I hummed around his dick, the vibrations as I continued to suck the skin off his dick, sent shivers through his body. The grip on my hair grew tighter. It wasn’t painful. It turned me on and made me wetter. Zyro grew harder in my mouth, his shit pulsing. My hand and mouth worked faster because I was determined to bring him near the edge.
Zyro tried pulling away, but I squeezed a little tighter. His head fell back, and the most beautiful contorted expression was on his face. One fist flew to his mouth to keep him from screaming out.
“I’m to come down your damn throat, Eriss. Fuck, what are you doing to me?” he growled out.
I looked up at him, never breaking my suction. Spit dripped from the sides of my mouth. With a final deep thrust, Zyro spilled down my throat, and I swallowed every drop, milking him dry.
I licked my lips as I pulled back. He helped me up and put me on my back. Zyro strolled over to the nightstand, dick swinging, to grab a condom.
“We’re going through this whole box ‘fore Ermias comes home,” he stated, causing me to giggle.
Zyro ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled the rubbed on. I crawled to the top of the bed, and he climbed in behind me, hovering over me. I spread my legs, inviting him in, my body already aching for him.
Zyro ran the head down my slit, his eyes locked on mine. “I’ma fuck you so good.”
He pushed inside of me, filling me up completely. Zyro grabbed my hands and held them above my head at thewrists.He began to move his hips, and the only sounds in the room were him stirring my pussy, the slapping of our skins, and our heavy breathing.
I wrapped my legs around him, urging him to go deeper.
“You want me to fuck you harder?” he asked, he quizzed in my ear. I shivered.
“Yes,” I answered.
Zyro’s thrusts became more powerful…more desperate. The headboard knocked so hard against the wall; I was sure it would dent.
“Put her knees to your chest, Eriss.” Scared as fuck, I did as he asked. “Keep ‘em there.”
One hand flew to my breast, and he began to roll his finger over my nipple as he circled his hips and then dipped deep inside, causing my mouth to open. Nothing escaped. Zyro hit the bottom of my pussy. The pleasure was intense, bordering on pain. I could feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge, as he moved in and out with a ferocity that left me breathless. I was losing it.
As much as I didn’t want to fall for another guy so fast…I was falling hard for Zyro. It was hard believing that he wouldn’t hurt me…hurt Ermias…not physically, but mentally if he ever left. I knew relationships didn’t last sometimes, but I couldn’t lie and say I would hate it if Zyro decided he didn’t want me anymore.
“Give it here,” he coaxed, and as soon as the words left his mouth, my body gave out. “Come all over my shit, love.”
I did, almost pushing his dick out. Zyro fucked me through my orgasm so he could get his. Once he emptied the clip and pulled out, I was rolling over and sucking on my thumb.
The next afternoon
As soon as I walked into Mahlia’s house, she began to twerk with one of her legs up.
“I see that walk, girl. Hips already spreading too!” she laughed.
I looked down, frowning. “Stop lying, Mahlia.”
“Shit, made you look. They’ll be spreading soon, though. Stomach might be growing soon, too.”
“We use protection. I don’t want another kid anytime soon,” I told her, dropping my purse on the sofa and then my body. “Where is Ermias?”
“In the backyard, playing with the new toys I bought him,” she answered with a smile.
“He is so spoiled.” I ran a hand through my natural hair. Zyro had taken the weave out for me; he even washed it, but I’d blow-dried and hot combed it. I still had the money he told me to use partially on a new hairstyle, so I was thinking about getting braids. The only thing is, I didn’t want to sit long for them.
Mahlia, in her lounge wear, sat down beside me with her legs underneath her.
“So, are you in love yet?” she questioned, causing me to loudly laugh.
“Mahlia! What? No!” I squealed out. “You are crazy. Why’d you ask that? Did Zyro say anything?”
Mahlia grinned, wiggling her freshly threaded brows. “Nah, girl. Zyro doesn’t talk his bedroom business with me, and I wouldn’t even want to know. I can just tell by that crooked walk my boy is handling his business.”
