Chapter 32
Greystone City
“Yeah… put this good ass pussy on me just like this, baby,” Renza moaned in my ear while I straddled him as he held me close with his back pressed against the headboard.
These past three days had been crazy with Renza.
I had been seein’ him in a different light.
Of course, he was still his goofy ass crazy self but I was now gettin’ the romantic Renza.
I was gettin’ the Renza that like to kiss, cuddle and hold hands all day Renza.
I was gettin’ the Renza that felt different than what I was used to, and it was doin’ somethin’ to me I couldn’t even explain.
While he was in my city, we went out and did regular shit like goin’ to get cookies and walkin’ through the park even though it was cold out here now, and the whole time he stayed right up on me like he ain’t want no space between us.
Ever since I got shot, it was like somethin’ clicked in him and he had basically been by my side since.
I ain’t gon’ sit here and say I condone the way Renza killed them three niggas and my best friend but a bitch would be lyin’ if I said that ain’t turn me on.
Yeah, I was scared at times but it came in waves.
The bottom line was, Renza had killed for me, so nothin’ else needed to be said about it.
While he was out here, we decided to keep what we had on the low from Toni, ‘Lo, Pressure and Pluto. It’s not that we was hidin’ shit but it just… we was in our lil’ space and tryna keep shit between us for now. Eventually, we would tell ‘em what we was on.
And yes y’all… I was still kinda sorta communicatin’ with Couture while he was out of town.
A part of me felt bad but I promised myself that when he came back home next week, I was gon’ break shit off with him and just focus on Renza.
And if we bein’ technical, we never officially locked down a title on what we had.
Couture was cool and I really enjoyed my time with him. He was sweet, romantic and could cook his ass off, which was somethin’ Renza couldn’t do. This nigga couldn’t cook to save our lives but with the way he had me feelin’, I ain’t give a damn.
I hated to admit it but Renza just had a different vibe and swag to him. He gave me so much fire that it was hard to put it out. He gave edge and even though he was toxic at times, I couldn’t escape it. Hell, I was toxic too.
Then the sex and the way he was fuckin’ the shit out of me was crazy.
I had never came off gettin’ my pussy ate.
I always got close but never got there, but Renza ain’t play that.
He made sure I came hard every night for three damn nights straight.
I ain’t even know a nigga could eat my pussy so many different ways, but Renza made that shit possible.
He had me squirtin’ and just cumin’ all over the place.
Every day my hair was a mess to the point where I just stopped combin’ it when we stepped out.
I couldn’t get enough and a part of it scared me ’cause I ain’t know what I was gon’ do if this ain’t work.
“Renza. Fuck, nigga… you fuckin’ me so good right now,” I moaned as I kept ridin’ his dick while my titties was pressed tight against his chest.
“Yeah, baby? I’m in this pussy good, huh?” He moaned, spreadin’ my ass further apart and pushin’ deeper inside me.
“Yesss,” I cried, grippin’ him harder.
My thighs covered his, damn near swallowin’ him up but his dick… that muthafucka was handlin’ me. It was so big and even though I was takin’ it, I was sore as hell in the best way.
I kept draggin’ my hips back and forth on him, with my arms wrapped around his neck holdin’ him close. He pushed my hair from my shoulders and kissed all over my neck, and even where I was shot at. He smelled so fuckin’ good and his body felt even better under mine.
“Yeah,” he moaned, smackin’ my ass hard before pullin’ it apart again and diggin’ deeper into my pussy.
I could feel my orgasm buildin’ and there was no way I could sit still through it. I started bouncin’ up and down on Renza, my ass cheeks slappin’ loud against his thighs.
“Ahh, fuck…” he moaned as he threw his head back and bit his lip, losin’ himself under me.
“You like when I put this pussy on you like this baby?” I asked, already knowin’ the answer.
He spread my ass further apart until I hissed and pushed deeper in me, strokin’ me hard from the bottom while I bounced up and down on his dick fast and nasty.
I could tell he was tryna reply but the words wouldn’t come out. His eyebrows was pulled tight and his eyes was closed like he couldn’t even control himself.
I stopped bouncin’ and started draggin’ my pussy back and forth real sloppy on his dick. “You don’t hear me talkin’ to you baby?” I whispered in his ear.
Before he could respond, I started lickin’ and suckin’ all over his neck, draggin’ my tongue slow across his skin.
“You hear me baby?” I asked again.
