Page 22 of Cove City: Vol. I

My head eased back toward the wall. “Take a deep breath,” he instructed me.

His hand gently eased over my belly. “Mmm,” I moaned.

I closed my eyes tightly.Snatch!“God!” I shouted.

He’d snatched the taped-up gauze off my skin. My eyes lowered to my side. He got on his knees as he began cleaning my wound. “You good?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Good. Look, I’m not good with words and shit, but Sasha. That’s her name. Sasha and I,” he paused as his eyes raised to me. “We had a decent relationship. Things weren’t perfect, but it was cool if that makes sense. A nigga was having fun. I ignored her needs when I needed to be focused on them. Then she got pregnant.” He paused again.

I could tell that he didn’t want to talk about whatever happened, and I wasn’t the one to force him. “You don’t have to talk about it,” I said, lifting his chin to look at me.

“Shit just went bad. It wasn’t until she finally closed the door on me that I felt like I needed her. Like, a nigga was nothing without her.”

“But you are. You’re thriving. I won’t talk you out of whatever you feel for her. However, if you two got back together by chance, would things be different or the same?”

I knew it was easy to return to something you’re comfortable with, but sometimes going back doesn’t always mean it’s a good idea. This was something I knew all too well. Once he placed a new gauze over my wound, I turned toward him allowing his eyes to be face to face with my pussy. I could smell the lust coming from his pores.

Pierre licked his lips as his eyes raised back to me. “I-I want to move on or at least try,” he mumbled.

A sharp breath left me as my hand touched his face. This entire thing wasn’t supposed to lead up to this, but we were here.Fuck it.I thought.

My fingers traced his lips until he took them into his mouth sucking on them. I went to squat down, but he stood. He leaned his face down closer to mine. The smell of peppermint settled on his breath. “Can I kiss you?” he mumbled as his lips grazed mine.

I pulled his face closer and kissed him. I sucked up all his emotions. The pecks turned into a tongue kiss you would only see in porn. Pierre picked me up, swinging me toward thepicture wall. He pulled his face away from me and stared into my eyes, “You sure about this?”

“No, are you sure?” I whispered.

I could feel him slide my thong to the side as he nodded. “A nigga sure,” he said barely above a whisper.

I nodded in agreement, and the next thing I knew, Pierre had entered me. Both our mouths fell open. There were no words shared as my hips began to move in a circular motion on top of him. His grip on my waist became tighter. Our eyes never wavered. He nodded, and so did I. This moment felt intense, not that we shouldn’t be doing it, but as if he was giving me his pain, feelings, and heart.

Pierre shot my body up and down the wall as my pussy wrapped tighter around him. He leaned forward, sinking his teeth into my shoulder as I cradled his head. This dick felt so good that my head fell back, and I let out a loud gasp. “Ah!”

“Pussy is better than a Tuesday. It’s wet, it’s loud, and so fucking good,” he grumbled spinning me carrying me up the steps.

Pierre and I had not stop fucking even while he walked up the steps. By the time we got to the room, we were on a whole other level. He put me down, sitting on the edge of the bed. I pulled my thong off and moved closer to him. I tossed one leg on his shoulder while the other was planted on the bed and eased down on him. “Goddamn, Tuesday,shit!”

“If your tongue is not in my mouth, I don’t want to hear shit you got to say.”

I hadn’t had sex in months, and I was horny as hell. For me, this was relief from everything in my world that was going on. It was a temporary fix, and I wanted it all. The more I fucked on him the more he grew inside me.

Hip swivel, up, then down.

“Mmm, ah,” I moaned.

Hip swivel, up, then down.

I stuck my finger back in his mouth. “I might look innocent, but I like me a nasty nigga,” I groaned.

Hip swivel, up, then down.

“Mmhmm,” he replied.

Smack!

Hip swivel, up, then down.

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