Chapter 18 #2
“Seriously?”
My mind was trying to come to terms that I was actually considering this. The way my heart sped up because I wanted this, but that fucking fear of mine.
“More serious than anything in my entire life, Zoya.”
“Getting pregnant is the issue… it just never happens.” I warned him before he got his hopes up.
Me and Sigel were trying and nothing happened.
Nothing.
Every negative pregnancy test made me not want it anymore. I gave up hope, thinking that maybe I wasn’t supposed to be a mother.
Instead of becoming scared, he kissed my forehead and rested his lips there. “This one will happen. A gift from Allah.”
“You think so?” I questioned, needing some kind of reassurance. Even if it wasn’t a medical opinion, I needed someone to tell me that this could happen.
Even if it never did.
I was leaning on my elbows as he lay me back and kissed me softly. “Uh hmm.”
“What if this is crazy?”
Goo paused and stared at me. “Tell me yes.”
“Yes? I’m confused.”
“Tell me yes, Zoya.”
“Why?” I challenged.
“The worst part of wanting to be fragile is that lie in your head that tells you that you can’t control how I treat you.
As if you’re supposed to just allow me to do any and everything without your input, and baby that’s not true.
” He kissed my neck. “Tonight…fuck…” he moaned into my neck as I wrapped my legs around him.
“Tell me.”
“Tonight, I’m gonna show you proof that you still make the rules, baby. I’m gonna move when you move. I’ll stop when you say. If it’s yes, say it, and I’m yours. Surrender to me and allow me to give you what I know you want… what you need, Zoya. Love… cause I fucking love you, Zoya.”
I gasped, as I held his face and stared into his eyes. The love was right there, dancing in his eyes. Showing me that I could have exactly what I only thought happened for others, and never me.
“Yes.”
That was the only thing he needed to hear before he ripped the rest of my robe from my body and admired it. I lay in the middle of the bed and allowed him to take every inch of me in.
Allowed him to see me naked.
In more than one way.
His hands slid up both sides of my body as he bit the corner of his lips.
Everything he wanted was on this bed tonight, and nothing else mattered.
His lips softly pecked mine, as I felt his tongue ease into my mouth.
I held the side of his face as our tongues danced in sync with each other.
Gerald sucked my entire face, as he kissed me like his life depended on it.
As if he had spent so much time dreaming about this moment. I pulled away, his tongue sliding out of my mouth as I stared up into his eyes.
Kissing my nose, he made his way down, slowly kissing every part of my body. His lips trailed down from my neck to my chest and then found their way around my nipples. He held my breasts as he sucked on them, staring up into my eyes.
I moaned, as I caressed the side of his face.
His eye contact was communication. The minute he didn’t get it back from me, he would stop. Like he said, I controlled every move he made, and this was my world, and he was just a player in it.
From my breast down to the rest of my body, he kissed every part of me. Taking his time to kiss every stretch mark, every dimple, and bit of cellulite that was there. Each time he placed a kiss on me, he closed his eyes like he was thanking Allah for this.
His hands opened my legs, and I felt his cool breath on my inner thighs.
My body jerked when I felt him French kiss my second set of lips.
I squealed, as he held my thighs open, while his tongue pushed further inside of me.
He kissed my pussy like he had just kissed me on the lips, and I was a mess.
A puddle, as he lifted one of my legs and was cleaning every single drop of my nectar that I released. I held onto the sheets and tried to back up, and he pulled me closer to him.
“Why the fuck you running… Mi know seh di pum-pum sweet,” he growled, sending the vibration through my pussy up to my chest.
“Shit… Goo, wai…wait,” I moaned out, feeling everything. My body had never felt like this. I couldn’t recall a time when a man had me needing to take a break.
I couldn’t recall a man ever having my entire body from the tip of my ears down to my big toe hot.
I’d represent Gerald on a murder trial for free if it meant he would suck my pussy like the way he was. This man had my pussy cosplaying like a mango, because the way he was slurping while staring me straight in the eyes had my back on fire.
Or was it ice.
I didn’t know which element I was feeling, but I’d be an air bender in Avatar if I needed to be.
My hands kept gripping the sheets, but the good thread count made it hard to hold onto, and kept slipping out of my hands, every time he pulled me closer to him. His mouth latched onto me, and he didn’t let go.
