“I said. No more buns on the platter. His ass is burnt and sent to the devil’s den.” He smiled.
Tuesday cleared her throat. “Well, I have a gift I want to give to you, Pierre,” she smiled.
Leek rubbed his hands together. “Am I about to be an uncle?”
Pierre looked sick. We all knew how he felt about losing his child, so things like this were sensitive to him. Tuesday came to the table and handed him a box. She was pregnant. Pierre slowly opened the box, and when that tear fell from his eyes, we all knew Tuesday was having a baby. “A nigga about be a daddy, again,” he choked up.
Tuesday smiled as she leaned over and kissed him. “Congratulations, pappy!” I snickered.
Everyone at the table laughed. It had been a while since we’d had a moment like this, and what better way to spend Christmas than with my family? The only piece missing was my dad. No matter how much we begged him to come, he let his broken heart lead. I started to wonder if I, too, would be like that after what Braylen and I experienced. I didn’t know if I could pick up the pieces and continue the game because, that cave, which I was so desperately eager to enter, seemed forbidden.
PRESS PLAY
Mm, baby, that feels so good.
Say you love this dick, Z
I love the dick, June. I fucking love it.
Zaria’s face was pressed into the pillow as I had her ass spread wide, watching my dick disappear in her vegan pussy. Every time I thought about her beating ass over a nigga, I stroked her slower, longer, and added a swivel for a little razzle fucking dazzle. My thumb circled her asshole as her pussy slurped me up. Zaria, the queen of a nigga’s heart, the master of my soul, I could never get enough. We were a year in, and still, I love her and this pussy like it was the very first time.
It was Zoomas, and a nigga was alive. The thought of me not giving myself a chance often played in my head. This time last year, a nigga wanted to give up. I had planned my own funeral, ready to say goodbye to a world I thought turned its back on me,but Z was there, and she had saved a nigga’s life. The more I let my memories take control, the more I let my dick fuck her as if it were the last time. Our silent lovemaking turned into a noisy one as Zaria let a sexy moan fall from her lips. “Ah, baby, why does it feel like this?” she whined.
“Because just as you gave a nigga life, I’m pouring it back into this pussy. Fuck on it, Z,” I told her.
Zaria brought her hips back, slamming her ass against me. My head dropped back because the shit felt that fucking good. My mouth opened.“Gawddamn!”I shouted.
I drew my hand back and slammed that muhfucka against the side of her ass.
Smack!
Zaria raised her head as my head fell forward. There we were, staring at each other in the mirror. Our walls held our nasty little secrets as Z and I turned our bedroom into our mating place. I gripped Z’s hair as her tongue ran across her lips. I stared at her in the mirror, and I took my baby to Pound Town. My lip curled, revealing my gold grill, which sparkled in the mirror. Then, I winked at her sexy ass.
Baby, I’m going there to meet you.
I’m cumin, Z. A nigga is cumin.’
Our eyes devoured each other in the mirror as we had now gone to our favorite place. Zaria’s pussy muscles clung on to my dick, and a nigga lost it. She and I fell in love all over again in Calloverse. Once we were done, we showered, dressed, and left the room. The smell of breakfast cooking made a nigga’s stomach growl. Zaria and I walked downstairs to the twins asleep in their baby bouncers and Samara working the kitchen like a chef. “Merry Zoomas!” she squealed.
“Merry Zoomas, sweetie,” Z said.
“Merry Zoomas! Remember, I don’t eat—”
“I know, swine,” Samara said, rolling her eyes.
I glanced over at Z as she picked up Peace. “We’re cooking for Zoomas,” I tried mumbling.
Her head snapped my way, “We, who?”
“The guys. So, I won’t be here long. I’ve got to head to Zu’s.”
Zaria burst into laughter, “I know you fucking lying. I will make sure to have a caterer on speed dial. Does Sasha know?”
Zaria laughing irritated me. “Shit is not funny, Z, we can cook.”
“Ok. This will definitely be a Zoomas to remember.” She giggled as she kissed Peace, who seemed to be awakened. “Damn, that little nigga never stays sleep.”
Zaria looked at me. “Like father, like son. I think Peace isn’t going to give you any peace.” She laughed.
