Page 4 of Cove City: Vol. I

“No, hold on, though.”

She pulled my arms down, making them wrap around her. I felt one hand pressed down on my chest while the other stroked my dick while she rode it and I fucking lost it.

“Grrr, fuck!” I roared.

“This shit feels so good. The piece of a God!” She muttered.

“Keep fucking me like this, please,” I barely got out.

Up, down, stroke.

“Zeus, it’s me and you, baby, that’s it.”

Up, down, stroke.

“Mm, pussy so creamy, so fucking tight dawg.”

Up, down, stroke.

“Say it. You and me.”

Up, down, stroke.

“Wa-wait. Slow down, baby, not too fast.”

Up, down, stroke.

“Say it!” she barked.

Up, down, stroke.

“Shit! You and me, Sasha, fu-fuucck!”

There was her tongue again. This time it traveled up my nose. She allowed her teeth to pull the mask off. Her gaze was soft and innocent. Sasha was so fucking beautiful, a nigga was gone. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. If it meant I had to kill a nigga for her, so be it. She came from under my arms, got up, and bent over the sofa's edge. I stood, with my hands still tied, behind her. She reached back, grabbed my dick, and placed it so I could enter her. When I did, she pulled at the rope bringing me as close as she could while I beat her pussy down. Her loud cries filled my house.

“Zeus, it hurts so good,” she whined.

Her body bounced back and forth until my nut brewed, and I exploded. Her whines turned into howls as she came right after. Once we were done, we lay on the couch, embracing each other. The thought of her not being in my bed every night crossed my mind. I honestly didn’t want her to leave ever, but I knew I needed to respect her space, so another idea popped into my head.

I took a hand full of her ass in my hand as I planted a sweet kiss to her forehead. “I want you to have a key to my place. No need to break in when you can simply use a key,” I told her.

She eased her head to look at me, “Zeus, I-I don’t know.”

“I’m not asking you to move in. Although it would be nice, I want you to have a key. My space is your space, Freckles.”

She smiled, then kissed my chest. “Ok.” She paused. “Zeus, I want you to behave. I don’t want anything to happen to you. I couldn’t bear it.”

I knew she was speaking on that nigga Pierre. If she thought, her words were going to keep him safe she had me fucked up. I was going to chill, for now. However, if the nigga crossed the line, it’s off with his fucking head. I glanced back at her.

“I hear you. Just know I give no chances. I’m going to step for mine every muhfuckin time. Try a nigga.” I gritted.

Her laugh bellowed. “I know Zeus. I know.”

I nodded. “Good cause I swear I will put a bullet through that nigga’s head.”

She gave me a concerned gaze, then lay back down. It was only minutes before her, and I dozed off.

My feet met the pedal as I began speeding on the highway. My GPS had taken me in a circle, and I was about over it. Since graduating from Toussaint State University, I hadn’t been back. I had been searching for jobs since returning to Florida, but found nothing. It’s funny how people pressure you to get a degree of some sort, only for it to mean nothing in the real world. I found a journalist position for Cove City Press and when they called me for an interview I hopped my ass right on the road.

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