Resurrection by Treasure Hernandez Page B

reality when Malek entered the room.
    Malek could see the look on Halleigh’s face and frowned. “You good?” he asked.
    Halleigh knew that she must have been wearing her heart on her sleeve. Malek could always tell when something was on her mind. “Yeah, I’m good.”
    Malek climbed into the bed beside her and massaged her back. The feelings of his hand on her body caused moisture to form between her legs. She was yearning for him and couldn’t wait to have him inside of her.
    Sex had always been equated to money with her. For the first time ever, she was intimate with a man, and it was her choice to give herself to him.
    Malek looked into her eyes as he slipped two fingers into her opening, which was now dripping wet. Their faces were so close that they could feel each other’s breath.
    â€œI’m sorry for everything,” Halleigh whispered. She began to grind her hips as he fingered her.
    â€œShh!” he whispered. “You don’t have anything to be sorry about.”
    Malek had no idea that Halleigh was actually apologizing for having had sex with Mitch, his new right-hand man. He showered her body with kisses, beginning at her neck and making a trail down. His tongue caressed her erect nipples, and he tugged on them softly with his thick lips.
    A moan escaped her lips as he continued to go south. He lifted her hips and lowered his head, French-kissing her middle. He gave her clit attention that she’d never experienced, causing her to scream out in pleasure. His mouth was warm, and the heat felt good on her swollen jewel. She began to grind against his face, her legs spreading wider as she came over and over again.
    Malek’s manhood hardened, and his nine inches grew. Halleigh’s moans only intensified his hunger for her. His penis throbbed and pre-cum rested on the tip. He explored her lips with the tip of his dick, and the sensation of the wetness caused him to call out. “Shit,” he whispered as he eased himself into her.
    Halleigh tensed up out of habit. She’d learned to fear sex. Being forced to prostitute herself had given her a misconception of sex. She held her breath when Malek entered her.
    He looked down at her. Again, there were tears in her eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.
    She nodded. “Yes, I’m okay. Make love to me.”
    â€œI would never hurt you, Halleigh,” he whispered as he rocked inside of her. He maneuvered in and out of her, catching a slow rhythm as he thrust passionately. He felt her body relax beneath him, and she matched his pumps intensely.
    Malek’s manhood was thick, and it stretched her walls as he brought her pleasure. Sweat glistening on hiss chest, he leaned into her and kissed her on the lips.
    Halleigh moaned loudly as he deep-stroked her. She had been fucked before, but never had she felt the intense emotion that was connected to her lovemaking with Malek.
    Halleigh’s toes began to curl, and her face twisted in contortion as she felt herself climaxing. “Malek!” she called out as her back arched. “What are you doing to me?”
    â€œLoving you,” he whispered as he watched her cum. The look on her face caused him to pump faster and deeper.
    As the bed rocked and the headboard hit the wall, Halleigh could feel his manhood throbbing as he let off his seed inside of her, collapsing on top of her and kissing her forehead.
    â€œI love you,” he told her.
    â€œI love you, Malek,” she replied as she nestled in his arm and fell into a comfortable sleep.

    Mitch couldn’t believe that he had run into Halleigh again. After he fucked her, he had thought about her for weeks. He had even contacted Manolo to see how he could have her. But Manolo wasn’t a fool. He knew that Halleigh was a hot commodity and wasn’t to be sold.
    When he saw her tonight, Mitch was happy that she had managed to stop selling her pussy. Although