Page 1 of Cove City: Vol. I

My tongue slid across my gold grill as the wet tight pussy riding me made a nigga’s toes curl. I gripped her hips as she rocked them back and forth like a mechanical bull. From slow hip swivels to hard bucks. The way her center caressed on a nigga was like no other. I raised one hand smacking the side of her ass while she bounced up and down.

“Yuh, you know how a nigga likes it. Buck on this dick!” I gritted.

Her head fell back in ecstasy. Watching Sasha in pure pleasure had always been something that turned me on.One hand to her hip. The other hand gripping her thick, coarse hair.I bit into my bottom lip as I lifted and tightened the grip on her while I thrusted harder.

She placed her hand to my stomach to try to slow me down, but she should have known by now that shit was a no go. Her mouth opened, and I noticed something. Something that I had only seen once. Sasha had tears sliding down the sides of her face.What the fuck was this?Each one that landed on my hand was like a sting to a nigga’s heart. A tear for the pain, a tear for hate, a tear for love, and a tear for something I was hoping wasn’t real.

When she raised her head, her eyes connected with mine in a way that made a nigga’s stomach feel funny and shit. Sasha thenplanted her feet flat on the bed. She applied pressure to my abs, raised her body allowing her pussy to stop at the tip of my dick and rode that muhfucka so right my body jerked. “Oh shit!” I moaned.

I didn’t know what this was, but it was almost as if her pussy was giving me a ride for the last time. “Sash, what the—”

I couldn’t even gather my thoughts. I felt like a bitch. I was a solid nigga, one that didn’t fold, not even over some pussy. However, this, at this moment I was ready to scream, to explode, to fill her with all a nigga’s kids. My hands landed on the sheets as I gripped them tightly. Sash’s eyes never wavered. Something wasn’t right but she had a nigga too stuck.

“Ma, ma,fuck!Oo Sash,” I moaned.

I was bitching up, but the shit felt so good. My nut was right there. “Sash, a nigga bout to cum,” I grunted.

I closed my eyes because this was the moment I touched heaven’s skies for two minutes, and each time I did it was as if I was getting closer and closer to those gates. My balls tingled, my toes curled, and a nigga’s stomach caved. “Fucckk!” I roared cummin harder than ever.

Once we were done, Sash got up and strutted into the bathroom, leaving me lying on the bed trying to catch my breath. “Damn you ain’t never fucked a nigga like that before,” I said to her.

She had been pretty quiet all night. I figured if I gave her some dick, she would loosen up, but she had yet to say a word to me. I got out of bed, walked to the bathroom, and stood in the doorway gazing at her. She wouldn’t even look at me.

“Nigga, what’s wrong with you? Yo ass been quiet all night.”

She stopped what she was doing and turned toward me. “We need to talk,” she mumbled.

She tossed me a warm towel and brushed past me. The shit was pissing me off. Since Bishop had gotten into all that shit,I’ve lowkey put her on the back burner. I’d been helping him, trying to keep business flowing in my shop, and shit just got hectic. I knew she was mad about it all. I had been avoiding the conversation, but it was time.

I finished cleaning myself up and walked back into the room. Sasha was now fully clothed and sitting at the end of the bed. I put on some basketball shorts and stood in front of her. When she raised her eyes to me, I knew what was coming; she didn’t even have to say it.

“I’m done,” she muttered.

I laughed to avoid from crashing the fuck out. “Sash, stop fucking playing with me.”

“Pierre, I’m serious. I cannot do this shit anymore.”

I ran my hand over my face. “Fuck you mean?” I said as I squatted down in front of her.

“I mean this!” she yelled. “I can’t. All we do is fuck and fight. You don’t have time for me. Bishop seems to be your priority. And you don’t even talk about—”

“Don’t bring that shit up!” I barked as I stood.

She wanted to bring up something she knew would trigger me. The thought of even discussing it made me feel ill. It took me down memory lane of the worst night of my fuckin life. Since then, Sasha and I have been struggling to hang on to each other. The arguments got worse, and instead of a nigga crashing out, I walked out, or she did.

“See, it’s another reason why I’m done.”

I knew it.Everything in my gut told me that it was all coming to fruition. I reached out to rub her face, but she pulled back. She was acting like she didn’t just serve a nigga some fire ass pussy only five minutes ago. Sasha knew I wasn’t about to chase her. I wasn’t a chasing ass nigga. We had been together for over two years and played this game so many times that I knew her decision would only last a week at most. We had a bond, aconnection, something neither of us could ignore. I wasn’t even about to feed into the bullshit.

“If that’s how you feel, Sash, fine.”

She shook her head as her eyes pleaded with me. She then asked me something. Something she had never asked before. “Do you love me?”

Love?What was that?Love didn’t care about anybody. Love hurts people, whether intentionally or unintentionally. Fuck love. Love made my parents separate. Love got my best friend locked up. Love got my nigga Bleek kidnapped. Love just wasn’t a male’s best friend.

One minute became too long for her, and she stood to walk away. I grabbed her wrist. “Sash,” I paused. “I fuck with you heavy. Don’t do this shit. You know what it is.”

“That’s the problem, I don’t. I was there behind you for a lot of shit Pierre. I even helped you keep that bullshit ass shop you and Quinton call yourselves sharing open. It was me, and all I get is half of your time and half of you. Besides, I’m going to California.”

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