by J Peach
“Turn to me,” I said, and she reversed so that she was facing me. Janessa handled my dick, bringing it to her tunnel then sliding down my shaft. “Fuck.” Immediately, her pussy went to work as it squeezed my dick. Her soaking warmth and pulsing muscle were heavenly. The shit felt so gotdamn good. Watching her bare, glistening pussy slide up and down my dick only added to the pleasure I already felt.
“Ah, ah, ah, ooh, ooh, fuck!” Janessa’s lips were parted, allowing the sexy moans to escape her mouth.
I watched as her head fell back, and the grip on her knees tightened as she rode my dick. Shorty was sexy as fuck. Although she was riding my dick, she wasn’t going all the way down. I wanted to see my shit disappear inside her pussy.
My legs bent at the knees, and my hands went to her waist. “Hold my knees,” I instructed as my grip on her tightened. My hips thrust upward until I filled her completely. After the third thrust, Janessa’s nails started to bite into my skin.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah!” Her voice rose with every thrust. Janessa’s palm soon went to my abdomen as my pelvis locked with hers, and my hips rolled into her. With parted lips, her head fell back. “Oh, my god, Jerome!” she cried out in pleasure. “Ah, ah, ah, ah!” She pushed down on my pelvis. “Wait—oh, my god.”
Sitting up, my arms tightened around her waist, and I rolled us over. I pulled out of her, then pushed up her bra. My dick stroked through her fold as my mouth attended to her breast. I sucked and squeezed from one breast to the other before my tongue played with the small, hard pebbles.
My lips went to hers, and she eagerly parted her mouth, accepting my tongue. My dick pushed at her opening, and I groaned, breaking the kiss. “Fuck.” The suction of her pussy around my man was a mothafucka. My forehead pressed against her. “You good?” I had to bust that damn nut before I lost my gotdamn mind from the teasing her pussy was doing.
Without saying a word, Janessa’s lips locked with mine. Her legs widened, and she pushed my hips forward. She moaned into my mouth.
Grabbing the back of her thighs, I pushed her legs up to her chest, then took her arms and brought them across her legs. Holding them in place, I pushed deep inside her, and she let out a loud squeak. I watched as her juices coated my dick. Feeling my release at its brink, my thrusting became faster, harder.
“Ah, ah, ah, my—Jerome!” Janessa cried as she climaxed.
A few seconds later, I followed. My pelvis pushed deep into hers as I lost my nut. “Gotdamn,” I grunted as my dick continued to pulse inside of her. Releasing her arms and legs, I leaned in and kissed her. I think the only reason I really kissed her was that I was too gotdamn tired to fuckin’ move. “Fuck!” Muttering, I rolled off her. “Shit…”
“Exactly what I’m saying,” Janessa panted out. “Oh, my god.”
I could feel her eyes on me. “Shit was mindboggling, huh?” I glanced over, catching her eyes.
Panting heavily, she nodded. “It was satisfying. Like, my body is seriously buzzing, and my limbs are numb. God, that was amazing,” she breathed, still staring at me.
The smirk that came on my lips couldn’t be contained. However, the smart remark I was going to make faded as she continued to stare at me. “Why the fuck you looking at me like that?”
She laughed lightly and looked away, staring at the ceiling. “That was…” Her words trailed off before she rolled onto her side, facing me. “How am I staring at you? It’s amazement, Jerome. Nothing else, so relax. I feel complete satisfaction, and until I come down from this orgasmic high, I can’t change my look,” she explained before… giggling.
I actually believed her. The expression she wore was complete bliss. The look suited Janessa. Baby girl was beautiful as hell. I didn’t think she really understood the effect she could have on a person.
“What?” she asked, still smiling.
As I stared at her, the void I usually have inside me ached with something that I didn’t quite understand. However, I did know for a fact that I wanted her. I wanted to possess her in every way imaginable.
Before I realized it, I was on top of Janessa, once again sliding inside her warm cove as my mouth captured hers. I sucked, nipped, and licked at her lips and tongue as my body slowly stroked her until I brought us both to another mindboggling orgasm.
“Jerome, can I ask you a question, and you be straight up with me?” Janessa asked while drawing patterns on my chest with her fingers.
