Page 20 of For the Love of City
I had to pull myself together and slid back inside of her and all that selfless shit went out the window. We both groaned at the feeling of me spreading her wide and filling her up. I propped my foot next to her shoulder and started to drill the same pussy I was just eating like a delicacy. From the way she was soaking my dick and meeting each thrust, this was the type of time she wanted me to be on.
“Beat this pussy up, City, fuck!”
I understood how football niggas felt now. Having somebody cheering you on while you were at work was some heady shit. I did exactly as she requested rearranging walls and giving her pleasure. I pulled her back by her throat so her body was flush with mine and all she could do was lay back against my chest while I fucked her. My hands were at her throat squeezing, mylips on the lobe of her ear sucking gently, which contradicted the hard long strokes that I delivered. I dived, she gushed and squeezed and the combination was going to end us both. Her legs were shaking again and I swore I felt a bead of sweat or a tear on her face. My dick was twitching and I knew he was about to throw in the towel. I filled up the condom just as soon as I felt her release again.
Spent we both fell forward on the bed and I couldn’t even catch myself before my weight was on her back. Her muffled giggle had me thinking she was enjoying how she’d made me come apart and I had to respect a woman who knew what she had to offer. Porsha put that shit on me and I wasn’t afraid to admit it.
When I finally remembered myself I moved off to one side and only a light groan from her showed her displeasure.
“You good?” I was hesitant to ask because I ain’t want to fuck up the mood but I had to make sure she wasn’t regretting my dick being in her.
“I’m fucking phenomenal at the moment. I don’t know if I need a nap, a soak, a meal or to run a mile.” She had a dreamy ass sound to her voice that had my ass grinning.
“Damn all that?”
The room was lit by the Vegas skyline filtering through it and it cast kaleidoscope shadows over her body. I should’ve closed the blinds and shit but by the time we got in here privacy wasn’t at the top of the to do list.
She turned to me and smiled. “I mean…were you here?”
“It’s my dick that has you all discombobulated remember?” I couldn’t help but be smug and the laughter she gave me reassured me that all was well.
“Unforgettable, which isn’t good.” She sighed and the lightness seemed to drain from her voice.
“Why? I’m slightly offended you got all this energy for real.” I leaned up staring at her, trying to figure out what was up with her.
“Good dick don’t just put you to sleep. It can invigorate you, get your juices flowing like a good muse or lull you into a blissful slumber. Or it can leave you craving another hit. That’s why they say it’s a drug. Sex hits all the potential dopamine spots in your brain and has you acting out. Which is probably why I avoided this for so long.” She motioned between the two of us letting me know the this she was talking about was us linking.
“You were running from me, P?”
That giggle filled the air again, louder than it was before as I drank in the sight of her. My eyes had been on the ceiling, trying to catch my breath in the semi-dark room, but now they were firmly planted on the expanse of silky chocolate skin that I’d had the pleasure of feeling.
“Running is a strong word and makes me sound like a weak bitch. I was taking a pre-reprieve from you. A strategic withdrawal of being in your presence without a buffer. You’re…”
“I’m what?”
“Dangerous.”
“Got damn you turning into a Karen on me and shit, Porsha? You gone call me a thug next?”
She pushed me in the chest either forgetting she was ass naked or not caring to hide herself from me. “Shut up, City. Not like that. I mean yeah definitely like that but not toward me. I mean you’re potent.Consuming. You have a way about you that doesn’t tolerate less and I knew that I wasn’t going to let myself be trapped like that. I had to protect my peace.”
“You think I’m bringing hell with me?”
She bit her lip and I knew she was trying to choose her words carefully. I had thick skin so I really wanted her to say what she needed to.
“Corey, you were in prison for a minute. Not to judge but folks like freedom once they’ve had it taken away. I wasn’t about to think this was something and it not be. Then I’m the one out here in cuffs or fighting one of my closest friends cause I done stabbed your ass.”
“You been planning to shank me because of my dick? Like it’s just wayward as fuck and running up in anything?” Her logic was sound but damn I thought we’d become friendly or some shit like that for the last few months.
“If I thought that, we wouldn’t be here. But I also know that this won’t go further than tonight so I’m fine. I needed a release and you’ve provided all that and more.”
Her body was still pliant, relaxed from the way my dick had put her in a coma. I felt used but not in a bad way. More like I didn’t want to only be used once. “You talking like this is it?”
She glanced out the window before she smiled slowly. “There’s a few more hours until dawn to take advantage of.”
I wasn’t sure if I was going to get the chance to have her like this again so wasting time wasn’t something that I wanted to do. She looked spent but I had the urge to slide back up in her. If this was going to be a onetime thing I was for damn sure going to make it a night to remember.
She wrapped her legs around me silently letting me know that everything was good to go. As quick as possible I slid another condom on and eased my way back into her walls.
