Page 6 of Paranormal Love From an Immortal Thug

I d i d n ’ t k n o w if I was shaking from the cold or from how wet I was. Shit, maybe it was both.

Khalid had my ass in the air, my thighs slick, and my mind barely hanging on by a thread.

His tongue worked me from behind like he was tasting his last meal.

My body was screaming, jerking, trying to crawl up the bed, but he held me there, spitting on my pussy again.

Then licked it slowly, mouth wide, deep, wet strokes that had me whimpering into the sheets.

“You ever been ate like this from the back?” he asked, voice low and breathless.

“No… fuck. I…”

“I ain’t think so.”

Khalid gripped my ass harder and buried his face between my cheeks, licking until my legs gave out under me. And then, he pulled back. I heard him spit in his palm, and I knew he was stroking that big ass dick.

“Face in the fuckin’ pillow,” he growled behind me. “Arch that shit up.”

My mouth opened, but I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe. I turned my head to glance back, and that’s when the lights flickered twice, then held steady but dim. The air in the room dropped so cold that I felt goosebumps rise all over my skin.

Khalid moved closer, sliding his warm hand up my back. “Don’t look back again,” he said. “Just feel this shit.” He lined himself up, head of his dick pressed right against my entrance. “Relax.”

The second he pushed in, I swear, I felt my soul leave my body. “Khalid, oh my God…”

He grunted, deep and raw, teeth clenched as he eased in just the tip. “Goddamn. Pussy tight as fuck,” he groaned. “You ain’t never been stretched like this before, huh?”

“N-no… oh, fuck…”

“Fuckin' with them lil' dick ass niggas.” He gripped my hips and slid in deeper. Slow. Thick. Every inch felt like pressure. Like pain and pleasure mixed together, threatening to swallow me whole.

My mouth dropped open as he filled me to the brim, letting me feel all of him.

“Feels good, ma?” he asked, voice low and raspy.

I couldn’t even lie. It hurt so damn good feeling him marinating in my pussy.

He pulled back and then slammed into me before stoking again, slowly and deeply.

“Yeah. That’s what the fuck I’m talkin’ about, Wednesday. Fuck. You feel that pressure?”

I nodded into the pillow as he found a rhythm with deep, rough strokes that had the bed shaking and my body sliding forward with each thrust. He gripped my hips like he owned them. Each time he bottomed out, I let out a sound I didn’t recognize.

Paranormal shit started happening again.

The windows blew open on their own, and a cold gust of air shot through the room like a scream.

The candle flame on my nightstand turned blue.

The lights flickered harder as shadows danced across the walls.

And then, I felt the bed lifting. My back arched against him. We were levitating.

I cried out, gripping the sheets with wide eyes. “Khalid, what… what the fuck is happening?!”

“This what you summoned, baby,” he groaned, pounding into me. “This that demon dick.” He gripped the back of my neck and pressed me down deeper, bending me in half, his strokes getting faster. Rougher. Wetter. Louder.

I heard the slap slap slap of skin. I heard the growl in his throat. And then, this nigga reached around, found my clit, and rubbed it hard and fast. “Khalid… pleaseee…”

“Let that shit go, ma,” he growled. “Squirt for me. I wanna feel that shit.”

My eyes rolled back. My body locked up. A full-body orgasm ripped out of me like a wave. I screamed so loud I swore the windows cracked. I squirted hard, pussy muscles pushing him out as I soaked the sheets and him.

He loved it. I could hear the smile. “Yeahhh,” he growled behind me.

“That’s the one. That’s what the fuck you need to release.

” He kept growling and grunting as he plunged deeply inside me, stroking with the kind of rhythm that was music to my ears.

My pussy sloshed. Gushed. Creamed. Khalid cursed under his breath and slammed into me one final time so deep, I saw stars.

With a hard grip on my waist with one hand, I felt his nut shoot onto my ass like a volcanic eruption. “Fuck. Fuuckkk…” He let out a breath and a tremble that I knew he’d waited years to release both.

The bed dropped back to the floor with a thud, and the lights steadied.

The wind stopped, and the candle flickered once, then went out.

Except for our rapid breaths, my bedroom was silent.

He stayed behind me for a long moment. Then he whispered, “Told you I wasn’t gon’ hurt you, ma. Just givin’ you what you asked for.”

I didn’t know where the hell I was—mentally, spiritually, physically—but my body felt like it had been through war. A beautiful, demon-dicked war. My throat was raw from screaming. My face was buried in the sheets, ass still in the air, body still recovering from what the fuck just happened.

He finally released his hold on my waist, and I collapsed onto the mattress.

A few seconds passed before he asked where the bathroom was.

He left the room and returned with a warm cloth to clean me off with.

Then, he placed the cloth on the nightstand and climbed back onto the bed, wrapping his arms around my waist. His warmth pressed against my back felt so damn good.

“You good, ma?”

