“You talk big but you melt the second I touch you. I love that shit.” Zaire licked her pussy again, his tongue snaking to her ass. He coated it before sticking his thumb in.
Meadow clawed at the worn hardwood floors. “Oooh, shit!”
“Relax, baby…I’m gon’ always handle this…you, your heart, your dreams, and this body.” Zaire pushed his dick into her pussy, his thumb secure in her ass. “Relax your stomach…let it roll through...don’t lock up on me.”
Her body shivered like a winter front pushing through in the middle of May. “Oh, god, Zaire.”
“I know,” he said cockily, his hips pushing deeper against her thighs. “remember that shit you told Tia? Yea, I need you to do that.”
“Th-throw it back?” Meadow whined. She felt so full.
“Hell yeah.” He grabbed her hips, stroking her so deeply she could taste him in her mouth and feel him in her toes. His calloused hands ran down her spine. “Arch your back…I’m trying to get into unchartered waters.”
Meadow’s head spun as she rocked her body back to meet his slow, sensual strokes, praying he reached unchartered waters.
“There you go…you feel that? That’s you overflowin’. Don’t hold back.”
Her hands tangled in her hair, desperate to hold onto anything but the floor wasn’t doing it and she was scared she was going to pop one of her nails while trying.
The sound of her pussy smacking against his pelvis ricocheted off the walls. She was so wet, she didn’t think she’d ever been juiced up like this.
Zaire knew what he was doing…knew how to push her off the edge. His face balled up when he started to push and pull his thumb in her ass and her pussy gripped his dick. “Meadow,” he moaned. “You…” he stumbled, needing to regain his composure.
She smirked, looking over her shoulder. “You feel how my pussy grabbing you? That’s cause you hitting it exactly where I need it.”
His hips rolled deep, sending pressure straight through both of them. “Oh, you talking that shit, now, huh?”
He fucked her faster.
Meadow yelped but still tried to match him thrust for thrust. “Zai…baby…wait…I’m…ohhh…” She moved forward, trying to run.
Zaire yanked her back. “What I told you ‘bout that runnin’ shit?”
Removing his thumb from her ass, his fingers wrapped around her hair and pulled her back. Her back hit his chest hard. “Shit!” her voice shook as her titties bounced.
Zaire was still on his knees fucking up into her, his own breaths ragged because he was just as spent as her. Her pussy wrapped around his dick was a vibe all on its own, and all he wanted to do was vibe the fuck out.
Like the athlete he was, he lifted up from the ground, never missing a beat with Meadow. She screamed, then choked on it when Zaire fucked her from the back while holding her up in the air.
“Baby! You can’t fuck me like this,” she cried.
“This pussy can’t be this good…see we can’t always get what we want. Now, shut up unless you saying my name,” Zaire moaned into her ear.
Meadow’s eyes fluttered. “Baby…I’m gone…I’m gone…I’m comin’…”
“I know, baby…come all on this dick. You deserve this.”
And she came hard, yelling loud enough to cause an avalanche but Zaire didn’t stop. Not even after he pulled out and nutted all over her back…not after she cried from so much pleasure…not even when his toes curled. Instead, he lay her on the bed and fucked her into the mattress, knocking everything loose and putting it back together. He was an attentive lover. Her pleasure was his pleasure and he kissed her lips, sucking his name out of her mouth all night long.
“Oh,my god, Meadow is that Zaire behind you?” Tia squealed when Meadow answered the FaceTime.
“Tia!” Meadow whisper-yelled. “Be quiet, he’s sleep.”
“That pussy put him to sleep,” Tia wagged her tongue, stopping mid-egg scramble to do a little dance with it.
Meadow giggled, but stopped abruptly when Zaire moved. “Tia,” she groaned, laughing again.
Tia lowered her voice. “Girl, I need the tea.”
