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“Eyes on me, baby.” I grasped her chin, directing her gaze back to me. “I need you to look at me so I can see how good it feels when I make you cum on my dick.”
“Gabriel…” My name on her tongue was a spell if I’d ever heard one.
“Don’t play with me, Zariah. I’m not letting you get into some random nigga’s car at three o’clock in the morning.”
Oop period
“Oh my god, Ryann. He’s so sweet.” A genuine smile eased across her face at that, and she looked relieved. “You deserve sweet.”
Walking over to them, I didn’t say a word as I hurriedly began gathering my things. Didn’t have a clue where I was going or how I was getting there since Gabe drove, but I knew I wanted to get the hell out of here.
Girl ur trippin wth
“It’s still you, Zariah. Only you.”
“But I also know that who you are is separate from all the amazing titles you have. As long as Gabe is okay, I’m happy. And if you’re ever not okay, I hope you know that you don’t have to hide that from me. I’ll do my best to show up for you…if you allow me to.”
“I know our physical relationship developed faster than we expected and we’re still building the foundation for the rest. Just know that if I can be present for that, I can show up for this too.”
With my mouth watering, I watched as his teeth fought with his bottom lip and a low whimper left his throat. The sound had my pussy soaked. Fuck, why was that so sexy?
With his hands palming my ass, he spread me to his liking and let his face get lost in my pussy. The more he ate, the more I soaked his beard with my appreciation.
Reading my mind, he licked me one last time before his lips left me completely. He dipped one finger inside of me, then two. His thick fingers explored my slippery walls as I contracted all around him.
“Shit. Say that again. Tell me how good I make you feel when I stretch this tight pussy out.”
The giddy feeling I got in the center of my chest whenever I saw his name on my phone. The peace that took over me when I heard his voice. The warmth that clung to my whole being when we were in the same room.
Omg I want this :(
“I got peace on my own, but you multiply that shit and I don’t know if I’ve ever experienced that before. You’re one of a kind, Z. One day I’ll find the words to really show you what that means.”
<3
The first time she’d brought it up, I made a mental note. The second time she mentioned it, that mental note turned into a receipt with expedited shipping. “I can’t know you want something and not give it to you.”
My type of man!!!
I reared back, looking at him like he’d grown three heads. My man was a lot of things—the list was long and mouthwatering—but ugly wasn’t one of them.
Period
“I didn’t come over here to be lectured. I can just go home.”
Bitch wth is your problem lmao
“I keep telling you I’m not somebody you can pick a petty fight with. I love you too much. We talk shit out over here. If I fucked up, communicate it so I can fix it.”
With his fingers sinking into the softness of my flesh, he dragged me closer to him so that I had no choice but to focus on the thick hardness pressing up against my center.
“Tell me what you need, baby.” He was licking my neck now, his tongue tracing over the spot behind my ear that never failed to make me shiver.
Oooh
I loved everything about Zariah. But her pussy was in a league of its own. A realm above all the best things I’d ever experienced combined. And every time I was inside of her, a silent prayer of gratitude found its way to the tip of my tongue.
“You wettin’ my dick up so good, baby. I’m not stopping until you cum on it.”
“This what you needed, right? For me to fuck this attitude out of you?” “Yes,” she sobbed, letting her head fall to the cool countertop while she adjusted to my stroke. “Then why you running? You wanna fight? Let that shit out on my dick.”
These moments felt like home. Felt like us. None of that bullshit from earlier mattered when the end result was this. Her
“Good, make sure you never forget. I’m team Zariah. Even on your worst day. I don’t wanna spend my time fighting with you when we could just make magic instead.”
So good to me. “Yes.” The grin on my face couldn’t be helped. I was so deep in love with the man I called mine it still shocked the fuck outta me.
Sometimes I felt unworthy of his patience but had to remind myself that everybody deserved a Gabe.
Uggh where is my Gabe???!
So many times he claimed I was his peace. But he was my sanctuary. My safe place. My solace.
but Midnight and Webb were as close as I’d ever gotten to male authority figures. They spoiled the fuck out of me, shielded me from the truth of their early “business” ventures, and always showed up for me. It didn’t matter the time, place, or mood they were in. If I said the word, they came running.
The night she’d accidentally eaten two edibles before we went out to the club still replayed in my head frequently. She’d been in the fucking clouds, but that night had led to her and Midnight making whatever they were doing official. So, he really should have been thanking me.
That was something I didn’t need to be told, because stopping wasn’t something I planned to do. Not when I saw the thick trickle of her arousal coasting over her asshole before it hit my desk. Now my ring finger was in her ass as I watched the sensation overload play out on her contorted face.
“I just wanna be good for you, Gabe. Because you always make me feel so damn good.”
Zariah’s tongue grazed the slit at my tip, smearing the pre-cum that had been there all over her pouty lips. “Mmm, I can’t wait until you cum for me. You always taste so good.”
“I just want you to feel as good as you make me feel.” Her wrists were still working, pulling me closer to my climax while her eye contact strummed something in me.
My hips jerked up as cum erupted from my dick, covering her hands and then my lower abs too. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” My words were strangled while my chest caved in. The cuffs bit into my wrists from the involuntary tugging I was doing. I couldn’t control anything as the climax rocked through me, zapping everything I had in me to give.
Eyes squeezed tight against the pleasure rolling through my body, I groaned when I felt her tongue against my abdomen. Licking me clean with her hands still circling my softening dick.
Oooooh ok freak bitch
She was wet as fuck, wetting me up in the process—just how I liked it. Just how I loved it.
While I usually loved watching her face as she took my dick, I was falling in love with this view too. Because every time she moved up, I was gifted with the view of the shiny, flared base of the plug inside her ass. Stretching her out and filling her ass while my dick did the same inside of her pussy.
“Come on my dick like the good girl you are then, Z.” Her body froze. Her breath hitched and an almost inaudible cry touched my ears. “Aw, fuck.” And because she was a good girl…because she listened so damn well, she came all over my dick and pushed me into my orgasm too.
