Chapter 4 #2
“Yeah, but when you have a genuine heart and take care of those who take care of you, you will always get that love in the streets. Those are my brothers, and I trust them with my life.”
“I know you do. I’m happy for you, Zi, and I’m very proud of you.”
“Can’t be too proud. You were about to marry another nigga.” He looked at me with slight amusement but more so sadness. I knew I hurt him by leaving in the middle of the night. After promising him I’d stay, I broke that promise, just like I broke the one we made to each other a long time ago.
“You don’t understand.”
“Help me. Please, baby. I deserve to know why you weren’t going to choose me.
That shit hurt my ego and my pride. I gave you multiple warnings that, when I returned, you and I would resume our life together.
I came up with every excuse to let you go, but none of that shit made sense to me.
I imagined you being happy and living out your dreams with someone else, and that shit had me peeved.
But if you had told me that you still wanted him, I could do nothing but respect it and let you go, no matter how much it hurt. ”
She sighed. “Akeem felt . . . safe. He felt easy. He made me laugh and distracted me from missing you. That’s why it was so easy to move on with him.
That, and the fact that he promised if I helped him with his image, that included marrying him to prove he was a family man, that he would hook me up with some celebrities to become a choreographer. ”
Zion scoffed and shook his head. “You had thirty thousand dollars to do whatever it was you wanted to do. Why didn’t you fund your own shit, Dinny?”
“Mommy and Daddy fell on hard times. They were about to lose their house, and I couldn’t let that happen.
Then Jessie got really sick, and her insurance didn’t cover the surgery she needed, so I paid the remaining balance.
I had to move out of the apartment and move in with my parents after that.
It was really hard and dark for me. I wasn’t thinking about opening a studio when the love of my life went to prison, I lost our baby, my parents were almost homeless, and my sister was almost dying. It was too much.
“I found my escape through writing blogs, vlogging, and writing articles about celebrities, which garnered the attention of Akeem. I wasn’t trying to hurt you, Zion. But what happened earlier is going to ruin everything I built with Akeem.”
“Then start over. With me. I got the money to take care of you, and I’ll build you a studio next week if you just tell me that it’s what you want.
Fuck that nigga and what he promised. My promise is the only one that matters.
” He pulled my face to his and crashed his lips into mine.
My body reacted, and I lifted and straddled his lap.
He yanked the top of my teddy down, exposing my breasts. My nipples were painfully erect as his lips trailed the length of my neck, then he latched onto my right nipple. My head fell back, and my chest pushed forward as a moan escaped my lips.
“Zion.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I want you,” I admitted with conviction. Even after the day's events, I always knew where my heart belonged. I had become so numb to everything since he left that I was about to marry a man because of what he promised he’d do for me.
Silly shit.
My bare pussy rubbed against his joggers, creating a friction that had me leaking. My hands went to his waistband, and I reached inside, pulling him out and gripping him.
“Mmm,” he moaned. I slid off his lap and knelt, helping him pull off his joggers. I then grabbed his dick and put him in my mouth, slowly swirling my tongue over the head to clean up the pre-cum before I sucked him down my throat.
“Ah, shit, Dinny. Just like that, baby.”
I used a little more pressure and twisted my wrist while I jerked him. The way his abs recoiled and heavy breaths hit my face, I knew I was doing a good job at pleasing him.
He leaned up some, slapping my ass and grabbing a handful.
“Damn, Jordin. I miss the fuck out of you, girl. Come sit on my face, baby. Let me eat that good-ass pussy,” he said, pulling me up. I climbed on the couch and lowered myself to his face. The first swipe of his tongue had me shivering. His palms went to my ass as he pushed his face deeper.
“Oooh, Zi, baby.” I moaned, rocking my hips on his face.
The feeling I felt while he devoured me had me cumming hard and fast. “Oh! Oooo! Shiiit, baby, daaamn!” I cried out.
Zion slipped from beneath me and positioned me over the couch.
When I felt his dick breach my opening, I braced myself before he slid inside of me.
We both let out a groan as his palm went to my neck, and he pounded into me with deep, slow, and deliberate thrusts.
“Zion!”
“This pussy is so good, baby. Make it talk to me.”
I could feel when he dipped his knees, and that was when the tingle hit my groin and wrapped around to my spine.
“Oh, God, Zion! You’re so deep, baby.”
“Mmhmm, I hear her talking. She wants me to go deeper, don’t she?”
“Yes! Yesss, harder, baby.”
He fisted my hair, then yanked my head back, sinking his teeth into my neck before sucking the pain away.
God, I loved when this man brought me pain and pleasure.
I never had the courage to tell Akeem how I liked to be handled in the bedroom.
Somehow, I knew he would never be able to do me as Zion could.
I never had to direct him on how to handle me; he knew exactly which spots to hit, where to touch, lick, or kiss me.
It was probably why our souls never stopped longing for one another. It wasn’t just the sex. It was the chemistry between us. I loved him—never stopped.
His palm collided with my ass, and I yelped as he soothed it. “I don’t hear you, mama. Daddy ain’t give it to you good enough?”
“Yes, baby!” I moaned loudly.
He grabbed my left breast, pinched my nipple, then rubbed.
“You love me?” he asked, slowing his strokes.
“You know I do. I love you so much.”
“I’m about to nut in this pussy. I want the baby back that we lost. You gon’ have my baby, Dinny?”
“Fuck, yes! I want to have your baby, Zi. I missed you, baby.” Tears leaked from my eyes from the overwhelming feeling of love and a past I missed entirely too much.
He turned my head and drove his tongue into my mouth while rubbing my clit and thrusting into me.
I came so hard, with him following close behind me, dropping his cum deep into me.
“Fuck, bae!” he yelled, holding onto me tightly as he finished. We both fell onto the couch with me lying on top of him, trying to catch our breath.
I rubbed his chest and stomach, placing small kisses along his jawline.
“I love you,” I told him.
“I’m in love with you, too, Dinny,” he replied, kissing my forehead. I smiled and lay my head on his chest, forgetting all about what happened and praying for a better tomorrow.