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Aku let his dick plop out of her mouth with a satisfied moan.

Malik wasted no time standing to his feet, dick still at full attention, yanking her little ass up. His eyes stared into her soul, their faces so close as her legs wrapped around him.

“I grew up watching people die over the colors they wore to the corner store. You know how many times I done stood in front of caskets ‘cause a nigga ain’t make it to twenty-five?” His voice cracked a little.

Aku wrapped her arms around his neck. She must’ve sucked vulnerability into him, because when he should’ve been fucking her into oblivion, he had shit he needed to get off his chest. So, she let him…

Her soft hand in his hair, with freckles on her face that he wanted to count over and over again. Just raw and vulnerable, pushing them into a space one of them wanted, and the other wanted to run from.

“I got survivor’s guilt before I even got a chance to live , Aku.”

Kissing her, he wanted her to feel him, before she felt him, hoping he could make some sense of it all.

“I don’t dream big. I never did. All that fairytale shit? The house, the ring, the happily ever after…” He shook his head, a bitter laugh sneaking in under his breath. “That wasn’t for me. Niggas like me just tryna make it through Tuesday.”

She stared at him, her chest tight.

He kept his focus on her, eyes heavy with something too old for his age.

“But you…you makin’ me want shit I never thought I could touch.”

Aku swallowed, her heart beating too fast and her pussy thumping more.

“You make me wanna lay in beds without checking the exits. You make me wanna show up places without a pistol. You make me wanna live.”

The silence grew longer and thick. It was sacred and he filled it with greedy kisses.

Malik allowed everything to spill over. “I wasn’t made for fairytales, but I’ll burn the whole world down just to build you one.”

Just like that, her heart dropped and soared at the same time.

Not because it was sweet…because it was him. Malik—whose hands had done dirty work, whose mouth was usually slick, whose eyes rarely softened unless she was near.

It was Aku’s turn to kiss him with more passion than she knew she possessed.

She reached for him, climbing onto him as if she could be closer to him than she already was. Like her soul knew the route by heart. Arms wrapped around his neck, face pressed into his shoulder.

“You don’t have to burn it down,” she whispered, “Just stay.”

His hand slid to the back of her head, fingers in her hair again, holding her like he’d let the world burn first before letting her go. “I’mma try…now show me to the bed and take these clothes off before we get there.” Malik let her feet touch the ground.

Sucking her lip into her mouth, Aku shred every piece of clothing she had on. Bare and beautiful, Malik couldn’t keep his eyes off her. He nodded in approval. Aku’s body was model slim with enough ass so it jiggled and mounds big enough to fill his mouth.

He didn’t need any more directions, just followed her as they both padded to her bedroom.

Inside, he gave it a quick glance—noticed the balcony, routed out the map to the connected bathroom—took note of the distance between all forms of exits.

Crawling into bed, Aku motioned him over with her index finger.

“You so fine…perfect,” he said, making his way to her. “And you want a dirty ass Crescent nigga.”

“Ain’t nothing wrong with a little dirt. People dug in the mud for gold, carved out dirty ass caves for diamonds…there’s beauty in all the ugly parts—the dirty shit as you like to call it. All I see is a fine ass nigga, with a brilliant brain and a big dick.”

“Is that so?” Malik yanked her to the edge of the bed.

“Y—” her voice got caught in her throat when his dick pushed into her. “Oh, God.” Her body shook. “Oh, God.”

Her bed sat up high, so he didn’t have to bend his knees too much. Giving her deep slow strokes, he watched her face contort in pleasure. “You want my pain, Dorothy?”

Aku rocked into him, needing to feel every piece of him. “I doooo.”

“Then take this shit,” he grunted, picking up his pace, rocking into her so hard, her little titties bounced. If they were bigger, they would’ve been slapping her in the face. He popped her thigh. “Keep these legs open.”

Aku panted, doing what he said. His dick felt so heavy between her legs and filled her up to the brim. But she was never one to run from a challenge. It was why he was in her space.

Her nails pressed into his back, dragging down with a slow ache that made him grunt low in her ear. Every thrust was deep, deliberate, drenched in something darker than lust. It was pain and pleasure, tangled up like they couldn’t tell where one stopped and the other began.

Aku wanted more.

Her legs locked tighter around him, keeping him buried in that place that felt like heaven.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped, voice all cracked and honey-slick. “Don’t you fuckin’ stop.”

His jaw clenched. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

And he meant that shit. Not with her crying out for him like that, not when every moan pulled something out of him he didn’t even know he was holding. His demons, his regrets, his guilt - all of it poured into her.

