Page 7 of Paranormal Love From an Immortal Thug

I d o n ’ t k n o w what possessed me. Maybe it was the weed, or maybe it was the fact that I still couldn’t feel my legs from the last orgasm. Or maybe it was just him. The way Khalid sat there stroking that demon dick with one hand had my pussy ready for round two.

I didn’t want to waste another second. I rose up on my knees, reached between us, and gripped his dick with both hands. It was hot, thick, and throbbing. Veins running along the shaft like his power lived inside every inch of it. He didn’t move. He just watched, breathing deeply with his eyes low.

“You gon’ tease it or sit on it?” he asked, voice calm, hood, thuggish.

I didn’t answer as I lined him up, rubbing the tip against my pussy. The second I sank down on it, my soul left my fucking body. “Fuck, Khalid…”

My voice broke as my head dropped back. I took him inch by inch, slow, my walls clenching around him, stretching, fighting, welcoming the pressure.

He groaned deep, jaw clenched tight. “Damn. Pussy tryna swallow this shit whole.”

My hands planted on his chest as I dropped lower. My pussy was fluttering around him, damn near choking on the size. I didn’t even care how loud I was moaning because I couldn’t hide it.

When I finally sat flush on his lap, fully seated, I had to close my eyes and breathe through it.

“Shiiit,” he muttered, voice low. “Look at you. You ridin’ it like this muthafucka yours.

” I lifted up just a little, then dropped back down.

We both let out a sound. “Do it again,” he said, voice raspier now. “Just like that, ma.”

I started moving up and down slowly as he grinded against me with deep strokes. And he watched me the whole time with his eyes locked on mine. “Look at you,” he growled. “So fuckin’ pretty when you ridin’ dick.” I whimpered. “You want me to talk to you while you cum on this shit again? Huh?”

“Yessss… please…”

He licked his lips, gripping my waist tighter. “You ridin’ a demon, baby. Ain’t no goin’ back to regular dick after this.”

I started moving faster. The clapping sounds filled the room.

My ass bounced against his lap. He reached up and grabbed both titties, squeezing them roughly, like he couldn’t decide which one he wanted in his mouth first. Then he sucked my left nipple into his mouth, biting it just enough to make me gasp.

“Khalid, shit…” I couldn’t keep up. I started to slow my pace, and he noticed. This nigga took over, leaning forward as he wrapped his arms around my waist like a hug. He locked me against him, fucking up into me. Hard.

My scream was instant. “Khalid, wait…”

“Uh uh. You started this shit,” he growled, voice in my neck. “Now take this dick and shut the fuck up.”

We were chest to chest with his mouth on my throat.

His hips were slamming up into me from underneath with demonic strokes.

All I could do was cry out with every stroke.

The bed started shaking and I swore I felt the mattress lift again, but just a few inches this time.

He fucked up into me harder. Deeper. Growling.

Gripping. His face was buried in my chest as his teeth grazed my nipples before sucking on them.

“I want it again,” he growled. “That same nut you gave me before. But now? I want it while you look me in the eyes.”

He pulled back and stared at me. His face was stone serious, sweat dripping from his forehead. I started shaking as tears were in my eyes. The pressure was right there, and his sexy ass voice was right in my face.

“Come on, pretty girl. Ride this demon dick and fall apart.” That did it. My orgasm tore through me like fire. I came hard as fuck, screaming his name and scratching his back as he kept fucking me through it, holding me tighter. “Thaaaat’s it,” he growled. “There you go, ma.”

I collapsed on his chest, and he smacked my ass. Hard. Firm. Loud. The kind of smack that echoed. The kind that said I own this pussy. Then, he flipped me over like I weighed nothing. I couldn’t catch my damn breath, and my whole body was jelly, still twitching, pussy still leaking.

“Goddamn,” he let out a deep breath. “I’ma tear this pussy up again, but first I gotta eat somethin’, baby. I’m starvin’ like a muthafucka.” I felt the bed dip as he climbed off the bed.

I turned my head over my shoulder, breathless. “Wait… what? You didn’t even cum that time.”

He stepped around the bed, dick still hard as hell, and looked down at me with a smirk on his lips.

“It’s all good. I’ma nut in due time,” he said, heading towards the bathroom.

“You forgot a nigga been in a coffin, huh?” He called out.

“I done gave you all this good dick and ain’t had one bite of food yet. Hell nah. Bring that ass.”

I couldn’t help it. I started laughing. This nigga was funny and nasty. Damn. Why can’t I keep him?

???

I n e v e r t h o u g h t I’d be posted up cross-legged on my couch, half naked with just panties and a bra on, sharing leftover Chinese with a man who was technically supposed to be dead, and I tried not to catch feelings. But here we were.

At eight in the morning, the sun was fully up and half-empty cartons of food were spread across my coffee table like a late-night hood feast, all warm again thanks to the microwave and our second wind.

I’d wanted to cook breakfast, but Khalid wasn’t patient enough.

I had the remote in one hand and a salt and pepper shrimp in the other.

He was wearing nothing but those black boxer briefs that sat low enough to make me question my sanity. His legs were stretched out like he owned the place, grubbing on a chicken teriyaki stick. And the way he was chewing that fried rice? Yeah. I was in trouble.

“This movie dumb as hell,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Ain’t no way I’m gettin’ possessed in a dirty ass house like that.”

