“Weh yuh panty deh?”
“I don’t like panties…” she breathes, sliding her fingers to her entrance, lip sink into her mouth as she caress her clit. “Come nuh…” she begs, fingers now pumping fast, too fast. I smirk, noticing her index broken nail digging in. The others are pretty much how the nail tech did them. She lifts her right leg, handgripping her ankle, hips squirming like she can’t handle the pleasure she’s giving herself.
“Shhhiiit… ahh… it feels so good.” It slips from her lips soft, breathless, her brows drawn, eyes half-lidded, mouth open like she needs saving. My dick jumps. No warning, just pressure, thick and bent against my boxers. I adjust my stance, jaw clenched as I watch her. My torso tenses. She doesn’t even realize what she’s doing to me. Or maybe she does.
“Yow…” I grab her throat. Her gaze travels upslowlythen lands on me, her breath shaky, still moving her fingers. I step forward, grab her hands and make them hold my hard dick, her fingers barely closing around me.
“Handle this,” I growl. She bites her lip like she’s proud of herself. She pulls me down on her, pulling my shirt over my head. I do the same, until we’re skin to skin. She lies on her back, one leg pointing to the ceiling, her fingers snaking around her ankles.
I bite back a groan as I slide deep inside her, slick and tight, every inch of me sinking in. Zara’s breath hitches, soft moans slipping from her lips as I move slow, long, deep strokes, savoring how she stretches to take me. Her eyes flutter open, locking with mine, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
“Mmm… ”she sighs.“Ughh..”Mid-thrust, I reach for my phone on the nightstand and flip it on, camera facing us. She catches my eye, grinning, raising a brow, playful, daring. I sit back on one leg, the other planted firm, still moving inside her, holding the phone steady with one hand. Her fingers twist in my hair, pulling me down to her, matching my rhythm with that same sultry smile.
“Say mi name,” I whisper, voice low, thick.
“Nickoi,” she breathes, voice trembling. The camera captures everything, the flicker in her eyes, the rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips part when she moans my name. But it’s toogood, I can’t split my focus. I stop the video, toss the phone aside, and zone in. Her walls hugs me from all sides, I swear post-pregnant Zara gets even better, wet and addicting. No distractions. Only her. Onlyus.
I grip her hips tighter and drive in harder, stroke after stroke, deep and deliberate. Her moans change, turning guttural, raw, rising from deep inside as her back arches and her thighs tremble. She feels like silk, wrapped around me, and it’s like fire’s coiling tight, and every thrust is bringing me closer and closer to an explosion. “Ughh… I feel you… in my stomach…” she bites her lip. But I don’t slow down. I snap my hips faster. Harder. Relentless.
“Y-you’re gonna make me cry..” she whimpers. I smile down at her. It’s the kind of rhythm you get lost in. The kind that pulls the breath right out your lungs. My head drops to the crook of her neck, her skin warm and sweet beneath my mouth as her voice cracks into desperate whimpers. “No, mi cyaa wul thissss…”
She screams,loudand I clamp a hand over her mouth before Mama hears “Shhh,” I murmur against her skin, lips brushing her temple. “Yuh want mi stop?”
She shakes her head fast, eyes wide, glistening. I smirk, kiss her shoulder. Then slow it down. I almost pull all the way out, then push back inslow, watching her body react like it’s too much to handle. Her legs lock around me. Her spine arches. Her jaw clenches beneath my hand as her body shakes. Then—
I pause. Burieddeep. Still. No motion. Just breath. Heartbeats. Tension coiled so tight, it’s humming. Her brows pinch together. She squirms beneath me, mouth muffled. But I don’t move. Iwatchher. Every twitch, every flutter of pleasure across her face. Her body begging for more. “You’re so deep… I can’t… think.” Torture. Good torture. The kind she craves. She tries to roll her hips. I tighten my grip.
“No,” I growl at her lips. “You feel that?”
She nods, tears brimming from how intense it is, how full, how deep I’m buried inside her. Then I slide out, teasingly. She gasps, sharp, breathless, like she just touched heaven. She tenses, and tries to move, she’s at her peak, I release everything in her, cum leaking down her thighs, but before she can recover. I slam back in. She clings to me instantly, arms wrapped tight, like she can’t take another inch, and I give her all of it. Then I pull out again and manage to get a few shallow strokes in, already high off her. I can’t even control myself. She lets out a sigh, long, shaky, heavenly, the kind that tells me she’s gone. Ruined. Blissed out. Our eyes connects, then we smile, for no known reason.
40
Chide
I’m not in the mood today. Maybe it’s because Mama’s leaving, maybe it’s because Nickoi’s acting shady, but the fuse was lit the minute I saw him end that call too quick. We’re in the Starbucks parking lot, waiting on Mama and Gavin to bring out the orders. I’d gone back inside for more money, came out just in time to see Nickoi hang up and slip his phone away like I wasn’t supposedto catch that. Convenient timing, no?
“Let go mi hand, Nickoi,” I grit through my teeth, glaring at him. If my hands weren’t caught up in his grip, I’d slapthe smirk off his face. He smiles like this is a joke to him.
“Let go mi hand, yuh think mi a joke wid yuh?!” My voice snaps sharp, louder now. I try pulling my hand from his, but he holds firm, calm like he knows something I don’t. That pisses me off more.
“A mi sister me a talk to eno b,” he says that like it’s supposed to make everything okay.
“Then mek mi see it.” Myeyes narrow, and his smilefades.
“Zara, mi say a mi sister,” he repeats.
“So why yuh hang up as mi walk out? Why yuh hide the phone? Wah unuh did a talk bout so deep yuh cya talk while mi deh round?” My chest rises with every word.
He sighs, frustrated.
“You too insecure. Mi nuh done tell yuh mi love yuh?”
“And yuh nuh see seh mi have every right fi question yuh? Mi nuh carry two pickney fi yuh? Mi nuh engaged fi married yuh in two weeks? If yuh serious, act serious!” My voice echoes through the car. He looks out the window, jaw clenched.
“Zara… let go mi shirt and ease back.”
Instead, I pull him closer by the collar. “Mek mi see fi mi self then. If it’s really your sister, show me the call log.”