It was raw…reckless - like they ain’t have nothing left to lose except each other. Her lips brushed his ear, her breath hot and trembling.

Lifting up on her elbows, she popped her pussy on him. “Ooo! Fuck! This pussy good to you?”

He smirked, sweat dripping down his back. “Who you talking to cuh?”

“You,” she challenged, swallowing her words as he wound his hips, hitting every ridge in her tight pussy. “Ugh, Malik.” Her head fell back.

“Nah, don’t say my name now. Where that mouth at?” He pulled his dick from her insides. “All fours.”

She didn’t hesitate.

With a perfect arch in her back, her pussy greeted him. Her fleshy inside against her brown skin had him on his knees in no time, slurping her pussy up like it was his last meal. Like he’d never get the opportunity again.

“Yesss!” Aku hissed, her fingers going to her clit. She needed to touch something. “Eat this pussy!”

Malik popped her hand. “I’on need you doing all that. Just tell me where you want me and how you want me.”

His tongue flicked over her growing bud. Slow at first, then faster before he started to suck on it.

“Like that!” Aku huffed. “Oooo…just like that.”

“Mm hmm,” he hummed in her. “This pussy so pretty…muthafucka juicy and tight too.”

“I’ve been waiting for youuuu!” she screamed, a level ten orgasm ripping through her body.

Malik didn’t leave a drop, he even licked her ass.

“You nasty.” She smirked, exhausted.

He didn’t say anything before he was pushing his dick back into her, after slapping it against her fat pussy. They hissed in unison.

His calloused hand landed on her ass hard. “Arch that shit again.”

“Oh-k-kay—” she stuttered.

Gripping her hips, he fucked her hard…pushing so deep he swore he could feel her heartbeat at the head of his dick.

Aku clenched the sheets, biting down on her lip as Malik delivered grade A dick that almost brought her to tears. The headboard knocked against the wall, thumping rhythmically with his strokes.

She put her arm up, trying to touch him. Malik caught her hand, and used it to dig deeper into her. “Malik…baby…” she was delirious.

“Yea, this that dirty Crescent shit! You want my pain, don’t you?” She nodded. “Good, cause I need your pleasure.”

Tears leaked from her eyes. “Give me you and you can have me.”

Her promise felt real…too damn real. So real that the blood from his toes traveled up his body reaching the head of his dick where he blasted off. Being inside of her felt too good to pull out, so he didn’t, and Aku wasn’t complaining.

When he collapsed beside her, she smirked before climbing on top of him.

She got on top, knees planted firmly on either side of his hips, and she started riding him like she was born for it. Slow at first, teasing him…riding just the tip before sinking all the way down until her ass met his thighs.

Malik’s head fell back against the pillow, jaw tight, eyes low as he watched her take him in over and over.

Her body glistening with sweat under the moon’s glow shining through the window.

Her bob was wild now, strands clinging to her face as she bounced, one hand pressed to his chest for balance, the other tugging at her own breast like she needed more than just what he was giving.

“You tryna kill me, huh?” he breathed, voice rough as gravel, hands gripping her hips like he was hanging on for dear life.

Aku leaned in, her lips brushing his, her breath hot and heavy. “Not tryna do nothin’ but feel all of you.”

“Pussy too good,” he said with his eyes closed.

“Oh yea?” Aku’s legs shook while she grinded her dripping wet pussy against his flaccid dick as it started to rise again.

Peeking at her through one eye, Malik cheesed. “Oh, you on demon time.”

“Always,” she declared, grabbing his dick and sinking down on it. She moaned his praises while riding him slow.

Malik yanked her down, suckling on her pebbled nipples. “Everything about you, fire…on cuh.”

“Tell me more.” Aku loved when a man talked her through it, ’cause she was a talker. She praised men while they were inside of her. Devin had once told her she was a siren with her mouth.

She pulled back a little to get the leverage she needed to ride his dick like a cowgirl at the rodeo. “Your voice so sexy to me…talk to me baby.”

She rocked her hips while still riding his dick up and down.

“Touch me…I like the way your hands feel on my body.”

“Damn, Aku,” Malik’s eyes rolled into the back of his head,

She took him to the base, grinding her hips in tight, slow circles that had them both cussing and shaking. Every roll of her body pulled a moan from his chest. She loved it…loved the way he stared up at her like she was the only thing that existed.

“Fuck, Aku…” Malik hissed, his fingers digging deeper into her skin. “You tryna keep this dick forever, huh?”