Zaire stepped in close, close enough she had to tilt her chin up. “Because you deserve it, and because I like you way more than I should.” He threw her words back at her, making her brown skin blush.
“You are so slick.”
“You go to Emerald City,” he murmured. “See your girl…reset. And when you come back…we gon’ pick right up from where we are right now.”
“Where is that?” she whispered.
Zaire leaned down, lips brushing hers in a slow tease. “Right on the edge of some real shit.”
Meadow felt her knees give. Zaire kept her swooning.
Zaire smiled, holding her in her moment of weakness. “I got you.”
This time, she didn’t argue…she didn’t run…she just let him kiss her under the porch light.
Zaire walked up the stairs, grabbing her hand in the process. When he pushed the door open, she stepped in like the space belonged to her too.
Standing behind her, Zaire’s Cali accent crawled up her spine. “Call Tia in the morning…right now, I need you to handle that.”
“Handle what?” Meadow gulped when she followed his line of vision to the thick meaty dick, he’d somehow pulled out without her noticing.
It looked heavy yet heavenly.
Zaire smirked when she kept staring at it. “Baby?”
“Uhhuh?” Meadow licked her lips, stuttering over her own thoughts.
“You gon’ handle that?”
Zaire wasn’t backing down. While she stared atit, he pushed his fingers in her mouth. Meadow choked out a gasp, her eyes snapping to his in shock. His long fingers eased down her throat before twisting his hand to coat his fingers in her spit. With his brown eyes locked on hers, he removed his fingers and started stroking his dick.
“You gon’ handle that, for me?”
From the sound of his voice alone, Meadow was hooked. Her legs started shaking and her center thumped with a deep need that knocked her to her knees.
Meadow looked up at Zaire, her tongue outstretched, and begging to taste him.
Zaire gripped the shaft of his dick with more pressure. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his teeth sank into his bottom lip.
Sitting up on her knees, she coated her lips then wrapped them around the head of his dick.
“Shhhiii…” Zaire growled, his finger gliding thru her hair.
Meadow laid her palms flat on his thighs and went to work. She wasn’t a professional but she was no amateur either. She swallowed Zaire’s dick, inch by inch, until she was able to get him down her throat.
She didn’t breathe for fifteen seconds, then she yanked herself from him and inhaled deep. She did the same thing a few more times, making the mascara on her lashes run.
Zaire could barely control his moans from the sound of her struggling to breathe. It sounded heavenly and was too beautiful and had his toes curling.
When she licked his balls, Zaire’s eyes popped open. “Oh, you eating dick like that?”
She nodded, proud of herself. Proud of the reaction she got from him. “Mmm,” she hummed, wrapping her mouth around his dick again. She made a mess and looked crazy but Zaire loved every minute of it.
Going all the way down, Meadow just held it there. Breathing be damned.
“Gotdamn, Meadow,” he whispered her name, struggling to maintain control and not burst.
Pulling back again, Meadow looked up at him.