I smiled into the pillow and gave him a breathy little laugh. “Barely.”

He chuckled low and pulled me into his chest. His hand slid down to my stomach, holding me there. My whole body was throbbing, and I could still feel every inch of where he’d been. He kissed the side of my neck, slow, while I let myself melt into the moment. And for a minute, everything was still.

“I ain’t never had no dick like that,” I whispered.

He leaned in closer. “You ain’t summon no regular ass nigga.”

I turned to face him, lying on my side now, tangled in the sheets. He was still naked. Still fine. His body was inked and powerful, chest rising and falling slowly, dick still heavy and thick against his thigh.

“Be honest,” I said. “How many bitches have you ruined like this?”

He smirked and reached over to the nightstand. “Enough,” he said, reaching for the unfinished blunt in the ashtray. “But none like you.” He sparked it up and took a long pull, eyes locked on mine while he exhaled. Then passed it to me.

I took it and hit it, letting the smoke coat my lungs while my body slowly came back to life. “You ever get tired of just… fucking and then having to go back to your coffin?”

He paused and exhaled really slowly. “Sometimes,” he said. “But it is what it is. I’m grateful for the lil’ time I get out that muthafucka, feel me?”

I nodded and hit the blunt once, then twice before passing it back. “Have you ever gotten summoned twice by the same woman?”

He looked over at me, eyes heavy. “Once.”

“What happened?”

“The second time she brought me back, she told me she was gettin’ married to some lame ass nigga. Said she couldn’t do it no more.”

I went quiet. Something about the way he said it felt… sad. “I wish I could keep you longer,” I admitted.

“Hmm.” Khalid shifted under me, still stroking his dick real slow while he smoked. He tilted his head slightly, eyes never leaving mine. “Tell me ‘bout you,” he said. “What you got goin’ on out here with your fine ass?”

The question caught me off guard. Still…

I found myself relaxing. I leaned back on my palms, legs still open, still bare, the sheet bunched under my ass.

His hand was moving slowly over his shaft, smooth, casual, like this was normal.

Like asking me about my life while stroking that demon dick was just his regular way of vibing.

“I model,” I said, letting my head fall back against the couch cushion.

“It’s not really going anywhere at the moment, so I work part-time at a law office downtown doing admin work just to keep shit steady.

I pay my rent and my bills. I’ve been focused on doing everything right. Whatever that even means.”

He nodded real slow like he was clocking more than just my words. “You always move like this? Solo? Head down, feet on the ground?”

I gave a small shrug, reaching for the blunt he passed back. “Had to. Ain’t nobody out here paying my way. Mom died earlier this year from a brain aneurysm and my father’s been locked up my whole life. I don't know him. No trust fund. No safety net. It’s just me.”

“Damn… that’s wild. I ain’t got no OG’s either. They both gone from a car crash when I was like five or some shit. Grandmama raised me.”

“Hmm,” I nodded slowly, exhaling smoke. “I guess we both got some shit with us then, huh?”

“How old are you?”

That random ass question pulled a soft laugh out of me. “Just turned thirty a few weeks ago. How old would you be?”

“Thirty-six, ma.”

“Okay, old head.”

He chuckled, reaching for the blunt. “You carryin’ a lot, huh?”

“You’d be surprised what weekly therapy can hide.”

He smirked as his eyes dipped low, dragged across my body, then locked back on my face. “What about your love life?”

I sucked my teeth. “What love life?”

“Nah, I’m bein’ deadass.”

“And I’m serious too,” I said.

He let that sit, still stroking. “You mean to tell me,” he said, voice dropping lower, “a woman fine as hell like you all smart, grown, sexy, and ambitious ain’t got nobody beatin’ that shit down on the regular?”

I shook my head. “Khalid…”

“Nah. That don’t even make sense. You got a nigga confused right now.”

I laughed again, high and warm. “Last guy I gave a chance couldn’t even make me come. And before that, it was men who either wanted to control me, fix me, or fuck me like I was fragile.”

Khalid grunted. “See, that’s what’s wrong with these new niggas.

Ain’t no pressure in their stroke. No pride in it.

” His hand was moving faster now, slow drag up, twist, pull.

That dick was hard as hell again, veins throbbing.

He let out a low breath as he stared at me.

“You too fine to be this underfucked and unloved, ma,” he said.

My eyes widened slightly, and heat shot down my spine. He saw the way I reacted, and that smirk deepened. “I’d be in this pussy every night if I could,” he said. “You’d never have to question shit.”

I licked my lips, chest rising faster now. “You talk a lot.”

He leaned back on one arm, still stroking with the other.

“Yeah, well, it’s been a few years since I was able to.

And you… You keep lookin’ at this dick like you tryna shut me up.

” I smirked and sat up on my knees. He leaned back, let me straddle him, and looked me dead in the eyes.

“You better ride this shit like it’s your last muthafuckin’ ride. ”