Kingsbridge (a Nas Story)

TEN

[WARNING: From this chapter onward, expect graphic and highly detailed sexual content. This is way different from Book One and more mature in nature. Reader's discretion is advised.]

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Nasir | 7:22pm

"So, what we need to talk about?"

Mel placed her hand on her right hip. Her bob was tucked behind her pierced cartilage and her finger nails were French tipped and much longer since the last time I saw her.

I pulled the left pant leg of my Sergio Tacchini joggers up over my knee. My Air Forces were loosely tied and roomy with each step I took inside of her cramped, one bedroom apartment.

"This shit between us—" I waved my index finger between my chest and where she was standing. Her ass hanging out of her lounge shorts and her titties barely staying put inside of her sports bra. "—it's over with."

"Wifey got you in the dog house?" She joked as she leaned her back against the wall of her living space.

"You think this shit is funny?" I snapped on her. I pressed her against the wall with my jaw clenched tightly. Her facial expression changed real quick. Her hazel eyes gazing back into mine.

"No, it's not." She raised her hands over her shoulders in an act of surrender.

"I'm not fucking playing, yo. This shit is done." I said, centimeters away from her face.

"Are you sure about that?" She licked her bottom lip as I felt her acrylic nails graze against my dick. Then, she grabbed my shit entirely in the palm of her hand.

"Let my shit go." I grit between my teeth.

"Your body is telling me something else, Nas." Mel looked down at my hard on that was poking through my joggers. Fuck!

Mentally, I did not come over here to fuck her. I came over here to dead this shit and to get back right with Gia. My blood was leaving my head above my shoulders and rushing to the head below my waist.

Melanie turned me around and pressed my back against the wall, placing wet and sensual kisses along my jaw and neck.

"Yo, get the fuck off me!" I pushed her shoulders back. She stumbled backwards to the edge of the couch.

"I told you, this shit is over with." I yelled at her as I adjusted my dick through my boxers, trying to alive the pressure from getting hard.

"What the fuck was all of this for then?" Mel found her footing and walked back over to where I was leaning against the wall.

"I told you what it was. It was never going further than us fucking." I told her honestly. She then dropped down to her knees and lifted her chin up at me.

"Say that again—" She said as she kissed my dick through the joggers I was wearing. "—with your dick in my mouth."

"And when you say it—" She pulled my joggers down quickly before I could even react. "—you better fucking mean it."

She pulled my boxer briefs down to my ankles slowly, my dick springing out of the waist band while she did it.

"You hard-headed as fuck." I said to her as she took my dick into the palm of her hand and stroked it slowly. Her eyes were mesmerizing me.

"So are you." She said as she stuck her tongue out. The tip of my slapped firmly against it as she slid my shaft into her mouth slowly—inch by inch.

"Shit." I moaned beneath my breath as I looked down at her putting her pretty mouth of hers to work. Her eyes meeting mine.