Zaire dropped to his knees to be eye level with her. “Stand up for me.”
Slowly, Meadow stood to her full height, her pussy staring Zaire in the face.
He tugged her shorts and panties down, examining every inch of her body. He kissed her hip dips, stuck his tongue in her belly button and even kissed her fat mound. “I’m fallin’ so fuckin hard, you got me on my knees ready to pray over pussy…know how crazy that sounds? Hella crazy, cuh” he answered for her.
She whispered his name between jagged breaths.
He looked up at her with a devilish smirk before his teeth sunk into her juicy thighs.
“Zaire…” she sighed, her pussy was like a magnetic being pulled to his mouth.
“Get up here and I don’t want to hear shit ‘bout I can’t hold you…I been holding you.” Zaire’s tone let her know to not say anything slick to him.
Obliging him, she placed both her legs over his shoulders, where he gripped her ass to keep her in place while his greedy tongue went to work.
Zaire flattened his tongue, swiping it against her clit. He looked up, licking his lips like she’d prepared the best meal of hislife. Meadow could only throw her head back, not giving a damn about falling anymore.
His tongue dipped into her and he used it to pump in and out of her wetness. Pussy eating was a sport and like all things, he wanted to be number one, so his tongue rhythmically alternated between fucking her with his tongue and licking and sucking on her clit.
Her breath trembled. “Baby…I’m ‘bout to come…hold me…hold me!”
“I got you…just let that shit go for me,” Zaire dove back in, his head moving in circles just like his tongue.
Possessed, she pushed his head deeper into her pussy, rocking her hips, feeding him. “Ugh, yes, just like that…”
“I know what you need,” he countered.
“You feel me shakin’? That’s your fault. Keep goin’…please keep GOING!” She came soooo hard, and Zaire licked up every morsel, his dick jumping through the opening of his jeans.
He eased her back down onto the floor, that fire still blazing in his eyes. “Shirt off, on all fours.”
“Zai-” Meadow choked when his hands gripped her thighs in a vice hold.
Shaking his head, he wasn’t tryna hear none of that.
Zaire pushed up from the floor, like the decision weighed nothing to him, but the look in his eyes said everything.
He peeled his shirt off one arm at a time, never breaking eye contact. Not once.
The way he watched her was ravenous - steady, unblinking, full of heat that made her whole body tighten. His gaze dragged over her like he was memorizing every inch she gave him, like he’d been starving and finally found what he wanted.
There was nothing soft in the way he looked at her…nothing patient.
Just hunger, and the promise that he wasn’t stopping.
Skittish and weak, Meadow lifted her shirt over her head and dropped her bra straps over her arms before letting it slide down her small waist. Even as a thick and curvy girl, her waist to hip ratio was sick. The slight pudge did nothing to make her not think she was fine.
“You still standing there like I didn’t just tell you how I wanted you…you never listen. Why you always wanna argue with me?”
“I’m not,” she swallowed hard, lowering her body to the floor.
“Hands and knees, baby.”
“Okay,” she sighed but did what she was told. Her body felt hot and cold at the same time. Her heart was doing a full marathon and her center leaked like broken sprinklers.
“Aye that pussy is sick.” His hand came down hard on her ass before he rubbed out the pain by dipping his finger into her soaking wet pussy. “She’s juicy and snug…what she need me to do?”
“Anything!”
