were clenched was because he couldn’t handle the sight of his dick getting swallowed up by her fat ass and swollen womanhood. She was so wet that, mixed with her loud moans, there was a sound similar to a big pot of macaroni and cheese being stirred.

“I swear to God you got the best pussy, baby,” he panted, not able to hold in the small moan that escaped his lips. “Damn, Robin! Bounce that shit back just like that!”

“I can’t,” Robin whimpered as she felt her clit swell up.

After the hit, Malik had offered to take Robin home when she said that she didn’t want to sleep at the safe house with Justin and Donte. Amos ended up leaving as well, but he was the last thing on her mind. She knew what she and Malik were doing behind Justin’s back was wrong, but she couldn’t deny the feelings she had for Malik. Honestly, she couldn’t explain her feelings for the man if she tried; she just knew that he lit a fire inside of her, one that made her want to jump his bones whenever she saw him. He gave her the best sex she’d ever had in her twenty-five years of life, and needless to say, she was hooked.

That night, the two booked a hotel suite and dumped money on top of the king-sized bed. There was something about fucking on top of thousands that did something for Robin’s sexual drive. She loved the rough feeling of the paper against her naked body, and the bills comforted her when she needed something to grip while he was riding her—like right at that moment, when her love button exploded and her moans turned into screams.

“Cream all over daddy’s dick.” Malik encouraged her orgasm when he felt her buck in his grip. “Go ahead, baby. Daddy won’t be mad at you. Just know I’m not done with you. I need three more.”

Although he loved the feel of her juices flowing around his manhood, he would have rather had them on his face and his mouth. He flipped Robin over on her back with little effort, giving her the perfect view of his perfectly sculpted muscular frame. Her beautiful body was still quivering from the intensity of her orgasm, and she blinked her eyes rapidly to stop them from rolling in the back of her head.

“You want me to finish myself off?” he asked, stroking himself with his left hand and grabbing one of her succulent breasts with the other. He watched her perfect teeth bite her juicy bottom lip when he squeezed her nipple gently between his fingers. “I don’t think you can handle another round.”

“No, please give me more,” Robin begged weakly, lifting her legs and opening them as wide as she could. “This is your pussy, baby. Take it. You can fuck me for however long you want, as hard as you want. You can hurt me and I won’t tell you to stop. I promise. Just please make me cum again. Please, daddy, please!”

Malik watched Robin’s hand slide down her flat stomach until it found what it was searching for. The purple chrome polish on her long acrylic nails looked even better as her hand softly slapped her sticky love box. He licked his full lips and felt his dick grow even harder in his hand. In the streets, Robin was the hardest chick you could find. She didn’t play any games and didn’t take shit from anybody. He would have never guessed that she was that submissive in the bedroom.

“I love how freaky you are, ma. Nasty-ass girl, you want me to fuck you again, huh?”

“Yessss.”

“Well, I want to eat this pussy.” He let her breast go and dived in face first.

His tongue was met with the taste of her sweet nectar, and he gripped her thighs so she couldn’t run from him. She knew that to be a sign of him meaning business, and she gripped the bedsheets, trying to prepare for pure ecstasy. His tongue showed her clit no leniency, and with each lick, Robin’s body jerked. Her hands found the back of his head and her fingers nestled in the soft curls of his high-top curly, tapered fade. She was scared to push his face deeper in her love box because she didn’t know if she could take it, but she didn’t want him to stop anytime soon. While her body shook and withered at his mercy, she silently thanked every woman who had come before her. They taught him the art of a woman’s sex, and he mastered it. Malik licked, sucked, and kissed all over her sweet pussy until she had cum two more times in his mouth and his face was completely drenched.

That time, Malik didn’t give her a chance to recuperate. Placing his strong hands behind her knees, he pushed her legs to the side of her face and stuffed his thick ten inches back inside of her. He knew she would have preferred for him to go slow until her orgasm subsided, but there was a fire inside of him that was screaming for him to pound her out.

“Ahhhh!” Robin hollered as a thin stream shot from between her legs and onto his stomach. “Malik! Malik, I can’t take it, babyyy!”

“Yes, you can,” Malik said while he gave her long, hard strokes. He leaned in so that he could place his mouth on hers and kiss her tenderly. “Take this dick. Take all this dick.” He gave her five more good thrusts before slamming into her one last time.

“Shit!” he called out and squeezed her legs tight as he released his nut inside of her. He threw his head back at the intense feeling he was getting and closed his eyes so that he could relish it. “Damn, you got some good pussy, Robin.”

“I know,” she said with a breathy giggle. “That’s why you can’t stay away from me.”

Malik pulled himself out of her and used the rest of his strength to lie down and pull her to his body. She grabbed the thicker cover that had gotten pushed to the end of the bed from all of their sexing, and she put it over their naked bodies.

“You are my kryptonite,” Malik said, kissing the back of her ear as they spooned. “That pussy can get me killed. If Justin knew the things I did to you when the sun went down, homie would have my head on a stick.”

Robin rolled her eyes at the far wall that she was facing. She hated when Malik subtly reminded her that, because of Justin, the two of them would never be anything but fuck buddies. Of course, she understood, but sometimes she wished that Malik would boss up and just tell Justin how he felt about her. “Why are you so scared of Justin?”

“I’m not scared of no man,” he told her. “It’s a respect thing. Dude has put me on to a lot of money. The last thing I want to do is throw in his face the fact that I’m fucking his little sister.”

“I may be his little sister, but I am a grown woman. I can make my own decisions. We should just tell him.”

She felt him grow stiff behind her, and she whipped her body around to face him. The first thing she noticed was the look of annoyance on his face and that his jaw was clenched.

“Malik, why can’t we just tell him?”

“Because, ma,” he said, sighing and wiping down his face with his hand, “that would be bad for business. And I fuck with you, but—”

“But?” Robin sat up in the bed and looked down at him with a raised eyebrow.

“But, it’s not like I’m trying to be with you or nothing. You knew what this was from the jump, Robin. I told you when we first started this thing not to fall for me, and now look at you. Trying to get me to fuck up my money.”

Just like that, his choice of words had Robin regretting being bent over with her ass in the air not even half an hour before. He had completely ruined the mood, and she was caught somewhere between being mad and being hurt. She was at a complete loss for words because never had she been in that position. She felt weak, like she had given somebody else power over her, and she didn’t like it.

“Look,” Malik said, reading her face, “it’s obvious that you’re upset. How about I just get my shit and go.”

“It’s four in the morning.”

“What does that mean?” Malik asked rhetorically and got out of the bed.

Robin held the cover to her chest and watched him get fully dressed in less than three minutes. It was her money sprawled over the room, not his, so he didn’t touch a single bill when he put his own duffle bag on his shoulder. After his white-and-black shell-toe Adidas were laced and his gun was tucked, he tried to lean in to give Robin a kiss, but she turned her head.

“Nigga, you’re funny.” Robin shook her head and waved her hand, dismissing him. “You can leave, and understand after this there is nothing but business between us.”

“Man, all right.” Malik stood upright and headed for the door.

He looked back at Robin when he got to the door, thinking that he would catch her glaring at him. Instead, he saw her staring sadly at her hands. Her long, disheveled hair hung loosely over her shoulders, and her back was hunched slightly. Oddly, it was the most beautiful he’d ever seen her. She looked so . . . vulnerable. A part of him wanted to go back to the bed and put her pieces back together, but an even bigger part of him reminded him that he could never give her what she wanted. Before he did something stupid, Malik turned his back on her and left the suite.