Mason Neiman: An African American Romance

by Jatoria C.

She was beautiful, there was no doubt about it, but there was something else about her that I couldn’t put my finger on. At first, I didn’t approach her. Instead, I found myself following her to learn her school schedule and sitting behind her in the lunchroom to see what kind of food she ate.

In such a short amount of time, she became so special to me that I contemplated dating her because I didn’t want to lose the bond we had. If she hadn’t come to me a few months ago and asked me to take her virginity the week of her seventeenth birthday, we probably would have still been playing games with each other.

Just like those other men, though, he would soon learn that loving Tylee was a death sentence.

“You two are playing a dangerous game. I know he hurt you in the past, and before you start, I know you don’t like to talk about it. But maybe it’s time you were honest with yourself about a few things. The day I found you in the bathroom, you were so hurt and broken, but Tylee, that was ten years ago. Can you not see that everything Mason has done since then is to prove to you that he really loves you?”

Mason scoffed before opening his plate. “If you want that nigga to keep breathing, I would advise you to tell him to stay in his fucking place,” he retorted.

If he kept acting like Hellen Keller in this bitch, I was about to make sure he wouldn’t ever be able to see or hear again.

“Don’t talk to me while you got that nigga’s ring on your finger. If I didn’t love your ass so much, I would have snatched that ugly motherfucker off your finger and chucked it out the window. I am not in the right mind right now, and I don’t want to be too rough.

Dear God. How the fuck could I not see how insane in the head this crazy motherfucker is?

is it insane or just love

Tylee. All couples argue. We will be alright.” “I don’t know, Mason. From the story you just told me, you might have lost Shawty forever unless you hit her with some magical ass deep strokes to make her forget all the crazy shit you done did.” Magical. Fuck, that’s it. Why didn’t I think of that?

“Look at my pretty ass pussy spread wide for me. That pussy begging for my dick like a needy little slut.”

Mason smacked my pussy a little before I felt the head of his dick sliding inside me. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it roughly, forcing a deeper arch in my back.