We ambled back in the house, me holding the door for her, and locking it behind me. I removed my shoes at the door and removed my shirt. We’d eaten fried chicken, cabbage, and cornbread. I’d gotten full all over again and then smoked. I’d have to find my homeboy’s snacks to eat on in a few. I know he wouldn’t mind. He was just happy I was here. I’ll restock the whole kitchen if Eriss wants me to.
We bypassed the dark living room, me on her heels. We passed Ermias’ door on the way down the hall. I slowed just enough to glance in. He was lying sideways on the bed, dead asleep, one sock off, the other halfway on. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He had a Paw Patrol night light on. I closed his door halfway, ‘cause the shit I planned on doing to his mama, no kid should hear.
Strolling into Eriss’ bedroom, she was in the bathroom, head tilted slightly as she wrapped her hair up. I walked behind her, pressing my front into her back. Our eyes met in the mirror. The light above it threw a soft glow on her face, catching the tiredness, but still a beautiful look in her eyes.
She didn’t move away. That small, but quiet sign made my heart beat a little faster. Eriss had changed into shorts. She’d changed after she cleaned the kitchen.She was slim, but that ass was juicy along with her thighs. I always like some I could grab. In my eyes, Eriss was perfect for me.
Eriss turned the light off, leaving the TV on. It was on the showCops. That alone made me think of Zyleek. I hadn’t heard from him since the strip club. I hoped that nigga was staying out of trouble, and I’d hit him up tomorrow morning.
She got into one side of the bed, and I peeled my shorts off, adjusting my semi-hard dick in my Versace boxer briefs. I slid in on the other side, the mattress dipping under my weight, and before Eriss could even get comfortable, I was pulling her into me.
“You might want to turn the volume up on the TV,” I mumbled in her ear before flicking my tongue inside.
“Zyyyyro,” she moaned out, arching her back. Her ass was pushing into my dick, and I know she felt that big muhfucka.
Eriss trembled. My hands traveled underneath her shirt. I cupped her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers until it hardened. I sucked her neck, she gyrated into me.
“I’ma take care of you, Eriss.” I meant that in more ways than one.
Her breath hitched when I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of her shorts. My dick throbbed with anticipation. Slowly, I pulled down Eriss’ shorts, revealing her smooth thighs. My hand traveled up, caressing her inner thigh, causing her to squirm.
“Tell me what you want,” I murmured, my voice husky.
Eriss turned on her back, looking up at me. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she tried catching her breath. “I want you, Zyro.” My brows rose in surprise and excitement when Eriss reached down to grasp my dick through my boxer briefs. “I…I want you inside of me.”
I growled, rolling on top of her, my body pressing against hers, but I made sure my weight was crushing her. My lips captured hers in a deep, passionate kiss as I pushed my boxers down, letting my dick spring out. “You have a rubber?”
I wasn’t sure how I’d feel if she saidyes,because then I’d wonder who they were for. When Eriss pointed at her nightstand, I narrowed my eyes. She started laughing, but ain’t shit was funny in my eyes.
“The box hasn’t even been opened. It was just…in case. I almost forgot about them,” she giggled. “I was about to let you go inside me raw.”
“It’s tempting, but I know damn well I wouldn’t pull out,” I told her, nibbling her bottom lip before reaching for the drawer in the nightstand. My dick sat right on her thigh.
“Damn, it’s heavy. I’m a little scared,” she giggled, covering her mouth. “Like, for real.”
I grinned, my eyes darkening with a mix of amusement and…possessiveness. Snatching the box out, I tore it open and grabbed a condom. Extra-large. I tore the wrapper open with my teeth. I rolled it on swiftly.
Eriss licked her lips. “It’s been a while, Zyro. For me.”
“I got you, baby.”
She bit her lip when I positioned myself at her warm, wet entrance. Her hands shook on my arms. I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, feeling her tighten around me. Eriss gasped, her grip tightening on my arms and my dick.
“Fuck, you’re tight as fuck, baby. Like you ain’t ever been broken in, and I know you had a kid. You had a C-section?”
Eriss shook her head side to side, a tear falling from her cloudy eye.
“You want me to stop?” I asked, scared I was really hurting her.
“No,” she hissed out. “More. Give me more.”
I complied, increasing my pace, my hips moving faster.
Harder.
The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard banging against the wall with each powerful thrust I gave her. Eriss’ moans turned into cries, and those turned into whimpers.
“You feel so fuckin’ good,” I groaned, wrapping a hand around her throat. Her pussy grew wetter. She loved that shit.
