“Do you want anything else?” Zakai asks.
I shake my head because I don’t want to get full before I have a chance to partake in several of the truck options available.
“This is a marathon, and I’m gonna need room for more,” I say.
“Damn straight because there’s a Caribbean truck across the way that has oxtails that folks on social media have been raving about.”
My nose wrinkles, and a frown forms before I reply. “I’m not sure if I’m a fan of oxtails. They don’t have enough meat on them for me. They also give me neck bones vibes. I need more substance than either of them provides.”
Zakai chuckles and orders his potato choice as the patiently waiting worker jots down his request on the notepad in front of her.
“How about I let you sample my portion, and then you decide how worth it they are?” Zakai says that after he pays for ourpotatoes and moves us to the side. Another couple approaches the truck.
“Fine, but if I don’t like them, you’ll have to eat something of my choosing.”
Zakai’s eyes flash with lust, and his mouth quirks into a panty-melting smirk before he speaks. “I’m willing to eat whatever you offer, Ziya.”
My pussy purrs, and an unpreventable low moan escapes my mouth as I fight not to alert the nearby couple to my reaction to Zakai’s words. An image of Zakai’s dick pushing in and out of my warm center has me momentarily unable to process voices or sounds around me. Dick withdrawals have me forgetting the public atmosphere I’m in.
“Save those sounds for later. I promise we’re on the same page,” Zakai tells me before he walks into my space and places a light kiss on my lips.
Thank God for small favors and a man who’s able to read the room without me uttering a word. The rest of the date passes without incident as Zakai and I walk from truck to truck, either sampling or indulging in the various food choices. This is the first time I have been on this type of date, but I’m not unhappy about it. In fact, it’s a welcome change from doing a single restaurant with specific menu items. Zakai has taught me to appreciate his ability to think outside the box while keeping things simple tonight.
“Nah,arch your back, Ziya. You’ve been sending fuck me signals all night. Don’t act like this ain’t what you’ve been thinking about.” I place my hand on Caziya’s back while coaching her to deepen the posture of her back.
The call from Ma telling me that Kiki was staying for the night was the clearance I didn’t know would bring me this present pleasure. The plan was to spend the date with Caziya, kiss her good night, and then go pick up Zakiyah. I am grateful for active grandparents who enjoy the time they spend with their grandchildren. It didn’t take me but a second to undress Caziya after getting to her apartment before I slid between her thick thighs.
“Mm. Ba-baby,” Caziya moans, and my dick hardens more while pushing in and out of her warm tunnel.
Our sex session started in the missionary position before the urgent need to see Caziya taking my dick from behind led me to switch positions. It’s been awesome to see my dick enter and exit her pussy as Caziya’s walls clench around me. Curious about how to increase Caziya’s pleasure, I remove my right hand and stick my index finger in her ass.
“Ooh. Kaaiii.” Caziya cries and grips her sheets as a mischievous grin forms.
I don’t know which part of this experience fills me with more delight. Caziya’s pussy welcomes my dick without hesitation, and her succulent ass clenches my finger with every stroke. I remove my left hand long enough to slap Caziya’s ass while I continue to thrust into her core. My balls slap against the back side of her thighs, and I bite my lip when tingles rise from the bottom of my feet. My hips slow as my mind swirls with various thoughts.
Although Caziya and I have been at this for a little while, I’m not ready to cum. I’m not ready to end Caziya’s or my pleasure. So I close my eyes and try to think of something, anything but the feel of Caziya’s reactive pussy meeting me stroke for stroke.
Adrian had a zit the size of Canada yesterday. I wonder if he would be offended if I bought him a jar of Noxzema to help with his adult acne.
Where the hell did those thoughts come from? Stay focused on the pussy you’re in, my nigga.
My conscience chastises me, and I return to the present moment while I nearly bite a hole in my lip when my release rushes to the forefront.
“Shiittt.” I growl as my release sprays Caziya’s walls, and my body shakes uncontrollably.
“Ooohhh,” Caziya whines, and my body freezes when her release meshes with mine.
I blink and hold my posture as my breaths become heavy, and a thankful sigh escapes my lips. Cumming before Caziya wasn’t the plan, but I’m grateful my release had become a beacon of light for hers.
Good looking out, Big Homie. That would have been extremely embarrassing otherwise.
Thanking the Big Homie for something I’m sure He turned his back on when your unmarried acts began is wild.
I fight the chuckle on my lips from the thought that echoes in my mind before I ease out of Caziya like she’s a porcelain doll on the verge of breaking.
“Damn, Ziya. That was—ah-fucking-mazing,” I say before lying down next to her as I throw my arm over my eyes.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Caziya teases.
