by Mona Love
“I need you,” Malek whispered in my ear. That sent an explosion of heat into the center of my chest. That was that love feeling again. Damn! I couldn’t resist him. He kissed me deeply, and his hands roamed in places no one had touched in a long while. I didn’t fight it. I wanted it. I wanted him. I wanted all of this.
Malek moved his mouth from mine and hovered over me until he was staring down into my face. He looked me in my eyes. “I’m finally going to tell you the truth. I love you, Keisha Long. I always have and I always will.”
I swear fireworks went off in my head. I saw red, blue, white, yellow, and maybe even purple bursts of light erupting. I heard loud booms inside my head. Malek had made my whole life with those words.
I reached up and pulled his face back down to mine. I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue. With that, he entered me, and I totally surrendered to him, again.
* * *
“Keisha! What’s going on here?” Leitha screamed from my bedroom doorway.
I almost jumped out of my skin. Her yelling violently yanked me out of my sleep. I thought my heart would leap through my mouth. Malek and I had made the sweetest love and fallen asleep with our bodies intertwined. That was the last thing I remembered.
“Oh, my God, Leitha!” I exclaimed, popping up in my bed and grabbing for the comforter frantically.
“No, I should be saying oh, my God, Keisha,” Leitha retorted with her hands on her hips like a mother who’d just busted in on her teenager having sex.
My heart was racing, and I was red with embarrassment. “LeLe, c’mon, girl, step out. I’ll come talk to you. Just let me get myself together,” I said, my voice still thick and gruff with sleep.
“Oh, yeah, you need to come talk to me right now. Shit, because I surely want to know what the hell this nigga is doing here,” she said, her heated gaze falling on Malek.
I could tell he didn’t know what to do. Probably because his mind was also clouded over with sleep.
“Girl, if you don’t . . .” I said, tilting my head knowingly.
Reluctantly Leitha stomped out of the doorway of my bedroom and back into my living room.
“I’m sorry,” I said to Malek. “She’s super protective of me. Oh, and she really hates you.”
“I get it. No need to be sorry. I fucked up, and she’s your friend. Got to love it,” he said understandingly. “I better get out of here. I’m really going to miss you, Keisha.”
“Wait, is this it?” I asked incredulously. “Again?”
“No. Well, I, um, I didn’t know if you’d want to see me again. I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. It’s your call,” he said.
“Keisha!” Leitha yelled out from the living room.
“Oh, God. Let me go talk to her,” I said, flustered. I wrapped myself in my robe and stormed out of my bedroom to face this crazy friend of mine.
Leitha was actually tapping her damn foot. I rolled my eyes and put up my hand. “No lectures, LeLe,” I said, closing my eyes and shaking my head.
“Oh, no, you’re going to hear me out, Keisha,” she said.
Just then, Malek walked out of the room, wearing an awkward smile. “I’ll talk to you,” he said, his voice quivering.
“Okay, I’ll call you,” I said, smiling nervously.
“Oh no the hell you won’t, and oh no the hell he won’t,” Leitha said, pointing at me first and then at Malek.
“Just let yourself out,” I told him, embarrassed.
As soon as he was gone, I turned on Leitha. “Listen—” I started.
“No, you listen, Keisha,” she interrupted. “I watched you make yourself sick over that dude. You were around here crying and eating yourself into hell. He never, ever thought to come back until now? ‘Now’ meaning after you’re forty million dollars richer? That doesn’t seem suspicious to you?” she ranted. “Please, if you can’t see it, then you’re all the way blind.”
“Look, I know you have my best interest at heart. And I thank you for that. But I’m grown, and I’m far from stupid. He isn’t asking me for anything. He just wanted to come and finally explain the whole situation with the girl. He wanted to tell me once and for all that he was always in love with me, but he just didn’t have the balls to come before,” I replied.
“Oh, but he all of a sudden grew a pair after you hit the lotto?”
