Page 5 of Paranormal Love From an Immortal Thug

M y b o d y m o v e d before my brain caught up.

I didn’t stand, reach for him, or drop the towel but I shifted just a little.

A slow, barely noticeable shift on the bed.

The kind you make when your whole damn body feels flushed and heavy and too alive.

The kind of move a woman makes when she’s not ready to say yes out loud, but her body already did.

Khalid saw it. His mouth curved, slow and deliberate, like he was giving me space but already knew I’d close it. He didn’t speak or move. He just sat there with his legs spread, arms resting, and thick fingers flicking ash like time wasn’t running out.

I swallowed hard. “You said this only lasts until midnight,” I murmured.

His voice came low, deep. “Clock’s tickin’, baby.”

My heart kicked faster. I didn’t know what scared me more: the idea of touching him or the thought of him disappearing before I got the chance. I looked down at my hands, still gripping the top of the towel like it was armor. I’d never felt so exposed and so curious in my life.

I stood up slowly, the towel still clutched to my chest. Khalid didn’t flinch. His eyes dropped to my thighs again, dark and intentional. “You gon’ keep holdin’ that towel like it’s protectin’ you from somethin’?” he asked, low and cocky.

I raised a brow. “And if I am?”

His grin widened, but his voice was all control. “Then I’ll wait. But don’t fool yourself. Ain’t a towel in the world thick enough to keep me outta your head now.”

My breath caught. Because it wasn’t just the words—it was the way he said them. Like he already knew the thoughts racing through my mind. Like he already felt the wetness gathering between my thighs. Like he knew my pussy was throbbing just from the sound of his voice alone.

I didn’t say a word. Just let the towel fall.

It hit the floor like a white flag. Khalid didn’t move but his nostrils flared and his jaw clenched like it took everything in him not to leap from that chair and snatch me off my feet.

His eyes dragged over my body slowly, like he was taking inventory of the very thing he’d been resurrected to devour.

I felt my nipples harden under the weight of his stare. I felt my thighs press together like they were trying to contain the need he kept waking up with every second that passed.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful,” he said, voice low and rough.

I cleared my throat, trying to steady myself. “So what now? You gonna give me some magic dick and disappear?”

He chuckled, deep and warm. “Exactly,” he said, standing. He walked toward me slowly. Confidently. He stood in front of me now. Close enough that the heat off his skin rolled over me like smoke. Close enough for me to see the glint of his gold chains rising and falling with every breath he took.

“You said you wanted pressure,” he whispered. “Said you wanted a man that could handle you.” I shivered. “You said you wanted a real one. A grown one. One who knew what the fuck he was doin’ with his mouth and his dick.”

He reached up and gripped my throat firmly. Just enough pressure to make my lips part, just enough to remind me I wasn’t in control anymore. My breath caught as his thumb slid along my jaw, and then he leaned in and inhaled. It was slow and deep like my scent was something he’d been starving for.

“Goddamn,” he murmured, voice dropping into something darker.

“You smell good as fuck.” His lips moved to my neck, and he kissed me there.

It was low, deliberate, and right over that sensitive spot that made my knees threaten to give out.

His tongue flicked against my skin, and the way he licked and dragged his mouth over me made my whole body jolt.

A moan slipped out, quietly, almost shameful, and Khalid didn’t let it slide. “Uh uh,” he growled against my neck, his grip on my throat tightening just a little. “Don’t do that shit.”

I whimpered again, and his other hand slid down to my waist, fingers digging into my hip like he was claiming it.

“Don’t you ever hold that shit in around me,” he said, voice thick with demand. “If it feel good, let that shit out. You understand me?”

I nodded quickly, too breathless to speak.

“Good,” he whispered, lips brushing my ear now.

“Now lemme ask you somethin’,” His tongue dragged across my earlobe before his words dropped so low, I felt them more than I heard them.

“Can I kiss that pussy the way it deserves to be kissed?” My thighs clenched on instinct.

My mouth went dry. I felt every pulse between my legs like a drumline.

He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye.

The way he said it was slow, good, and deep as hell, like he wasn’t asking to be polite. He was asking, so I could process what was coming.

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“L a y b a c k.”

His voice wasn’t soft. It wasn’t romantic. It was a command. The kind that didn’t come with options, only consequences.

And the way I was trembling? Shit, I didn’t want to test him either.

I eased onto my back, breathing hard, my thighs already slick.

Khalid watched me settle, his eyes glued to my body like he knew, without touching me, he had full control.

He reached up and peeled off his jacket and tossed it on the floor.

“Keep your eyes open,” he said. “Don’t miss none of this.”

His fingers went to the buttons of his shirt.

One by one, he undid them, revealing dark brown skin stretched over a body that God took his time with.

Shoulders broad. Chest strong. Abs deep enough to make you clench just looking at them.

His tattoos crawled across every inch with black ink that told stories.

