Page 48 of Cove City: Vol. I

Back and forth.

“Mmm, girl,” I moaned.

Back and forth.

“I don’t want to be a season,” she moaned.

Back and forth.

I shook my head as I brought her closer, closing the space between us. I buried my face between her breasts as I growled. “No season baby, love a nigga the long way, please.”

Back and forth. Stop.

“Love?” she whispered.

We gazed at each other with no motion, no words, almost as if we were holding our breath together. She said it again, “Love?”

My heart began racing.Fuck it!I nodded my head up and down slowly. Tuesday began moving back and forth again. “Yeah, mmm, yes love,” I muttered.

She placed one hand on my chest and the other on my thigh. She leaned back slightly as her mouth moved, but nothing came out."Love,"she mouthed.

Tuesday’s pussy got wetter as she slowly let it love on a nigga.“Love.”She mouthed again.

Smack!I smack the side of her ass.

“Say it!” I growled.

“Love,” she moaned.

Smack!

“Say it again!”

“Love.”

Both hands to her waist. “A nigga loves you Tuesday. Yeah, I love your ass.”

She swiveled her hips, then wrapped her arms around my neck. Her tongue played with my ear, “Sss fuck!” I grunted.

“I love you, Pierre.” She whispered.

She fucked on me for a few more minutes before we had cum together. Once we were done, I hopped on the highway and headed home. When we arrived, she stopped at the door. “Is he here?”

I had forgotten that she didn’t want to be around Quinton. I knew I needed to make a choice, and as much as I didn’t want to, I did. I opened the door to him standing right there. “Whoa shit!” I yelled.

“Sup nigga,” he said.

I ran my hand over my head. “My girl coming in. You got to shake,” I told him.

He frowned at me, “Nigga where is your grills?”

“In the car, why?”

“You switching up?”

“Nigga you trippin. Holla at me tomorrow.”

Quinton grilled me as he peeked out the door, “You choosing her over your blood?”

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