“No, Leitha,” I sighed and rolled my eyes. She knew I was serious because I hardly ever called her by her full name. “He came because common sense told him I wouldn’t be living in this tiny-ass apartment for much longer. He wanted to catch me before I was gone for good.”
Leitha twisted her lips and rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say, Keisha. I just don’t trust him as far as I can throw his ass. And you shouldn’t either. Of course he’s going to talk a good game now. You’re a fucking millionaire. He wouldn’t care if your ass kicked him and spit on him every day so long as he could get his hands on your money. I’m just saying, everything that glitters ain’t gold.”
Leitha was right and I knew it. I couldn’t trust a soul. I didn’t admit it to her, but I was thinking that “more money, more problems” had never been more of a true statement than in that moment. I needed to brace myself because I was going to either lose a bunch of friends or gain a bunch of friends. Either way, I knew it was all going to be because of the money. All because of the money.
Chapter 5
Everything You’ve Been Missing
Despite Leitha’s protest, Malek didn’t disappear, and I didn’t make him. In fact, I decided to spend more time with him.
“I missed you,” Malek said.
I smiled and melted against him. My heartbeat sped up so fast I could see the material of my shirt moving. The throbbing between my legs matched my heartbeat thump for thump. Damn, I’d forgotten how good it felt to be in Malek’s arms. With all of the time that had passed, I had totally lost sight of how deeply I’d felt for him in the first place. I had to wonder why God was blessing me with one thing after the other. Maybe God finally decided that Keisha Long was a good person who’d sacrificed her own happiness for far too long. Yeah, that was it! I deserved every minute of how my life was going right now. I closed my eyes, inhaled Malek’s cologne and listened to the thrumming of his heart. I could’ve sworn it was matching mine thump for thump. Malek and I were in sync.
“Promise you’re here to stay this time,” I said, letting my vulnerable side show through. “I don’t want you to prove my best friend right. And I’m scared to death that you will.”
“I won’t. I’m not going anywhere. Trust me,” Malek said, pulling me closer. “It has nothing to do with money. I’ll never let you get away from me again, Keisha.”
I can’t lie. My mind raced in a million directions. I was thinking about Leitha being mad at me. I was thinking about who I was going to bless with money. I was thinking about who I wasn’t going to bless with money. My mind mulled over whether I should have plastic surgery to look like an Instagram model. But most of all, I was preoccupied with fear of Malek not being sincere. I so wanted this to be real. I wanted his love, and I had for a long time.
With thoughts of being abandoned again plaguing my mind, I decided to show Malek why he couldn’t leave me. Fuck money. I was going to be all the woman he needed.
I reached up, grabbed his face, and pulled it close to mine. He chuckled. “What’s this about?” he asked, but he didn’t hesitate to follow my lead. He put his sexy lips on mine. I sighed and exhaled. Then I parted my lips and allowed his tongue in. Malek sucked on mine softly. That drove me wild.
“Shit, Keisha. I really missed you, ma,” Malek whispered without even moving his mouth from mine. We kissed so passionately I was soaked down below. I could hear myself moaning, and I moved my body against his, but I felt like I was floating. It was like an out-of-body experience. My nipples were so hard, every moment sent electric pulses of passion all over my body. I was so alive with human electricity I probably could’ve lit up the entire
room. Within a few minutes, it was apparent Malek was enjoying the same feelings I was. His dick was so hard I felt it pressing into my meaty flesh like a metal rod.
“I need you,” I huffed. I moved my hands below his belt line and took his girth into my large palm. He was so big even my big-ass hands couldn’t close around that monster.
“Fuck,” Malek whispered in my ear. A hot feeling sizzled through my body. Fuck it. I gave up. I was all in. I wanted to be all his, forever. Most of all, I just wanted to be wanted. Malek was fulfilling my needs in more ways than one. He knew I wanted to be loved and wanted. He knew everything. I stop fretting about whether I could trust him, and I surrendered to him.
“You ready?” Malek asked softly.
I didn’t know exactly what he was asking me I was ready for, but still I said, “Yes. Yes. I’m ready.”