“Look me in the eyes, Zoya,” he hissed, and I struggled to focus on his beautiful brown eyes. “You told me yes, eh?”
It was his small smirk as he allowed me to see how good tasting me made him feel. “Baby, but… uhmm.” I couldn’t finish my words because his fingers had entered the chat.
Slowly, he inserted his fingers inside of me at the same time as he teased my pearl with his tongue. Both movements had me ready to violate client and attorney rights. What the hell was he doing to me?
When he felt my body shaking, he removed his fingers from me and licked them, while he stood up. His dick was fighting to get out of his briefs, and I was between wanting him to free it, or being scared because he nearly tore me apart with his mouth.
It made perfect sense why his old parole officer was allowing him to do whatever he wanted.
I judged her too harshly.
If he was doing this to her, I would let him take my car on a drive-by.
No sooner than he whipped his dick out, my mouth became moist. It was beautiful, and just as chocolate as he was. The veins bulged from every angle, as he held it in his hand. The tip was nice and shiny with precum, and I just wanted to taste him.
I crawled to the end of the bed and touched his six pack, as he kissed me in the mouth.
My hands traveled down to his dick as I struggled to hold it in my hand.
Before he could object, I lowered myself on the bed and took a mouth full of him.
Each time I choked, I was determined to have him in the back of my throat.
He held my chin up, his dick lodged in my throat, as he looked down, pleased. “It’s in your mouth… show me how you suck yo man’s dick, Zoya.”
I pulled him out of my mouth. “Boobie.”
“Show me that you deserve to be called Boobie… suck this dick,” he demanded, and I was down for the challenge.
He stood with his legs shoulder length apart, grabbed my hair, and I shoved him back into my mouth. With his free hand, he slapped my ass while I sucked on him, pulling him out of my mouth as the saliva and nut fell from my lips.
“Shittt,” he gripped my chin, and looked down into my eyes. “Go deeper for me, baby… I want that jaw sore.”
From how tight the grip he had on my hair was, I could tell I was doing exactly what he wanted.
The harder I sucked, the tighter the grip became.
His eyes were glazed over, as he continued to allow me to suck and spit on his dick.
My tongue twirled around the shaft, while I sucked on the tip, running my tongue in the slit, while I stared up at him.
The room sounded like we were in here messing with balloons with how hard I was sucking him, completed with his grunts, and the occasional slap on my ass. His grunts turned me on, forcing me to go harder.
I never needed to ask if I was doing it good, because his grunts and hair pulling was enough. His body jerked, and I felt him pull away from me, spit falling down both sides of my mouth while he stared at me like a lion did an antelope.
He climbed onto the bed between my legs, as he eased my thigh up against the headboard, pressing forward slowly. His dick knocking at my front door, requesting permission to wreck me. I could feel him rubbing it up and down my wetness, as he stared down at me.
I clutched his forearms; he stroked his dick and dove right in, deeper, and as he held my thigh with one hand, the other one held my hips.
“Talk to me, Boobie,” his voice raspy, his beard nuzzling against my face, as he pushed deeper into me.
“Deeper, baby… shit… G.” I moaned out, as I tried to find anywhere to sink my nails into him, and he didn’t care.
His sole mission was to make me feel good and fill me with his babies. That’s all he wanted, and I was allowing him. Allowing him access into my heart and possibly put a child inside of me. Allowing him to love me and give me exactly what I feared having.
Love.
My words were all mixed up, and I couldn’t form the correct responses. He didn’t need a verbal response, because my body physically reacted to him. It craved him, and I suppose it had always craved him.
He pulled out of me slowly, and then sucked on my lips, as he pushed back into me. I held him around the neck, as I allowed him to shove his tongue into my mouth. It was hard to focus on the kiss because of what he was doing to my body.
“That pussy talking to me, Boobie… that pussy feeling good?” He grunted, as he held onto the headboard and delivered stroke after stroke.
There was no way for me to speak, because soon as I formed the words, I felt that big muthafucka being pulled out of me and pushed right back in.
“Fuck… you wet… all that mouth and you quiet now… talk now,” he demanded, and all I had were whimpers.
“Ba…. baby, uhm mm,” I moaned, while I dug my nails into his back.
He pulled his dick out and tapped it on my pussy. I felt like a fucking lake down there, because it was so wet. The wet slaps echoed through the room as he finally put my leg down and held my waist.