Twenty minutes later, I shoot a load of gooey custard down in her throat. She swallows, then allows some to dribble outta her mouth and slide along the sides of my dick, then greedily slurps and laps up the rest of my nut. Gobble, gobble, I think, runnin’ my hands through her hair. Mmmm-hmmm, good. “That’s right, baby, drink up ya mornin’ shake.”
Three hours later, the air in my room is hot, sweaty, and filled with the scent of intense fuckin’. Akina and I are sweaty and lay up in my bed, catchin’ our breaths. Her head is on my chest and I am lightly brushin’ my fingers over her soft skin. Yeah, a nigga like me likes to cuddle…uh, don’t get shit twisted—only when I’m gonna benefit from it. Otherwise ya ass is beat. I’ma bust this nut, and be out.
“Why you so quiet?” she asks, liftin’ her head up and lookin’ at me.
I shake my head. “I’m thinkin’.”
“About what?”
I take my time before answerin’, then sigh. “It’s nuthin’.”
She lightly strokes my face, then traces my lips with her fingertips. “Alex, baby, don’t do me like that. I told you, I’m here for you. I can tell something’s on your mind. You can talk to me about anything. I got your back.”
I grab the side of my head, pressin’ my eyes shut, actin’ like I’m tryna fight back tears. “Yo, why you so good to me?”
“’Cause I love you.”
Awwww, damn! He we go wit’ this love shit. The word makes a nigga like me cringe, but I keep it together. “But I ain’t ya man. And I most likely never will be.”
“Yeah, I know. But it still doesn’t change how I feel about you. I know you out there doin’ you. Hell, don’t think I’m not gettin’ it in, but none of them niggas compare to you.”