I laughed and reached for another fry. “So if it was clean, you’d let the demon in?”

He looked over at me, eyes low. “If the demon bad as you? Hell yeah.”

I rolled my eyes and sipped my wine. “Boy, shut up.” He smirked and tossed a shrimp in his mouth.

We sat in silence for a second, chewing and watching a scary movie. On screen, some white chick was wandering into a basement like she never heard of staying your ass upstairs and minding your business.

“Her ass gone,” Khalid muttered, pointing at the TV. “Anytime they move real slow with the music quiet? That’s a wrap.”

“You think she’s first?”

“Nah, they gon’ fake you out. Probably kill the husband first. They always do that sympathy kill.”

“You’re just mad ‘cause you’d be the first to die.”

He looked at me like I cussed him out. “Me? Die first? It took niggas to set me up for that to happen, baby. I ain’t goin’ out like that.”

“No, I mean, you’re all gangsta and shit,” I said, taking a spoonful of rice. “Thugs never survive the full movie. You're too loud, too confident, and you’re not following instructions.”

He laughed, deep and real. “First off, I’m not loud.

Secondly, I don’t run from shit. Thirdly, did you forget I’m 'posed to still be lyin’ in a coffin right now?

Don’t shit scare me, ma. If a chair slide across the room by itself, I ain’t goin’ over there talkin’ about ‘Who’s there? ’ like some goofy.”

“Nope,” I said. “You’ll probably just pull out a gun and shoot the ghost.”

He shrugged. “And?”

I couldn’t stop laughing. The image of Khalid walking through a haunted house with a blunt in one hand and a Glock in the other while yelling, “Ay yo, if somethin’ in here move again, I’m lightin’ this bitch up,” was too much.

“Okay, okay,” I said, setting my plate on the coffee table. “So what would you do if you heard a voice whispering your name from the basement at 3 a.m.?”

He took a slow sip of wine, eyes never leaving mine. “I’d whisper back, ‘Bitch, I’m sleep,’ and go back to bed to beat that pussy up.”

I choked on my drink. “No, you wouldn’t.”

He grinned. “You right. I’d beat that pussy up, smoke a blunt, then go back to sleep.”

We laughed again, both leaning back into the pillows. The vibe was ridiculous in the best way. And somewhere between the jokes and the food and the flickering candlelight, I caught myself staring at Khalid.

Not just at his body, or his face, or the way he ate.

But just… him. His presence. His energy.

His voice. The way he could go from fucking me into the mattress like he was really trying to make me fall in love to cracking jokes about dying first in a horror movie.

He was fun, comfortable, solid, and realer than any man I’d met above ground.

Tonight felt like something I didn’t know I needed.

“Why you lookin’ at me like that?” he asked, cutting into my thoughts.

I blinked. “Like what?”

He wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin and leaned in just a little. “Like you tryna make me stay past midnight.”

I bit my lip, smiling despite myself. “I’m just a little lit. Relax.”

He chuckled. “Mmhm. That wine hittin’, huh?”

I nodded. “That and this bomb ass Chinese food. You killed your plate.”

“I really did. No crumbs left behind.”

He reached over, pulled me into his lap, and kissed the side of my neck.

His hand slid to my thigh, slow and familiar.

If this were a spell, I didn’t want to break it.

Just when I thought the night couldn’t get any better—just when I was leaning into that soft, sweet spot between full and high and wrapped in a demon’s arms like it was a normal Friday—my phone started ringing.

Khalid leaned forward and looked at it. “That better not be another nigga,” his voice low against my ear.

I turned to grab the phone off the coffee table and rolled my eyes.

“Shhh,” I whispered, waving Khalid off with one hand as I answered. “Hello?”

“Bitch, you actually answered! What you doing up so early?”

I sat up a little, trying to sound normal. “What you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb. Your ass ain’t ever up before ten o’clock. But anyway, you coming out tonight? Chia and I are gonna hit up a Halloween party. Lenora’s working.”

I cleared my throat, trying to focus while Khalid started kissing the side of my neck. His hand slid between my thighs without hesitation, and his fingers stroked slowly. Two fingers teased my folds while I fought for my life to keep my voice steady.

“Yeah, um… I’m not gonna make it,” I managed to say.

“Why not? What you doing?”

“I…” I gasped quietly as Khalid’s fingers rubbed over my clit, slow and steady, then circled it like he knew exactly what he was doing.

I clenched my legs together, trying to hide the way my voice cracked.

“I’m not… really feeling good, girl. Gonna…

shiiit… I’m just gonna catch up on some… some sleep.”

Kadie paused on the other end. “You good? You sound winded.”

“I’m fine,” I said, fake coughing and trying to pull away from Khalid, who now had one hand around my waist and the other rubbing circles on my pussy like he was writing in cursive. “I’ll be fine, girl. You… you know me.”

“Mmmhm,” she said. “Well, hit me if you need anything.”

“Of course,” I said quickly, biting back a moan. The second the call disconnected, I tossed the phone on the couch beside us. And, before I could even say a word, Khalid grinned and said exactly what I already knew was coming.

“Finally, damn. I been waitin’ on you to get off that phone.

” He stood up, hands cupping my ass, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. His dick was already hard and pressed between us, ready to fuck me through the mattress again like he’d been counting the seconds.

“A nigga ready for round three,” he said, voice low, thuggish, full of heat.