I can’t lie. I was lost in lust, and even thoughts of Leitha and my mother had faded out of my mind for that moment.
Malek slipped my dress over my shoulders, down my waist, and past my wide hips. Then he told me to wait as he slid out of his shirt and wife beater, exposing his six-pack abs and slim but muscular chest. I licked my lips and smiled. This was like a dream come true. Malek’s perfect caramel skin seemed to glow. Why was this man so perfect? Honestly, in that moment if he’d asked me for every dime in my account, I probably would’ve given it all to him. Every cent. That’s how gone I was off of Malek. It was like he was a new drug.
“You sure you ready?” Malek asked as he climbed onto the bed.
“Stop prolonging this shit and come here,” I said, finally tired of all the foreplay.
Malek laughed. He kissed me again, deep and passionate like before. “Okay. Okay,” he said.
“Shit,” I huffed. “You’re so perfect.”
My thighs trembled, but I didn’t let that stop me from taking control. Malek was playing around, and I was over-the-top horny at that point.
“Take this pussy,” I demanded.
Surprise flashed in Malek’s eyes. I could tell he was little taken aback by my newfound confidence. What did I have to lose? I let my inhibitions fall away. I wanted Malek, and that was that. Shit, we had already missed out on a lot of time that we couldn’t get back. Besides, there was a still part of me that didn’t believe it all.
“I love you, Keisha,” he whispered. It was the second time he’d said it, and each time it had really pulled something inside of me to the core. My stomach quivered at the sound of those words. When I’d first opened that door for him two weeks ago, us being all in love was the furthest thought from my mind, but I couldn’t help it or hide it anymore. Fear and reservations were all tossed away at that moment.
Without another word, I hoisted my big ass up and climbed onto Malek and straddled him. I leaned over his face and looked right into his eyes. “I have never felt like this before, so you better be telling the truth.” With that, I didn’t give him a chance to respond. I just started licking his neck then moved a little farther down, trailing my tongue down to his pecks and gently biting each one.
Malek breathed out through his mouth heavily. I loved having that type of effect on him. With every noise he made, I gained more confidence. I let all my self-esteem issues fade away. I guessed it was true what I’d always heard: that we are all the same size once we get in bed. Malek was handling all 320 pounds of me, and he didn’t even wince.
I continued down his abdomen, taking special care to run my tongue over every ridge on his sexy, firm six-pack. He was so damn sexy. I got to his snake-long manhood and wasted no time. I looked up at his face then parted a mischievous smile. With expert skill, I grabbed his thick rod, opened my mouth, and took him inside.
“Keisha.” Malek sang out every syllable of my name. The sound came out as one long puff of air. Hearing him call my name just propelled my actions forward even more. I could feel his muscles tense each time I lifted my head up and then pushed back down and flicked my tongue over the tip of his dick. I ran my hands up and down over Malek’s throbbing love muscles every time I moved my head. I knew all about that friction trick.
Malek was making noises that sounded like growling, grunting, and snorting at the same time. He couldn’t take it any longer.
“I need to feel you. I want to feel you now.” He pulled up abruptly, and as big as I was, Malek flipped my ass over onto my back before I could even react.
“Malek!” I called out, scared he was going to drop my ass on the floor.
“You good. I got this,” he assured me.
“What you going to do with it?” I whispered. A pang of anticipation flitted through my chest. I had tried it, but I liked it better when Malek was in command. I was on my back watching him now. I could tell where he was taking this, so I put my hands on the top of his head.
Malek kissed my stomach, my fat rolls, and every inch of my ample body. He kissed and licked like I was the best meal he ever had. My chest rose and fell in anticipation of what was coming. I felt lightheaded. I guessed this was what they called swooning. Malek moved back up and kissed me again.
“Open those legs,” he demanded.
The sound of his voice made goose bumps crop up all over my body. I lifted my knees and willingly parted my thighs.
“I’m not going to say it again. Stop playing and give it to me,” I huffed.
Malek smiled wickedly. “A’ight, you asked for it.”
