Page 24 of City of Gods

“I still don’t trust you,” she said, like I didn’t notice the way she gripped that damn knife.

“You just ain’t been fucked properly. You’ll drop it. Trust me.” She mounted me, pressed the blade against my throat, and eased her wet pussy down on me, pausing to hiss at the way I stretched her.

She was so fucking tight. I didn’t know if shorty could handle it all. I stared between us, letting the sharp edge of the knife press into my skin. There was discomfort but not enough to deter me from catching the view of my dick disappearing inside of her.

“Mmm, shit,” she moaned, biting her lip. Her hold on the knife loosened but she didn’t drop it. “Goddamn, Bakari.” She placed her hands on my shoulders, and no…she didn’t put it down. She held it while she sat on my dick and bounced her ass.

“Fuck, girl.” The way her walls gripped me, I didn’t even give a fuck about the knife anymore. Honestly, I think I liked it. She was toxic but her pussy was a goddamn oasis in a desert of boring, dry-ass women who weren’t worth the dick I threw at them. The sound of her and I slapping together had me zoned the fuck out in the best way.

When I felt electric jolts firing up and down my legs and throbbing through my dick, I knew I had to flip her over. I wasn’t ready to come yet. I had to drag this shit out.

I picked her up and pushed her to the side, making her tumble onto the couch. “What the fuck are you doing?” she shouted, her face twisting into a frown.

I didn’t answer her because I was still in the zone. I grabbed her damp hair and made her kneel then lean over the couch. I came behind her, my dick jutting out from my body, hard and glistening from her pussy. I stroked myself, using her juices for slip as I slid beneath her, pulling her hips down so her soaked pussy kissed my lips.

All of her complaints stopped when she felt my mouth on her again. She settled on my face and I ate and ate until I had my fill. I ate until my face was drenched. Until she begged me to stop because she was shaking and vibrating and couldn’t catch her breath.

I moved from beneath her and eased into her pussy again, grabbing her hips and pulling her back against me. “All that fucking mouth you got, you better fuck me back, Sanai.” Her name came out as a low, rumbling growl that put a little more pep in her step.

She threw her ass back on me, making our bodies find that already familiar rhythm and clapping beautifully. I stared down at the motion of my hips driving forward and my dick plunging into her wetness over and over. The dip of her back. The way she tossed her hair over her shoulder to look at me. Everything she did, everything we did together was top-tier.

She must have thought the same thing because she dropped the knife so she could grip the fabric covering her couch cushions. Her loud whimpers and pleas made me fuck her deeper with even more purpose. I wanted her to come so many times she couldn’t think straight. I got off on watching the woman I was fucking enjoying herself on my dick.

“Fuck, I’m about to come again,” she told me through heavy exhales. I took a fistful of her hair and yanked her up on her knees, making her back go straight. I turned her head so that I could kiss her lips while I stroked her pussy. I broke away from her because I felt her squeezing tighter and I knew I couldn’t hold out anymore.

I pushed her back down and drove into her, slowing my pace, making sure she felt every inch of my dick. After a few more strokes, I pulled out, watching her tremble. It pushed me over the edge, giving me something beautiful and sexy to look at while I came on her ass and up her back.

Looking at her glistening honey-brown skin wasn’t supposed to make me want to fuck her all over again but…damn. My seed splashed on that golden silk, making me want to go for round two. I shook my head and slapped her ass before I stood to my feet. I had to remember this was a one-time thing. Maybe I could make it a one-night thing though because I had to get inside of her again.

Six

Did this nigga just blow my entire back out and then stroll down the hall looking for the bathroom…naked? My head popped up when I heard him walk off and then heard the hall bathroom door open.

He had phenomenal dick.

Like seriously. It made me mad how good his dick was because now I understood why he talked so much shit. He could back it up. I swear, that was the worst kind of man. The kind who could prove everything he said.

When he came back, he wiped me slowly, being careful and gentle. I’d watched those skilled hands cut a perfect square from my thigh last week and I hated him then. Now, he was wiping his cum off my ass and I wasn’t mad at it.

What the fuck happened to me?

I gave into those damn bedroom eyes. Those lips. That smile.

I gave into too damn much.

At least my mind was clear, though. That was a good thing. I knew exactly how I would get intel from Junior.

“Listen,” Bakari said, pulling on his underwear while I found my shorts and put them on. “I have to go to the Temple but uh…” He licked his lips and eyed me, tipping his head to the side to admire my half-naked body. “I can swing by after I’m done in case you didn’t get your fill.” He pulled his shirt over his head and pulled his gold chain out so that it was visible.

“Wow, just when I think you can’t possibly get any more arrogant.”

“There’s always room for growth, baby.” He grinned and my stomach fluttered. Maybe it was my pussy. “I’m just saying,” he continued. “We still need to talk, right?”

“No. No more talking with you.” I laughed, much to my own shock. “Here’s the thing…I’m going to get in good with Junior’s boy and get the intel I need then I’ll bring it to you and your brothers and y'all can see that I wasn’t lying.”

“That’s important to you, huh?” He stood there, hands in his pocket, studying me. Piercing through me with those onyx eyes.

“It is,” I admitted, forcing the lump in my throat to slide down.

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