He let the shirt drop to the floor, and I damn near forgot how to breathe. “You good?” he asked, head tilted just slightly. I nodded, but clearly, that wasn’t enough. “Say it.”

“Yes,” I whispered. “I’m good.”

He gave me a grin that could make a woman do time. “Bet.”

He unbuckled his belt next. The clink of metal made my pulse jump. He dropped his pants and kicked them off. Now it was just him, standing in nothing but his boxer briefs, dick heavy and begging to be freed. He dragged his hand down the front slowly, adjusting himself like he knew I was staring.

He climbed onto the bed and dragged my legs open wide, eyes locked between them.

“This pussy mine tonight.” Khalid dipped his head and licked through my pussy like he belonged there.

One slow, wet stroke from bottom to top.

My legs twitched. My hand flew to my mouth.

His hands clamped my thighs back open before I could flinch again.

“Stop movin’,” he said. “Take this shit like you asked for it.”

Then he did it again. This time, it was longer and deeper. His beard scratched just right. His tongue rolled over my clit, then circled it slowly before sucking it into his mouth. My back arched off the bed.

“Khalid, oh my God…”

He pulled back just enough to speak. “Ain’t no God in here, ma.

Just me.” Then he spat on my pussy and watched it drip down before licking me again.

I gasped as he slid two thick fingers inside me without warning, curling them while stroking deeply.

My body lost control. I moaned loudly, grabbing at the sheets while trying to close my thighs.

He growled and held them open. “Keep them legs the fuck open,” he said. “You ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

He didn’t just eat. He handled me. Tongue locked on my clit.

Fingers working inside me with rhythm. I could feel him moaning against it.

His voice was deep, steady, like he was fully in his element.

I came hard. Crying. Arching. My whole body was shaking while he kept his mouth on it, dragging the orgasm out longer than I thought possible.

And when I thought he’d stop, he fucking didn’t. He kept eating. He kept stroking. That shit pushed me into another orgasm. I moaned as my legs shook again.

“Yeah,” he said, pulling back and dragging his fingers slowly through the mess he made. “That’s what I like. Pussy taste good and you ain’t scared to moan for a nigga.”

I was breathless. My eyes were glassy. My body was still recovering.

Legs trembling. Pussy twitching. My chest was rising so fast while I tried to catch up to what just happened.

My sheets were soaked. My inner thighs were coated in wet.

My mind was fried, but somehow my eyes still followed his every move.

Khalid climbed off the bed and stood tall at the edge again. His body was still glistening with heat, muscles flexed, chest heaving. Then he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of those boxer briefs and dropped them low.

I gasped. His dick swung down heavily. Long. Thick. Dark. Veiny. Fat. Like it had weight behind it. Like he could knock the wind outta me with one stroke if I wasn’t ready. My mouth parted without even thinking.

“Where the fuck you think you’re putting that big ass dick?”

He smirked, full of ego, with one hand wrapped around the base like he was born to hold it. He stroked that big ass dick slowly, eyes dragging over me. “I’ma put this muthafucka right where it belong,” he said, licking his lips. “Don’t worry, baby. I ain’t gon’ hurt you… unless you want me to.”

I swallowed hard.

He stepped closer to the bed, still gripping that monster between his legs, the head already glistening.

Then, his voice dropped. “Now, turn that pussy the fuck over.” I didn’t move fast enough.

So he came to the edge of the bed and gave the back of my thigh one hard slap. “Don’t make me say it twice.”

My body moved before my brain could catch up. I slowly turned over, trembling. Ass up, back arched, face in the pillow, breathing heavy. I felt exposed. Open. Leveled out in a way no man had ever made me feel.

Khalid climbed behind me and gripped both cheeks, spreading me open with no hesitation. “Yeahhhh,” he drawled low, almost to himself. “Just like that. Look how fuckin’ pretty this pussy is.”

Then I felt him lean down, and soon, his tongue flicked long strokes from my clit up to my ass. Then back down again and again. Each time it was wet and sloppy.

I moaned into the pillow, hands gripping the sheets. He spat on it and slurped it all up, tongue lapping like a dog. “Fuck…” I whimpered.

“You feel that?” he said, voice damn near growling behind me. “That’s me makin’ sure you remember a nigga when I’m gone. You gon’ feel this tongue in your fuckin’ sleep.”

He sucked my clit from behind, gripped both cheeks like he owned them, and flattened his tongue against me until I couldn’t hold still.

I started moaning again, crying. “Fuck… fuuuuck…” He didn’t care.

He licked it like he was built for this.

Beard dragging. Breathing heavy. Big hands gripping my waist to keep me steady as I started shaking all over again. “Khalid!”

“Uh huh. You know you wanna cum again.” He reached up and gripped my throat from behind, pulling me up slightly so I arched harder, giving him everything. “Take this shit. You strong, right? Let me see it.”

And just like that, he went deeper with his tongue, applying more pressure. And the whole time I was thinking, damn, this is just his tongue. I just knew that dick was going to hit something crazy.