Page 27 of Cove City: Volume II
I didn’t want to cry because I had cried enough, but this was more emotional than I expected. Being with a man who wore his heart on his sleeve was different for me. The men prior moved with their dicks, thought with their egos and their pride, shit that “P” was plastered all over their faces. To have a man as vulnerable in this moment like Pierre was different, and the shit was pulling at me. It was pulling at my heartstrings so much that the tears were almost automatic.
“Then I saw you with Sasha and that made me feel like you chose her, but I know now that wasn’t the reason. You don’t have to explain because we have talked, and I don’t want you to reopen those scars, Pierre. I want them to heal. Even if that means I need to help you heal them. Pierre, I love you. I fell in love with you quickly, but I wouldn’t take it back, I swear. I just need to know you got me no matter the circumstance, because baby, I got you.”
He laid his head in my lap. “I got you the long way. Promise me that we’ll talk things out before we do some shit like this again. I needed you and I needed you badly. Tuesday, you did something for me. You opened my eyes to things I swore would never happen to me. A nigga not perfect, a nigga not good with words, but what I am good at is learning to be the man you need me to be. Quinton will get handled. I need you to trust me. Doyou trust me?” he said as he lifted, bringing his face only inches away from mine.
I trust you.I mouthed.
“Say that shit again,” he mumbled.
I trust you.I mouthed again.
I love you.He mouthed.
My finger slid across his lips, and he captured it in his mouth. Pierre gripped my thighs tightly, yanking me to the edge of the chair. “No running,” I heard him say. “My shorty doesn’t run from the dick; she takes it.”
Snatch.
He pulled me even further to the edge as both hands slid further up my legs and underneath my dress. His eyes widened as he glanced at me, “No panties?”
I giggled. “No.”
“Don’t move.”
Pierre stood, exposing his tall stature. He took off his shirt, then his pants. “God,” I mumbled when I saw his curved, long dick.
One thing about him was that he was blessed. He stepped closer toward me with it right in my face. Mymouth watered from the sight. He grabbed my hand, to stand me up. Then slowly slid my dress off, and there it was, that touch. That touch made my skin feel like it was blessed with love.
He winked. “We’re doing something different, baby. It’s been a minute, and I hope like hell you’re ready.”
Without warning, Pierre picked me up and flipped me upside down. My legs wrapped around his neck while my arms were around his waist. For a minute, I was shocked, but when I felt his tongue tap on my pussy, my mouth fell open. “Ooo, baby,” I moaned.
I closed my eyes for a second, only to open them and be met with his curved monster. I moved my head until I captured thetip of his dick in my mouth. I wanted him to be just as pleased. I heard him grunt as my tongue lapped all over the head before I fully took him into my mouth. I wanted to suck him up so good the nigga wouldn’t be able to function afterwards.
I felt his tongue dive into my pussy, and my legs jerked around his neck. I removed my mouth from around him, “Oh my—”
“Hmm, mmm,” I heard him.
Slurp! Hum! Suck! Hum! Slurp! Suck!
It was the battle of the sixty-nine. Every time he licked this pussy, I was trying to devour his dick.
Slurp! Suck! Hum! Slurp! Suck!
“You taste so good, baby,” he groaned.
Slurp! Hum! Suck! Hum! Slurp! Suck!
My hips began to roll because the man was eating me like he was in a watermelon contest. Suddenly, he flipped me back around. Each of my legs rested over his arms. Pierre took strides over toward the window. “I want you to fuck me tonight.”
“Pierre,” I moaned.
The man’s dick wasn’t even inside of me, and I was fucking moaning. “Fuck me Tuesday. Fuck a nigga like a drunk Friday night.” He smiled.
All I could do was nod. He raised my hips before he swerved my body slightly to ease me down onto him so slowly that all I could do was moan. “Ooo ssss,” I hissed.
Up, down roll swivel.
My back pressed against the cool window allowing my skin to grip. He scooted closer to close the space between us. My arms wrapped around his neck tightly as our foreheads touched.