I shrugged as my arm tightened around her waist. “It really depends on the question. Gone ’head and ask, though.”
Janessa’s fingers stopped moving, and I felt her head move upward, so she was staring at me. “What you said to Robert about the knife and everything, was that true?”
I didn’t know what the hell I expected her to ask me, but it damn sure wasn’t that. Hell, I had forgotten I even said that, nor did I think she heard me. Was I going to lie?
“Nessa, I’ve done a lot of shit while I was locked up.” I didn’t want to lie, but I didn’t want her to think I was some horrible ass nigga either. “I did.” Why did I admit that? I didn’t want to lie to her; it was that simple. I couldn’t hide who I was. If she was going to fuck with me, I didn’t want her to get some watered down version of me.
“Why did you do it?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Does it have to be a reason?”
Janessa sat up then and looked down at me. “With you? Yeah. It’s always a reason for why you do things. I’m learning you, Jerome, and I’ve learned there’s always a reason behind your actions. So, why did you do it?”
I hated when she got all serious on my ass. I hated when she talked like she knew me because she really didn’t. My hand rubbed over my face, and I groaned. “Stop that shit you doing.”
She cocked a questioning brow. “Stop what?”
“That teacher shit you do. Like yo’ ass analyzing me or some shit.”
“Teacher shit?” Janessa’s eyes rolled hard. “I’m not analyzing you. I’m just trying to know you, Jerome, that’s all. I mean, it’s part of dating someone. If that’s an issue, then I’ll stop asking you questions. Problem solved,” she stated with another roll of her eyes.
I started laughing at her little ass attitude. “Problem solved, then.”
Janessa’s eyes snapped to mine, and a glare covered her features. “You are such a damn asshole.” She pushed me in the chest as she laughed lightly. “I’m being serious, and you wanna be an ass. You’re so irritating,” she whined but continued to chuckle.
“How I’m irritating? Yo’ ass the one rolling yo’ damn eyes with that little ass attitude and shit,” I pointed out.
Looking down at me, she rolled her eyes again. “I don’t have an attitude. I just wanna know you. I mean, after what you said, did you not think I would have questions?” Her eyes were locked on my tattooed chest before she glanced back at me. “I want to know everything there is to know about Jerome King, the good, bad, and ugly. Everything.” Janessa lay back down, tucking herself into my side. Placing her arm around my waist, she made herself comfortable.
“You say that now, but you might not like what you find out about me. As I told you, I’ve done a lot of shit while I was locked up.”
Again, she glanced up at me. “Don’t just assume how I’m going to view you. Maybe it will be different. Who knows? That still doesn’t change the fact that I wanna know everything, Jerome. Now, if you don’t want to tell me, then just say that. I won’t judge you based on your past. I mean, you were in jail. I’m sure the shit behind bars isn’t pretty, so I know your survival instinct was always on alert in there.” She spoke as if she was so sure that was the case.
It wasn’t. Half the shit I did wasn’t for myself, it was to protect someone else. Even so, that didn’t change the fact that I enjoyed every kill or stabbing I’d done.
“Fuck it,” I breathed with a shrug. I wasn’t going to lie to her. “I had a…” I didn’t want to say, friend, because dude wasn’t a friend of mine. He was cool, but he was a job.
/> “I had an associate that I was cool with while locked up. Dude wasn’t really a rough nigga or shit like that, to be honest. But, somehow, his brother—who was on the outside heard about me—reached out and asked if I would look after his baby brother. He said if I did, then once I was released, he’ll look out for me, with money and a job if I wanted it. Once I found out dude was legit, I agreed.” I began to explain slowly just to get a feel of her reaction. When she didn’t tense up, I took that as a good sign and continued.
“Anyway, some nigga had beef with his brothers and wanted to take the shit out on him. I saw dude and two others snatch him up and drag his ass off into a room. Shid, from the looks of things, he was gonna try to turn him into his butt bitch, just to brag. That shit wasn’t cool. Raping a nigga ain’t never alright in my eyes. Anyhow, I followed and did what I did.” My eyes were locked on the ceiling as I explained what happened.
