“That’s what I said, ain’t it?”
She tossed her head back, her ponytail falling. “You did. He adores you so much.
“That’s my homeboy,” I said, trailing Eriss inside the house, the coolness relieving me from how warm my body was. The adrenaline from earlier still there.
“You ate?” Eriss questioned, turning her head to the side.
I shook my head. “Not since earlier, but I am hungry.”
“I cooked steak, mashed potatoes, green beans, and rolls.”
“Gah damn. Let me shower, and then I’ll be ready to eat. I want dessert after.”
“I didn’t…oh!” Eriss’ face reddened.
I licked my lips and nodded. “Yeah, that dessert.”
“You’re so nasty,” she hissed with a smile.
12
ERISS JACKSON
“Fuck, Zyro,” I whimpered as I arched my back, pressing myself against his mouth.
He peered up at me, never stopping the flick of his tongue, his eyes dark with desire. My hips bucked voluntarily as we held a stare as he continued to flick, suck, lick, and kiss. Pleasure coursed through my body.
I loved how Zyro took his time pleasuring me. He wasn’t just all about pleasing himself. He took his time, exploring every inch of me with slow, deliberate licks and sucks, building my arousal to a fever timbre.
“Zyroooooo!” I cried, my hands gripping the back of his head. “That feels so good.”
Mahlia had come over, eaten, and since she was off tomorrow, she took Ermias to her house to take him shopping tomorrow, or so that was what she said. She was taking him shopping for sure, but her real motive was to give me and Zyro some time to ourselves.
“Shit, I love the way you taste, baby. So sweet and addictive,” he growled out. “This my shit. I want my shit to give me what I want.”
I could feel the pressure building inside of me from his words and tongue. My body coiled tight as Zyro’s skilled tongue and fingers worked inside of me. He slipped two fingers inside, curling them to hit the perfect spot, while his mouth continued to devour me.
“I’m close, Zyro!” I yelled.
“Come for me, love. Come all over my face.”
A final cry came out as I shattered. My body convulsed as waves of pleasure washed over me, and Zyro continued eating my pussy, riding out my orgasm. Like he wanted, my came so hard, it hit him all over his face. I honestly didn’t think I could do that until the first time Zyro and I had sex. I’ve never come so hard until him.
He stood, covered in my juices. “Gimme a sec, then I’m finna beat that pussy sore.”
He took off toward my bathroom and disappeared behind the door. I heard the water running as I tried catching my breath.
Zyro emerged a moment later, his face clean, but those dark eyes burned into me. He stood before me, between my legs, his chiseled body hovering over mine as he leaned forward. I could feel the hardness of his dick against my thigh.
He grinned, showing those perfect white teeth and dimples. This man is so handsome, sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve him. Reaching down, I gripped him in one hand, using my thumb to circle the head.
“Shit,” he growled out. “What you gon do wit’ it?”
Letting go, I told him to back up. He did. I stood out of bed and dropped to my knees before him. Grabbing him in my fist, I flicked my tongue out, teasing the sensitive tip. Zyro groaned, hands fisting my hair, guiding me as I took him into my mouth.
I swirled my tongue around his head, savoring the salty, musky taste of him. My cheeks hollowed out as I sucked him in deeper, creating a tight, wet pressure that had Zyro bucking hiships. His black socked toes curled into my carpet. I bobbed my head, both hands working in tandem with my mouth, stroking and sucking in a rhythm that had him cursing and groaning.
“Fuck, Eriss. Shit. Shit. Shit,” Zyro panted, voice strained.
