Page 15 of For the Love of City

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 peak again.

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 taste that 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.

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, my lips 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.”