The fingers that had been moving along my tattoos had stopped. I could feel Janessa’s eyes burning a hole into me. After several moments of silence, she let out a long breath. “Wow…” she mumbled. “Damn… whatever happened to your friend? Did he ever get out?”
I nodded. “Yup. He got released a few years before me.”
“Have you talked to him since you’ve been out?” she asked.
My head shook. “No. I don’t have a reason to. I ain’t hurting for money or a job. Shid, I got both, so I’m good.” I shrugged.
When I felt her lips press against my chest, I glanced down at her.
“I knew there had to be a good reason behind what you did.” I simply nodded in reply, and she kissed my chest again. “Jerome…”
Immediately, a groan left my mouth because I knew with that damn tone of voice, she was about to get on some deep shit. As a matter of fact, that first question had to have been a setup one to see how I was going to respond. Moving her arm from my body, I sat up.
“Janessa, I ain’t about to play twenty-one questions with yo’ ass, man.” Getting off the bed, I grabbed my boxers off the floor. She wanted to get too damn personal. I already knew what her next question was gonna be.
She sat up in the bed, pulling the sheets over her bare breasts. She waved a hand at me. “Wait, what the hell just happened?” Janessa looked beyond confused. Once I grabbed my pants, she had reached me, taking hold of my arm. “Jerome, wait… hey, stop.”
I wasn’t mad at her. She’d made it known that she wanted to know me. I was pissed at myself because I didn’t like the open feeling she brought out of me. I liked how I was by being closed off. There was no room for emotions. Well, not the ones she made me feel. Neutral and anger better suited me.
“I got to go.”
A sigh left her mouth. Even so, she didn’t let my arm go. “You don’t have to leave… I’ll stop asking you questions. Okay?” she bargained, giving my hand a tug, urging me to sit back down.
“Fuck…” My hand ran over my head then down my face. “Get some clothes on.” Taking my arm from hers, I finished getting dressed, then went downstairs and sat on the couch, waiting for her.
“Jerome, where are we?” she asked, looking at the big light gray brick house. When I didn’t respond, she turned to face me. “Whose house is this?”
“It’s where we grew up,” I told her, nodding to the house.
Janessa turned and looked back at the house. “Wow. It’s beautiful. Why are we here, though?” She glanced back at me.
I pointed to her. “Because of you. The question you were going to ask me at the house was what? What happened here?” I nodded to the house. “Right?”
She nodded slowly. “Yeah, but if you don’t wanna talk about it, then okay. You don’t have to tell me.” The look in her eyes was sincere; she meant what she was saying.
I wanted to put the shit out there just to get it out the way. Although I didn’t like how she made me want to tell her ass shit. I also felt a bit uncomfortable with myself because the feelings were controlling me. I didn’t like that shit at all. So, in order for me to step in front of my own annoyance was to tell her what she wanted to know. Hell, it wasn’t like what happened at that house was a big fuckin’ deal to me.
“When Nelly and I walked in the crib, all we heard was our momma screaming. We went into the living room and saw my pops beating the shit out of her. She had a big ass gash on the side of her bleeding head, with a broken beer bottle beside her. I snapped and threw the basketball I was holding at his head, hitting him, and he turned on me. I grabbed the bat and started hitting him with it. The rage I felt that day was new, but I was tired of him. Even so, I was more concerned about my momma, so once my pops fell on the couch, I dropped the bat and ran to her. Jonell was trying to get her up so we could take her to the hospital, but she wouldn’t go.”
“Going back and forth with her dumb ass gave my pops time to get back up.” A laugh left my mouth as I thought back on that night. “Funny thing about that shit was, the whole time my dad was beating our ass, my momma sat on the floor crying. That’s it. She ain’t try to stop shit, she just cried.” My hand rubbed over my mouth as my mind went back to that day.
“Boy, you done lost yo’ fuckin’ mind.” He got up off my momma. “Bitch, stay yo’ ass right there. You bet not get up,” he warned her before he charged at me.
I was tired of running from him all because he was my father. I grabbed the steel bat that always sat beside the couch and started swinging it as hard as I could. It connected against his stomach and side. My dad held his stomach while gagging and grunting in pain.
