My body tensed as I fought to maintain control. I reached between us, finding her clit, and rubbed it in tight circles. Eriss cried out as I hammered her pussy with no mercy. She began to meet me thrust for thrust as I talked her through it.
“That’s it, baby. Give me that shit. This yo’ dick. Squirt on yo’ dick. Gimme allat shit,” I whispered through clenched teeth. “Fuck it.”
I pulled out and flipped her lil’ ass with one arm. I wanted to see that shit from the back. I wanted to see her take all of me.
Eriss arched her back, head down, ass in the air. I smacked it, watching it move like jelly. Looking up, I thanked the Man upstairs for this shit. Her body still trembled as I positioned myself behind her. She looked back at me over her shoulder as I buried myself back inside.
“Fuuuuck!” we both moaned.
I had to sit in it for a moment, but Eriss had other plans. She began to throw her as back slowly at first, and then she sped that shit up. I wiped at my eyes, unbelieving what the fuck I was seeing.
That’s why that nigga ain’t want to give her up.
Not taking away from the fact that she was a nice, sweet girl and a bomb ass mama to her son, but my lil’ baby was a freak. A damn stripper in the bedroom. She would move it in circles and then back and forth, letting me see her pussy swallow my shit. Grabbing my dick, I pulled out to see her shit filled with white cream.
“Zyro! Put it back in,” she demanded. I chuckled and did as she asked of me.I was willing to do anything Eriss wanted. Long as she ain’t take her heart or this pussy from me.
I started to move, my hips thrusting against her, each movement deep and deliberate. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with our moans and gasps. Eriss cried out, her body convulsing as she came, her inner muscles clenching around me. The sensation sent me over the edge, and I came hard as fuck, gripping her ass roughly.
We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat. Our breathing came out in ragged gasps.
“Shit,” I huffed, pulling out. I rolled onto my back and removed the condom, pinching it so I wouldn’t spill the contents out on her bed. It wouldn’t have made a difference. There was a big ass wet spot underneath her.
Eriss’s eyes were closed, and her knuckle was in her mouth. She was snoring lightly.
“I know you fuckin’ lyin,” I muttered, snickering. “I know you fuckin’ lyin.”
The sharp pop-pop-pop yanked me out of my sleep. My hand shot out to where I had put my Glock after I’d woken Eriss sowe could shower and change the sheets, then she had instantly fallen back asleep.
“What was that?” Eriss groggily asked, sitting up.
“Stay here,” I whispered. She inhaled sharply at the sight of my gun. My first thought was Ermias. “Wait! Zyro! Were those gunshots? Shit! Ermias!”
Eriss hopped up, and I stopped her.
“Stay here. I’ll get him. I can’t worry about you and him. Stay low just in case and away from the windows.”
I crossed the hall in two long strides and pushed his door open with my shoulder while keeping an eye on my surroundings. The gunshots were from outside, but I couldn’t be sure if someone was inside until I got to Ermias.
He was still knocked out, oblivious to anything around him. Quickly, I scanned the window. No shattered glass. No holes.
“Zyro.”
I turned to see a hardheaded Eriss now in a silk robe tied around her body. She held her phone out to me. It was on the ADT camera app. My eyes squinted at the screen as I saw my truck being shot up.
“Your fuckin’ baby daddy,” I gritted. “I’ma kill him.”
One thing about me, I take in everything. I captured that nigga’s build and how he moved. That was him on that screen shooting my fuckin’ truck.
“Delion?” Eriss asked, confused.
“Stay inside. Stay with Ermias.”
She started to protest, but I gave her a look that I meant what I said. I went back to her room to throw on my clothes and shoes. In the bathroom, I brushed my teeth. It was one thing to shoot up my truck, but to shoot where your son lay his head was fucked up. When I said I was gon kill that nigga. I meant that shit.
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ZYRO COLEMAN