Malek used his hand and guided his manhood into my soaking wet pussy. I clutched handfuls of the sheet and let out a song of soft moans and groans as he ground into me with so much fluid skill. Malek moved his hips like a male exotic dancer. It was lustful, skillful, and nasty all at the same time.
“Gotdamn,” he growled, his eyes closed and his nostrils open wide. He planted his hands on the bed at either side of my head for leverage. I was a lot of woman, and he definitely needed the stability. I lifted my pelvis and fucked him back, stroke for stroke.
“Malek,” I cooed. It was my turn to call out syllables. Malek’s dick felt so good. I’d forgotten how much of a perfect match he was for me. He filled me up just right. He was made for me, and this was proof.
The more I moved, the faster Malek picked up speed from the excitement of feeling me. I turned my head to the side so Malek would see that I had tears in my eyes. They were definitely tears of joy.
“Get on your knees,” Malek commanded. I had always been self-conscious about the doggie-style position. I figured that no man wanted to see all this ass up in the air, especially because all of it wasn’t tight.
“Fat girls can’t go doggie,” I’d always heard in high school. Shit, who said so?
Before I knew it, Malek was hitting it from the back. He slammed into me so hard I swore I could feel his dick in my guts.
“Agh,” I yelled as his pole penetrated my insides. Malek put his hands on my ass cheeks for leverage and started grinding into me. Within minutes, he picked up his rhythm, and I felt my entire body vibrating with each pump of his hips. The sound of our skin hitting together made a beat. We made our own beat. It was music to my ears.
“Aghh!” I yelled. “Fuck! Mal . . . Mal . . .” I was stuttering because I had never felt the fireworks exploding in my ass like what I was experiencing. I had had some decent dick in my dating days, but this, this was some next-level shit. This orgasm had me trembling like I was about to go to the other side. I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience, and the feeling was otherworldly for real.
“Keisha, baby. Your pussy is the best,” Malek growled, clutching his handfuls of my ass cheeks even harder. I was feeling good now. I had him and I knew it. I twisted my hips and pushed back on his dick.
“Ahhhh!” Malek belted out. It was his turn to bust a nut. He pushed me down onto my stomach and stayed mounted on me from behind. I guessed he needed to get deeper. I fell down onto my stomach, letting him go as deep as he wanted. I squeezed my ass checks in and out. I knew that would make much more friction. Malek pounded me harder and
faster now. Another explosion erupted inside of me.
“Malek!” I belted out. For the second time, my entire body shook until I was too damn weak to move. My legs trembled fiercely. A few seconds later Malek’s body tensed up and he busted his nut deep inside of me. I didn’t even care.
Malek collapsed on my back, and we both tried to calm our rapid breathing.
“Promise me that you’ll be with me for good,” I said. I knew I had already said it earlier, but I wanted to be sure. I needed to hear it. I closed my eyes, and for a few seconds, Malek was silent. His silence sent a wave of cramps trampling through my stomach.
“I already told you, I promise,” he said softly. “What about you? Promise me no matter what people say, you’ll stay with me.”
“I told you, I will be with you. I swear, I promise.”
Malek slid off of me and lay next to me on the bed. He stroked my hair gently. I closed my eyes, let the happy tears flow, and told myself that no amount of money could buy what I had in that moment.
* * *
Instead of Leitha, Malek was the one who went with me to see the brand-new luxury loft apartment I had purchased in the swankiest part of Brooklyn. I had commissioned two of the best interior decorators in New York to outfit the place to match our tastes. Malek and I spent hours picking out the furniture, fabrics, colors, and artwork. We spent hours kissing and canoodling while we chose customized black hardwood floors for the loft, our oversized, tufted gray suede headboard with its rhinestone accents, and the one-of-a-kind silver and black Italian-silk window treatments. I can’t lie. I missed Leitha. She couldn’t say that I hadn’t taken care of her with money, but I was sure she felt like she was missing out. Leitha had her man, and now I had mine. That was all I wanted her to understand.
“So, I have a surprise for you,” I told Malek.