When his body slumped against the couch, I swung the bat again, hitting him across the face. Once he fell down, I dropped the bat and ran over to my momma, where Jonell was attending to her bleeding head. From behind us, we could hear my pops grunting from pain and anger.
“Come on, Momma, we need to get you to the hospital.” Jonell tried to help her up, but she pulled away from him. I was tempted to call the police, but I couldn’t because of the drugs my dad had in the house. I didn’t want to risk us getting taken and being put in the system.
“No, I can’t go.” She refused to move, all because our dad told her not to.
“You fuckin’ piece of shit!” I heard my dad yell before pain exploded in the back of my head. “You gonna hit me with a fuckin’ bat, you little shit!” I was jerked up by my shirt and thrown on the couch.
My dad’s fist went back and came down, hitting me in the eye. He swung again, and so did I. I kept punching, hitting any and everywhere I could, but my blows didn’t seem to do anything but piss him off more. My dad grabbed the bat and struck me across the face. Pain immediately exploded on the left side of my face.
“Get the fuck off him!” Jonell yelled as glass shattered, raining down on me.
My dad turned on Jonell and struck him with the bat, knocking him to the floor. He then kicked my brother in the stomach, and then his face.
“No…” I grunted, trying to push myself up.
That’s when I saw my pops’ gun, tucked into the side of the couch right in front of me. Groaning from the pain that pounded in my head, I grabbed the gun and pointed it at my dad.
“Leave him alone!” I yelled as I let off a shot.
Pop!
“No!” My momma let out a terrified shriek.
My dad gasped and grabbed his shoulder. Jonell lay on the floor, his eyes wide while staring at our father in surprise before his shocked gaze landed on me.
My momma jumped on me, screaming and swinging, causing me to drop the gun.
“What the fuck did you do!” she screamed as she punched me.
Our dad turned to me, his expression menacing as hell, a mask of pure rage as he charged at me. The strikes my momma landed were nothing compared to what I felt my father was going to do once he got to me.
My dad snatched my momma up by the back of her hair and threw her on the floor before I was back in his sights. However, before he could strike me with that bat, Jonell had tackled him hard to the
floor, making him lose his balance as well as his grip on the bat. Nelly grabbed the bat and started hitting him with it. He was beating the hell out of him, making all body shots.
“Stop, Jonell, before you kill him!” my momma yelled, pushing Jonell away from our father. “Just get the fuck out! Leave! Both of you! Get out!” she yelled while cradling my father’s head in her lap.
“He just almost killed you and us! And you’re putting us out over him? Ma, what the fuck? What is it going to take for you to realize he ain’t no good for us? For him to kill you or one of us?” Jonell asked her, trying to make her see reason.
“He wouldn’t do that, Nelly, he loves us. You know that. He was just mad—”
I stared at my momma like she was crazy. Then again, she had to be for those words to come out of her damn mouth. “Are you fuckin’ stupid? The nigga just knocked the shit out of you with a glass bottle and just beat us with a fuckin’ bat—”
“You hit him first, RoRo! You started it with him. You should’ve just stayed out of it. This had nothing to do with you. Look at him, look what the fuck you did to him, Rome!” she screamed at me. “Go get some wet towels, so I can clean him up,” she instructed.
Jonell shook his head at her. “Ma, we need to go before he gets back up.”
I knew just like Jonell did that if our father got back to his feet, he was going to kill us, or at least one of us.
My father grunted from the floor. His eyes opened, and he glanced around the room for a second, dazed.
Grumbling, he pushed my momma’s arms from him. “Get the fuck off me, bitch! I’m about to kill that fuckin’ boy,” he angrily grunted out. He pushed himself into a sitting position, and his eyes landed on Jonell. “Once I’m done with him, I’mma deal with yo’ bitch ass,” he threatened.
“Rome, let’s go. Come on.” Jonell grabbed my arm and started pulling me from the couch.
“Ain’t nowhere you can fuckin’ hide, boy! So, gone run yo’ punk ass up out of here. I’mma find y’all ass, though, believe that shit, you fuckin’ bitches!” he spat as he made it to his feet. “Bitch, get the fuck off me!” He punched my momma hard in the face, making her fall. He then spit on her before kicking her in the stomach. “These yo’ hoe ass boys. You made them into some bitches!” He spat on her again.