Page 3 of Cove City: Vol. I

“You’re looking better, though.”

“Nigga don’t hype him up. He’s still an ugly nigga,” Diamond joked from the back seat.

“Ugly never handsome forever,” Chevy shot back.

We all burst into laughter. “Shit, let’s get some food or something a nigga starving,” Foe chimed in.

“I mean, we are riding with Chevy. A nigga not trying to eat a fucking salad or that wild grass or whatever he be eating,” Preach said. “Nigga definitely going to pray over his food, be out this bitch clucking and mooing and shit.”

“Fuck all y’all. Y’all niggas need to be eating healthy all those process foods got y’all out here making bad decisions.”

Foe tossed his hands in the air. “Ah shit here this nigga go. Nigga what you a life guru now?”

“Nah nigga. I’m just saying, but if you want to talk about it—”

I jumped in. “Fuck all that. Take me back to my bike. I’m going to see my shorty. I rather be laying pipe than sit around having last supper with you niggas.”

Chevy pointed at me. “My nigga, now you talking. Besides, Z and I have some catching up to do.”

Chevy rode until we reached Lake Hill. Once we pulled up to our cribs, I hopped out first. I wasn’t about to waste time shooting the shit with them when I could be shooting up Freckles’s club. I jogged toward the crib when I noticed a light was on. “Who the fuck is in here?” I mumbled.

I’d offered for Freckles to come live with me, but she declined. She swore not to move in until we made the decision to jump the broom. I loved her, but wasn’t sure if marriage was for me. The idea of us getting married and then becoming like my parents scared me, and I wasn’t ready. I respected the fact that she didn’t want to play house. However, when a nigga called, her ass better be ready to shuffle them fucking feet to get to me or open her door when I step up to her doorstep. Besides, once Dio got here, I wanted him to have enough space to feel free and not confined. My gut feeling was telling me that my brother was slowly becoming my mother, and the one thing I learned with her and my father was that he smothered her, not giving her enough space when she had her episodes.

The night I walked in on him talking to himself hasn’t left my thoughts. A part of me feels guilty because I should have asked more questions rather than just letting it go. The shit wouldn’t stop playing in the back of my mind, but the last time I talked to him he said he was cool. Now that he and I had gotten a little closer I didn’t want to mess up what we had just started by being the nigga who treated him like a baby.

I pulled my gun from my back pocket as I entered the house. When I opened the door, I noticed the living room illuminated, and that’s exactly where I headed. As soon as I turned the corner, the burning of candles greeted me. My eyes slowly rose to a naked Freckles.

She held an orange rope and an eye mask in one hand. “I figured it was time we broke this house in,” she smiled.

Freckles was the woman I didn’t know I needed. I was still learning more about her, but the way she handled me made a nigga fall deeper in love with her. I set my gun on the sofa as I strolled closer to her. “This is what we’re doing? Breaking into a nigga’s shit just to get fucked?”

She licked her lips slowly and howled. “I’ve been a bad girl,” she moaned.

I removed my shirt, then took off my pants. We stood in the center of the living room naked, gazing at each other. She began circling me, “I want you to enjoy. Let me do the fucking,” she paused. “Zeus, baby,” she called out.

“Yes?”

Her long nails slid up my back, making me close my eyes. “I love you, baby, you know that, right?”

I nodded. “A nigga knows.”

“Good, now let me control you tonight.’

With that, she came around in front of me. She reached out, sliding the eye mask on me. “Don’t take it off.”

She pushed me back until the back of my calves hit the sofa. She gave me one more push, sending me flopping onto the couch. “Damn you could have told me to sit,” I snapped.

“Shh.”

I felt her tie the rope around my hands, leaving a small space between them. She gripped her hand between the free space, controlling how high or low my arms could go. I was like her bull that she could ride. I felt the pillows beneath me sink, letting meknow she was standing on them. I inhaled deeply as the smell of her freshly cleaned pussy weft across my nose. I stuck out my tongue, and it barely grazed the top of her pussy.

“I know you’re an eater, baby, but not tonight,” I heard her say.

Suddenly her pussy wrapped around me and its warm sensation sent my head backwards. “Goddamn!” I grunted.

Her warm wet center seesawed up and down my dick. Freckles was so wet I could feel her juices trickling down onto my balls. My breathing picked up as she rocked on me. The only sounds in the room were light flickers from the candles and her creamy ass motions. Her tongue landed on my neck and then traveled through my thick beard until she reached my lips. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and tangled it with mine. “Mm,” she moaned.

“Take this mask off I want to watch my dick disappear.”

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