Page 27 of Cove City: Vol. I

When I glanced at her I could tell her mop head ass would be a problem. It was family over bitches not the other way around. As I stretched getting ready to grab my things to leave the sound of moans filled the nigga’s empty ass house. I stepped into the foyer and paused.Maybe a nigga’s tripping.I thought to myself. Then, I heard it again. The sweet moans that sounded like a lullaby to me. I stood at the bottom of the steps, waited for a minute, then jogged up. Pierre’s bedroom door was slightly cracked. I knew the right thing to do was give my nigga some privacy, but I had never been the nigga to do the right thing.

I pushed the door further open after peeking in and not seeing either one of them. I glanced at the bed with sheets slightly on the floor. They probably been fucking all night. It was just like his ass to be swayed by pussy. I tiptoed toward the bathroom where the door was open. My body was partially hidden behind the wall as my eyes fixated on Shorty. Her short, wet hair, full lips, and grimacing face.She looks like she could take dick good too.I nodded slowly as I watched only her. I wouldn't fucking dare to even glance at my cousin. No homo. Noincest. The way the water trickled down her thighs made a nigga grab his dick.

Then I thought about how she had made my cousin feel like he needed to put a nigga out his house last night and I got angry. The thought of gripping her slim neck and squeezing that muhfucka until she turned blue came over me.

“Bitch,” I mumbled.

I sucked my teeth and frowned at her ass. She was fine, pussy was probably fire, but fuck her. If she had become the reason, I lost the only nigga that was down for me, baby girl wouldn’t last long in Soho’s world. What I didn’t need was another Sasha.

I let the shower water run down my body as Pierre slept. My mind raced as I recalled their conversation from a few hours ago. I know Pierre probably thought I had slept through it, but as soon as he had gotten out of bed and left the room, I got up. I stood at the door listening. Their voices easily bounced off the walls with his home being so empty. The guy who came in said something about the Zoo. I didn’t know what that was, but I would find out. It bothered me that Pierre was willing to risk what he had going on for this girl, Sasha. It was time for me to learn more about their past.

I knew it wasn’t easy getting over someone you had been with for a while, but from seeing her the other night with that guy, she looked happy. It was a look that I had yet to experience. I needed to hurry because there were so many people I needed to interview to figure out what was happening in this place. I went to grab the soap, but then I felt his hand wrap around my waist. He didn’t say anything. Instead, he moved me closer toward the wall and lifted one of my legs. “I want to fuck you again,” he grumbled in my ear.

Pierre hooked my leg over his arm, and his other hand intertwined with mine. I squatted my body just slightly, easing onto him. I blew out a melodic moan, “Ooo.”

His tongue graced my neck until he reached my ear sucking all over it. “Wet pussy. Good Pussy. My pussy.”

Pierre began sending my body up and down as the arm that was hoisting my leg up moved closer and his fingers played with my pussy causing my head dropped back, “Why are you doing this,” I said out of breath.

“A nigga like to fuck and I like you. Now let a nigga fuck you right.”

“Mm, right there,” I cried.

“Oh, you like that, huh?”

“Yes, yes, oooyes!”

The clapping he was doing and the water sounded like an audience who couldn’t get in sync. Pierre was tall and lanky, but didn’t slack by any means with what he was packing. He had the type of dick that made you want to slash tires, show up unannounced hell, even challenge his momma if you needed to. I had been served good dick before, but this was by far the best. It felt so wrong doing this with him, but so right. Pierre had toxic dick. You know the dick that you know you have no business fucking with but it’s so good you lose your mind and morals.

He pushed my body closer to the wall, leaving me no space to breathe. He sucked on my neck, pulled at my hair as his thrust turned into bomb ass slow strokes. “Damn Tuesday you got a nigga bout to lose his mind this shit is so good,” he grunted while swiveling his face in the back of my head.

My mouth was open as I tried saying something, but the only thing coming out was the splashes of water that bounced off my lips. I was reaching the place of ecstasy. My body jerked, and so did his. He shot me up and down again before gripping me tightly. “Ooo,Tuesday baby I’m about to fucking.Arrgghh!”

“Ahhhh!”

We’d both exploded together. He released my leg, and I turned to face him. Pierre leaned in and kissed me softly. At that moment, butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I liked him, and I wasn’t going to pretend otherwise. However, I would need to setthose feelings aside because I needed my job more than I needed him. “Who is Zoo?

His head flew back. “You heard us?”

I nodded.

The water smoothly rolled down his head like a sweet creek, making pathways through his waves. “Tuesday, I don’t think you should do this story. I need you to write about something else.”

Wrinkles formed in my head. “No. No, no, no!” I shouted.

“Tuesday, please. This shit you’re trying to write about is way deeper than you think. It’s dangerous, and now that you and I,” he paused. “I just want to keep you safe.”

I burst into laughter. “Safe!Nigga you shot me. You took me on a date where a fucking fight ensued. You call that safe? Look, what we’re doing is great and fun, but I still have a job at the end of all this. One that I need so if you’re not going to help me, I’ll do the shit myself. Now move so I can get out and leave,” I hissed.

He didn’t object, and that hurt me a little. Pierre stood straight up and moved so I could get out of the shower. I stormed out of the bathroom and into the room to get dressed. I liked him, but he didn’t understand my plight.

After Pierre dropped me off at my hotel, I rushed inside to change my clothes. When I came back out, he was still sitting outside. He held jumper cables in his hand. “Let a nigga help you. Stop acting like that,” Pierre said to me.

I didn’t say a word as I got in the car. He gave me a jump and left. I hated that he was growing on me, but at the end of the day, I had a job to do.

Ileft the shop and headed to Z’s. It had been over a week since seeing all the girls. Today was our day, which I didn’t want to miss. Zaria had decided to keep it in rotation so that we would all stay close. It was our moment to relax, vent, and have time away from the guys. For me, it was therapy. I’d spent most of my life around men, so these moments meant a lot. After what happened last night, I was a bit tired, and my face ached, but Zeus was right there to cater to my needs.

I felt like he and I were moving in the right direction. I know we had a lot of work to do in our relationship, but where we were headed was a good sign. While riding to Z’s, I thought about Soho and how they excluded him completely. I knew he had no clue about it, and I would have to break the news. It was fucked up, but he put himself in that situation. I just hoped we would still be friends afterward.

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