Her hand pumps my dick like she’s pumping air into a balloon, and my breathing becomes labored as I harden.
“Ba—Ziya, you’re ki-mm-fuck. You’re killing me,” I say when her hands move faster, providing me with a hand job I haven’t experienced since high school.
My eyes close, and my mind becomes foggy as the bed shifts seconds before I feel the tip of Caziya’s tongue along the underside of my dick. I nearly pop my eyes out of their sockets from how fast I open them, only to see Caziya’s tongue moving slowly. A groan escapes my mouth, and I dig my head into the mattress while gripping the blanket.
“Fuck!” My voice is low even to my ears when Caziya’s warm mouth wraps around my dick.
Like the temptress she is, Caziya bobs her head, taking me into her heavenly mouth, inch by inch until my dick hits the back of her throat. My head swims as it moves from side to side, sensations running through my body.
“Mm. Shit.” I moan as my toes curl before I realize it’s time to stop this torment.
With all the gentleness I can muster in my cloudy head, I remove my dick from Caziya’s mouth. Taking a couple of minutes to catch my breath, I stare at Caziya like she’s a creature from theBlack Lagoon.
“After all that, the goofy fumbled you? Damn.”
“His loss—whoa,” Caziya says before I quickly lift her and place her on the bed, no longer interested in discussing that man in this moment.
All levels of fairness and gentle handling have left the building as I shove Caziya’s legs apart and sink into the warmth of her pussy. Our simultaneous moans pierce the air as I hold my movements due to the way her pussy grips my dick. My mind echoes a single word on repeat as Caziya stares lovingly into my eyes.
Mine.
“I’m good. Please move,” Caziya coaches as I nod before slowly pushing in and out of her gushy tunnel.
I grip her hips as I acquaint us in a slow yet melodic pace that causes my head to become dizzy.
“Yesss. Just like that, Zakai. Your dick feels so good.” Caziya’s hands wrap around my back, and her legs cling to my waist.
For countless seconds, I get lost in the rhythm of our connection and the feel of Caziya’s pussy. Light moans become background filler, and they’re not only coming from her. I’m unable to stop myself from living in the moment as my chest stretches with appreciation for being here with this woman. I feel like I’m drifting on an island as Caziya and I create a unique mating dance I’ll forever cherish. Tingles begin in my toes that alert me of my impending release as I bite my lip to keep from releasing before she does.
“Ooh. Shh—I’m almost there.”
Thank goodness.
I increase my thrusts into her tunnel while mentally praying that her release comes quickly when I feel my toes curl.
Please, Big Homie.
“Z-Zakkaaiii.” Caziya cries as her body shakes uncontrollably, and my shoulders sag before I allow myself to join her.
“Damnnnn, Ziya.” I hold still while flooding her tunnel with my release as unfamiliar chills rack my body.What the fuck is wrong with me?On the heels of the chills, my body shakes like I’m having a seizure when another orgasm hits me.
I’m fucking marrying you, Caziya. Your pussy just sealed the deal.
After a minute, I gently ease out of Caziya before dropping beside her as my breaths come rapidly. Silence ensues between us, which is okay since I’m in my head and trying to figure out what just happened. I have had many orgasms, but none of them have affected me like that.
“That was—wow. I hope you have another round in you,” Caziya says.
“Let me catch my breath, and I got you.”
A smirk slides into place because I’m happy to know that I’m not the only one reeling about our experience. This moment, and Caziya’s request for more, has me grateful for Asia’s agreement to keep Kiki overnight. I plan to spend as many hours as Caziya’s body allows between her luscious thighs.
Intense heat,and the urge to release my bladder stir me awake the next morning. Soreness between my thighs along with the heavy limb holding me like a piece of fragile glass reminds me of what kind of night I had. A slow but unmistakable smile slides into place when my foggy brain recalls the multiple positions and Zakai’s beard that shone with the evidence of nectar. Only the need to rest and take a break forced us to stop exploring each other’s bodies. Zakai went from slow stroking me to making me wonder if I was a slut in my past life, back to tenderly marrying me with the mattress. I need to get up and go to the bathroom, but the security in Zakai’s arms has me in an internal battle.
Girl, peeing on yourself isn’t the look of a sex satiated woman, so I suggest you act like you have some common sense.
I roll my eyes at the thought that enters my mind and ease ever so gingerly out of bed without causing Zakai to wake up. Or at least I thought.
“What’s wrong, Ziya?” Zakai’s thick voice is deeper than usual due to the sleep he had been engaging in before I broke our connection.
