“Look at me while you take your clothes off, Zaire.” Meadow was hot and ready.
He laughed, his hands fumbling with his belt. He unbuckled it, then his jeans. Slowly, Zaire took his clothes off, leaving his boxer briefs for last. “When I’m inside of you, you better notrun…you better talk all that fly shit you like to talk…you better whisper my name and don’t get too loud. We can’t wake my girl Magnolia up.”
Meadow gulped just as his girthy dick sprang free. The head was mushroomed, slightly discolored but beautiful like him. Creamy chocolate that made her drool.
Running his hands against her thighs, he left a trail of chill bumps that did nothing to cool Meadow’s rising temperature. “Com’ere, baby…spread those legs.”
Slowly, Meadow obliged.
“Fuck!” Zaire chewed his lip, gawking at her. “Beautiful.”
Her body shook from the way he ogled her.
Yanked her to him, he slapped his dick against her clit making her cry out, but she went silent when he pushed inside of her slowly. “Meadow…Meadow…Meadow. You tottin’ something like this?” His eyes rolled into the back of his head.
Zaire had found heaven and never wanted to step foot back on earth.
She closed her eyes, swallowing her pleasure. “Ugh.”
Zaire moved in on her like her body was his to command. “Aye, quit tryna think your way outta this- look at me.”
He pumped into her with deep, soul-knocking strokes. He started off slow but picked up the pace, fighting his own release pulsing from how warm, wet, and cushy her insides were. Meadow was sitting on a goldmine.
Her voice cracked, “Zaire…I can’t…just slow…” She tried to scoot back, but he grabbed her waist, pulling her back into him. “Noooo, stay in it…stay with me…don’t run from me.”
A soft cry slipped out, “I’m not -I’m not runnin’…”
He touched her waist firmly. “Relax…breathe…move with me.”
“Okay…okay, just don’t-don’t let me go.”
He tightened his grip. “I’m not lettin’ shit go. Now listen to me!.”
Her knees dipped, “Zaire…oh God!” She squirmed under him, but Zaire wasn’t trying to hear none of that. Pushing her legs back to her ear, thankful for her flexibility, he pumped deeper into her.
Meadow’s breathing grew ragged.
Leaning down, he whispered against her neck. “You want me to stop?”
“No…no, don’t stop…just-” she gasped, breath trembling, “Just slow down a little… I can’t think…”
His hand guided her hips, pulling her closer to meet his thrusts.
“You feelin’ too much, huh?”
“Yes…yes, I’m feelin’ all of it…I can’t-Zaiiiiire…”
He held her tighter, grounding her. “Aye…stay with me, don’t fold.”
“I’m not…I’m tryin’, I swear…” Her voice thinned and shook, “just… go deeper…talk to me…don’t…stop…”
His voice dropped, “You’re doing soooo good, baby. You handling this dick like I knew you would...keep that pussy open for me just like that.”
Zaire fucked her deep and long, the headboard knocking but mixed in the bass of the music. He thought about Brent sniffing around her knowing he’d go to war behind what was between her legs. That pissed him off, so he rolled his hips, pumping into her deeper. His balls slapped against her and he dug his calloused hands into her flesh.
“Shhh,” she hissed her head rolling against the sheets.
“Yeah,” he smirked. “You been acting stupid… stay right there, Meadow.”