“Mmm…” He moaned, tryna get it out.
I dragged my ass harder and then started bouncin’ harder. “Talk to me, baby. You know I hate when you ignore me while I’m on this dick.”
“Got damn… yeah baby… I do… fuck,” He finally said, his voice weak and broken like I had him exactly where I wanted him.
Now, I was in my zone, ridin’ Renza just to show him what it was gon’ always be when we got in this bedroom.
He was still tryna grip my ass but his hands kept slidin’, his control slippin’ while I rode him faster and nastier. Both of us was sweatin’ and breathin’ heavy.
“Baby, I’m ‘bout to cum,” he moaned and that made me ride him even harder, slappin’ all this wet pussy on his dick and smearin’ it all over his thighs.
“Tell me you love me,” I cried as I felt my own damn nut buildin’.
“I love you, baby.” He moaned, and the way he said it made my whole body react like he meant every word.
I chased my nut hard, rollin’ my hips, bouncin’ and draggin’ my pussy until I squeezed my eyes shut and came, squirtin’ just a lil’ on him.
“Fuckkkkk!” I cried, ridin’ him harder while I rode out the rest of my nut.
“Roll over baby,” he said out of breath.
When I got off him, his dick slipped out and fell against his thigh hard. I looked down at the cream and cum on it and bit my bottom lip.
Before I could even think, Renza had me on all fours while he got behind me, grippin’ my waist and smackin’ my ass. I sighed and dropped my head when he slid his big ass dick back in me and started fuckin’ me hard.
It was gettin’ too rough so I reached behind me to slow him down but he grabbed my arm and locked it behind my back.
He leaned forward and whispered deep in my ear, “If you reach back here again, I’mma tie you up and fuck you. Don’t touch shit.”
All I could do was nod, grip the sheets, and bury my face in the pillow while he fucked me. I moaned, I cried, I screamed, I begged for mercy but he ain’t let up.
Renza knew how to handle my ass whether he was bringin’ the pain or the pleasure. He knew exactly how to make me tap out and still come back for more.
“You bet not give this pussy away. This shit mine now. I bet not even see you talkin’ to no nigga, or I’m killin’ him,” He said as he pounded me harder.
“You hear me?” He asked, pushin’ deeper and makin’ me cry out.
“Yes, I hear you!”
After a while, I felt Renza’s grip tighten on my hips and after a few more thrusts, he pulled out and came all over my ass, gruntin’ loud while he did it.
I looked over my shoulder at him and felt a chill run through me while I watched him grip his dick. I still couldn’t believe I was takin’ all that.
“You know I’m forreal right?” He asked me.
“About what?” I asked, damn near out of breath.
“You talkin’ to another nigga.”
Renza’s face was serious and I knew he wasn’t playin’.
“Don’t no other nigga need to be hittin’ this pussy but me. I’ll really kill a nigga behind this pussy.”
I laughed it off but I knew he wasn’t playin’. My mind drifted to Couture and how I had been with him before he left.
I wasn’t in the business of gettin’ nobody crossed up and at the end of the day, Renza wasn’t no different than the other Mensah men in his family. I knew his ass was crazy so just to keep everybody safe, I knew I was gon’ have to really leave Couture the fuck alone.
After havin’ sex all damn day, me and Renza was laid up on the couch like we ain’t have a care in the world.
I was stretched out on top of him with my head on his chest, wrapped up in a blanket like a big ass baby while some scary movie played on the TV that I wasn’t even payin’ attention to no more.
My body was sore in places I ain’t even know could get sore, and the way he had been flippin’ me around all day had me feelin’ like I done ran a whole marathon, but I wasn’t complainin’ about none of it.
His arm was wrapped around me, his hand movin’ slow up and down my back while he kissed the top of my forehead every now and then. I could feel his chest risin’ and fallin’ under my cheek, and I felt safe.
I ain’t have to look over my shoulder or worry about who was watchin’ me or what could happen next. Renza ain’t play and I knew that, and even though I ain’t condone everything that came with that, I’d be lyin’ if I said I ain’t feel protected by it.
He had his guns in the Airbnb. I had already clocked that, but that wasn’t even no secret. At the same time, layin’ here on him like this, I ain’t even thinkin’ about none of that. I was just enjoyin’ him.
His phone had been goin’ off for a minute now with calls, texts, all kinds of shit, and every time it lit up, he’d just glance at it real quick and go right back to rubbin’ on me like it wasn’t nothin’ important enough to take him away from me.
