Page 19 of For the Love of City
“She a hairdresser. She probably a felon her gotdamn self. High class or not, I know she got at least one assault arrest on her record.”
“You stupid as hell, bruh. Everybody ain’t like us.” I looked at her wondering if he was right cause she threatened to curb stomp Trice’s ass like it was second nature.
“Your famous gut must be leading you wrong. Or you so blinded by not wanting her you can’t smell the game on her. If she knows Lyric, she knows us and what we do and how we move. She ain’t blink an eye meeting with us. She was cool as shit. Her lawyer homegirl didn’t either but I think it’s just because she used to being around criminals and shit. Unless she thinks our asses are reformed. But the hair lady? She peep game, recognized it, and probably ran it. You should be happy. Only your ass could sue, win for wrongful imprisonment and be about to come out an even richer nigga than you were before. We got the ends from the businesses and the shit with Ness popping off. It’s only fitting that you find the BlackGriselda Blancoto even out this trifecta win for you.”
I laughed at his stupid ass and picked up my drink. “Trav, don’t have no more fucking rum, nigga. You cut off. Stick to them beers if you gotta drink.”
Travis’ ass was grinning and like me he wasn’t dressed in the team colors. It was even hotter in Texas than it was in Georgia so some shorts and a t-shirt were the standard. “Say what youwant but I ain’t wrong. She a damn good look though. Got her own shit, already good wit’ baby girl and she bad. Nigga, take the blessing or miss out on it. The choice is yours so choose wisely.”
His ass ain’t say shit else just turned and put his eyes on the field because he knew he’d fucked my head all up with that one.
I heard her laughing with Lyric and I saw the two of them with their homegirls eating and falling into one another laughing.
Yeah, I needed her in some kind of way. Now I needed to make a plan. I never failed at anything and I for damn sure wasn’t about to start.
CITY
“COREY! FUCK YES right there!”
I was never a nigga who lost his mind over some pussy but there was certainly a first time for everything.
“Stop fucking moving like you ain’t been begging for this dick all season.”
I smacked her ass again and yanked her back by her long ass hair. I couldn’t tell what felt better: the textured strands I wrapped around my fingers or the pussy I was using this hair to get even deeper inside of. Her back dip was impressive, the arch deep enough so that I could feel her depths and still have her squeezing the life out of me. The look of her deep brown skin glistening with the sweat I’d put there was making me want to go to yet another level and I already felt like I was putting in an Olympic level performance.
I had to because this pussy was absolutely top tier one of one.
These sheets were getting all fucked up, sweat out and soiled before the night was over.
Her grip was just as tight despite how many times I knew her ass had already cum. But it was still squeezing my shit as tightly as when I’d first slid inside.
Ain’t no way in hell pussy should feel like this.
I wasn’t complaining, though. I could tell by the way she carried herself, kinda prissy but ready to fuck somebody up, that this shit was gonna be lethal. I didn’t expect that I would be toes curled, balls deep, praying I would last until she hit her peakagain. Her back dipped dangerously as she fucked me back with the type of prowess of a woman who knew she was going in for the kill. My teeth sank into my bottom lip as I refused to let her hear me break down while I was in her. I’d cry like a bitch over how good this shit was in the bathroom after she left.
The familiarity between the two of us was unexpected. Like she knew when I went deep and wanted her to fuck me back she had no issues doing her part and letting that ass jiggle on my stomach. But when I slowed down she picked up the pace chasing the dick and fucking just the tip. But when that hand went to her shoulder she knew to lie there and let me drill that spot until she rained down all over.
Absolutely fucking sensational.
It was crazy how we ended up here after the crazy day we’d had.
My chap flew to Vegas to elope with her man to celebrate his Super Bowl win. I’d had the privilege of walking her down the aisle with Travis before she went off to do grown folks shit with her husband. And now my ass was making my own dreams come true.
“I’m about to cum!”
She sounded surprised and I was almost insulted, since this wasn’t her first time at the orgasm rodeo. Instead of joining her I had to make a damn point so she wouldn’t play with me again.
I slid my dick out of her as she groaned and twisted her body around. I knew she was about to cuss me out but I could only smirk as her mouth opened. Before she had time to fully react, I spread her ass cheeks wide, gripped the back of her thighs and buried my face in her pussy.
“FUCK!”
Her body locked up but I had no issue with her trying to suffocate me. I was too interested in chasing the high that tasting her pussy had given me. There was something about her tastethat made me immediately an addict. I was trying my best to crawl in this shit, let my tongue set up shop in her walls and never leave. My dick and my tongue were literally going to fight over who could occupy this space.
Damn, did I become an eater after one taste? I was gone have to forgive my mama because now I understood how she could get hooked on that shit.
I didn’t know that we’d end up here. We’d danced around whatever this chemistry was between the two of us for an entire year. But somewhere between the game and the champagne, this decision was made silently and I was thankful that I was fluent in body language. She’d proven that she was cool as shit and the love she had for Lyric was going to always make her good with me. But this pussy? Oh, that meant she could get whatever it was I had and I would hand that shit over with a smile.
The taste of her on my tongue had me gone. I was never shy about eating pussy but her shit had me wanting to say fuck my nut and keep making her legs tremble like this. But I wasn’t that damn giving.
