Page 23 of Krash & Bern

“Can we make love?” he asked.

“Yes.”

The fire in his brown orbs intensified. The deep brown eyes glossed over with lust as he slid his hands across my face to hold the back of my neck. I quaked as his eyes scanned from my eyes to my lips. I leaned forward, closing the distance between us.

“In this moment, nothing else matters. You are my life source, my heart monitor, my breathing machine. I am yours until you release your juices all over my dick. Make it last as long as possible.”

Keyshawn’s words hypnotized me. One moment, we shared a gentle kiss, and the next, I was laid out on my back with his body pressed against mine. My mind was hazy from the passionate lovemaking we were entangled in.

“Fuck!” I moaned out as I dug my fingers into the soft, smooth skin on his back. His back was covered in tattoos, but they were the least of my concerns.

“Remember this feeling, Bernice. Remember the way your body reacts to how deep I fill you with my dick. This pussy is mine forever and always. I don’t care what nigga gets you after me; he’ll never hit your spots like I do.”

Tears slid from my eyelids and disappeared into the sheets as my lips parted and the pleasure gathered in my core. I’d been on birth control for a few years now, so we didn’t fear the possibility of anoopsbaby. He could fill me with his seed with no consequences of a baby—the chances were very slim.

“You’re my world, Bern. I don’t know what I’ll do while you’re gone.”

“C-Continue to be the best version of you. Continue to perfect your boxing techniques. Continue to be the man I’ve loved.”

He buried his face in the crook of my neck as he sped up his thrusts into me. Every stroke of his dick touched my G-spot in the perfect way. My legs shook as the pleasure pooled in my core. Eruption was inevitable. I cried as I clung to his sweat covered body.

“I’m close,” I warned.

“Me too.” His voice was muffled as he bit down on his bottom lip. The faces he made while he was deep inside of me were always a marvelous sight to see.

I didn’t want to end things. I didn’t want our love story to end. However, distance was a very big deal breaker for him. I had to respect his feelings and pray God brought us back together one day.

Our orgasms mixed inside of me as he collapsed onto the bed beside me. I turned onto my side and cuffed my hands under my head and stared at him.

“I love you, Krash.”

“I love you more, Bern.”

This moment would be the last moment we shared for almost a decade. He’d always be a thought in my mind, but my life couldn’t stop because of a broken heart. I chose my career, and it was my duty to become the best in whatever I decided to do.

Eight years later

“Introducing… the defending light heavyweight champion of the world… Krash Williams!” The announcer shouted into the microphone as the lights in the arena dimmed. My intro song played as my entourage and I stepped out and headed down the path to the ring.

The gold and black shorts stopped just above my knees. My black gloves with gold wrist support were light but packed a punch. My mouth guard was designed to look like a mouth full of diamonds. Over the past eight years, I’d created a name for myself in the boxing streets. I was undefeated. I’d never been knocked down since I’d transitioned into the professional world of boxing. These niggas couldn’t stand a chance against me.

I stopped at the ring and turned toward the crowd. Celebrities sat in the first two rows, and I made sure to dap a couple of them up.

“Keep your head in the game, Krash.” Coach Larry began his speech. Every fight consisted of him reminding me of who I was, what my purpose was, and my opponent’s strengths.

Carlos Gonzalez was on a mission to take the crown from me tonight. He was a young Hispanic man from California. He had a decent stat sheet, but he wasn’t shit compared to me. He was a few inches shorter than my six-feet three-inch height, so I also had that advantage on him as well.

Once the match formalities were over, we touched gloves, and they rang the bell to signal the first round. He danced on his toes around the ring as I kept my face protected with my gloved hands.

“Are you going to dance like you auditioning for a part on Broadway, or are we going to fight like grown men?” I asked with the mouthpiece still in my mouth.

Gonzalez chuckled. “You want to rush your ultimate demise?”

“Not happening tonight.”

One thing about being on top was that half the world always prayed for my downfall. None of my matches never made it to the final round. They always ended with a knockout in the first four rounds—always. They wanted to see me fall from grace because of my attitude in the media.

My manager and best friend, Gary, had been pissed over the last couple years because I always found myself in the tabloids with a new scandal. I think the last headline read something along the lines of:Light Heavyweight Champion Krash Williams Faces Another Paternity Suit.

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