I ain’t ask no questions either. That wasn’t my place and I wasn’t about to make it my place.
But then another text came through and this time… it seemed different.
I felt it before I even looked up at him. His body shifted just a lil’ bit under me, like somethin’ in him tightened up, and when I lifted my head to look at his face, his eyes was locked on the phone screen in a way they hadn’t been before.
“You good?” I asked, watchin’ him.
He blinked like he had to come back to where he was at, then looked down at me. “Yeah… gimme a minute.”
I nodded and sat up as he slid out from under me, grabbin’ his phone and walkin’ out the livin’ room without sayin’ nothin’ else. I ain’t chase him or ask no extra questions. If a nigga had somethin’ to handle, I was gon’ let him handle it. Simple as that.
I pulled the blanket tighter around me and leaned back into the couch, watchin’ the TV even though my mind wasn’t really on it no more. About ten minutes passed before he came back, and soon as I saw his face, I could tell whatever that text was about, it wasn’t light.
He ain’t say nothin’ when he came back over to me. He just slid back down on the couch and pulled me back on top of him, but it wasn’t the same. His hand was still on me, still rubbin’, but I could tell his mind was somewhere else.
I ain’t say nothin’ though. I just rested my chin on his chest and looked up at him, watchin’ his face while he stared at the TV like he was tryna focus on it but couldn’t.
After a while, he finally looked down at me, and without sayin’ a word, he leaned in and kissed me.
His lips pressed into mine slow, and when he pulled back just a lil’ bit, our lips kinda stuck together for a second like neither one of us was ready to let go yet. It was soft but it had weight to it, like he was tryna say somethin’ without sayin’ it.
He kissed me again, a lil’ deeper this time, then slid his fingers through my hair like he needed to feel me here.
I ain’t ask him what was wrong. I just let him love on me the way he was doin’, ’cause right now, that was enough.
A couple hours passed like that before we finally got up to go to bed. I had the blanket wrapped around me and snacks in one hand while I held on to his hand with the other, walkin’ behind him.
When we got in the room, he rolled up some weed while I climbed in bed, still wrapped up in my blanket. He was shirtless, just in his briefs, and the way his body looked under the light had me starin’.
He lit the blunt and took a pull, then passed it to me, and we sat in silence for a minute just watchin’ whatever was on the TV.
Then he turned his head and looked at me.
“Reni hit my line.”
I paused with the blunt halfway to my lips but I ain’t say nothin’. I just took my hit and handed it back to him, not wanting to react off impulse.
“She hit me a few times since I been out here,” he went on. “I ain’t answer though.”
“Um… okay…” I said, keepin’ my tone even.
He exhaled slow, then looked down for a second before lookin’ back at me. “She texted me sayin’ she pregnant.”
I felt some type of way, but I ain’t show it. I just sat here, listenin’.
“She said she went to the doctor,” he added. “She like… almost nine weeks.”
I swallowed slow but kept my face straight. I knew about him and Reni. I knew that wasn’t no random situation, so I wasn’t about to sit here and act like I had the right to lose it.
Still… it did somethin’ to me.
He sighed and reached for me, pullin’ me closer. “What you thinkin’?”
I looked up at him, then down for a second before speakin’. “I think you should do what’s in your heart.”
He let out a breath like that answer hit him harder than he expected. “You what’s in my heart, ‘Nelle.”
I nodded slow, but I ain’t even know what to do with that. It sounded good, but the situation wasn’t simple.
“If she really pregnant and she keepin’ the baby,” I said, lookin’ back at him, “then you need to be there. Like… forreal there.”
The way he looked at me after that… it changed.
His eyes softened and his hand came up to my face, his thumb brushin’ over my cheek like he was really seein’ me for what I was sayin’ and not just hearin’ the words. He ain’t say it out loud, but I could tell that meant somethin’ to him.
“You gotta leave?” I asked?
He shook his head and pulled me closer. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere ‘til it’s time for me to leave.”
“You sure?” I asked.
He looked at me like I had said somethin’ crazy, then shook his head again. “Baby… be quiet.”
Then he kissed me.
I kissed him back, slidin’ my hand up his chest while I melted into him, tryna stay right here in this moment and not think too far ahead.
After a second, I laid my head back on his chest, listenin’ to his heartbeat like I had been doin’ earlier.
On the outside, I was cool, but deep down… that shit stung just a lil’.