Chapter 19 #3
Meadow looked up at him, heart pulled in every direction. “You really don’t have to…”
“I know,” he said.
Her chest tightened painfully. “Why are you so good to me?”
Zaire stepped in close, close enough she had to tilt her chin up. “Because you deserve it, and because I like you way more than I should.” He threw her words back at her, making her brown skin blush.
“You are so slick.”
“You go to Emerald City,” he murmured. “See your girl…reset. And when you come back…we gon’ pick right up from where we are right now.”
“Where is that?” she whispered.
Zaire leaned down, lips brushing hers in a slow tease. “Right on the edge of some real shit.”
Meadow felt her knees give. Zaire kept her swooning.
Zaire smiled, holding her in her moment of weakness. “I got you.”
This time, she didn’t argue…she didn’t run…she just let him kiss her under the porch light.
Zaire walked up the stairs, grabbing her hand in the process. When he pushed the door open, she stepped in like the space belonged to her too.
Standing behind her, Zaire’s Cali accent crawled up her spine. “Call Tia in the morning…right now, I need you to handle that.”
“Handle what?” Meadow gulped when she followed his line of vision to the thick meaty dick, he’d somehow pulled out without her noticing.
It looked heavy yet heavenly.
Zaire smirked when she kept staring at it. “Baby?”
“Uhhuh?” Meadow licked her lips, stuttering over her own thoughts.
“You gon’ handle that?”
Zaire wasn’t backing down. While she stared at it, he pushed his fingers in her mouth.
Meadow choked out a gasp, her eyes snapping to his in shock.
His long fingers eased down her throat before twisting his hand to coat his fingers in her spit.
With his brown eyes locked on hers, he removed his fingers and started stroking his dick.
“You gon’ handle that, for me?”
From the sound of his voice alone, Meadow was hooked. Her legs started shaking and her center thumped with a deep need that knocked her to her knees.
Meadow looked up at Zaire, her tongue outstretched, and begging to taste him.
Zaire gripped the shaft of his dick with more pressure. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his teeth sank into his bottom lip.
Sitting up on her knees, she coated her lips then wrapped them around the head of his dick.
“Shhhiii…” Zaire growled, his finger gliding thru her hair.
Meadow laid her palms flat on his thighs and went to work. She wasn’t a professional but she was no amateur either. She swallowed Zaire’s dick, inch by inch, until she was able to get him down her throat.
She didn’t breathe for fifteen seconds, then she yanked herself from him and inhaled deep. She did the same thing a few more times, making the mascara on her lashes run.
Zaire could barely control his moans from the sound of her struggling to breathe. It sounded heavenly and was too beautiful and had his toes curling.
When she licked his balls, Zaire’s eyes popped open. “Oh, you eating dick like that?”
She nodded, proud of herself. Proud of the reaction she got from him. “Mmm,” she hummed, wrapping her mouth around his dick again. She made a mess and looked crazy but Zaire loved every minute of it.
Going all the way down, Meadow just held it there. Breathing be damned.
“Gotdamn, Meadow,” he whispered her name, struggling to maintain control and not burst.
Pulling back again, Meadow looked up at him.
Zaire dropped to his knees to be eye level with her. “Stand up for me.”
Slowly, Meadow stood to her full height, her pussy staring Zaire in the face.
He tugged her shorts and panties down, examining every inch of her body.
He kissed her hip dips, stuck his tongue in her belly button and even kissed her fat mound.
“I’m fallin’ so fuckin hard, you got me on my knees ready to pray over pussy…
know how crazy that sounds? Hella crazy, cuh” he answered for her.
She whispered his name between jagged breaths.
He looked up at her with a devilish smirk before his teeth sunk into her juicy thighs.
“Zaire…” she sighed, her pussy was like a magnetic being pulled to his mouth.
“Get up here and I don’t want to hear shit ‘bout I can’t hold you…I been holding you.” Zaire’s tone let her know to not say anything slick to him.
Obliging him, she placed both her legs over his shoulders, where he gripped her ass to keep her in place while his greedy tongue went to work.
Zaire flattened his tongue, swiping it against her clit. He looked up, licking his lips like she’d prepared the best meal of his life. Meadow could only throw her head back, not giving a damn about falling anymore.
His tongue dipped into her and he used it to pump in and out of her wetness. Pussy eating was a sport and like all things, he wanted to be number one, so his tongue rhythmically alternated between fucking her with his tongue and licking and sucking on her clit.
Her breath trembled. “Baby…I’m ‘bout to come…hold me…hold me!”
“I got you…just let that shit go for me,” Zaire dove back in, his head moving in circles just like his tongue.
Possessed, she pushed his head deeper into her pussy, rocking her hips, feeding him. “Ugh, yes, just like that…”
“I know what you need,” he countered.
“You feel me shakin’? That’s your fault. Keep goin’…please keep GOING!” She came soooo hard, and Zaire licked up every morsel, his dick jumping through the opening of his jeans.
He eased her back down onto the floor, that fire still blazing in his eyes. “Shirt off, on all fours.”
“Zai-” Meadow choked when his hands gripped her thighs in a vice hold.
Shaking his head, he wasn’t tryna hear none of that.
Zaire pushed up from the floor, like the decision weighed nothing to him, but the look in his eyes said everything.
He peeled his shirt off one arm at a time, never breaking eye contact. Not once.
The way he watched her was ravenous - steady, unblinking, full of heat that made her whole body tighten. His gaze dragged over her like he was memorizing every inch she gave him, like he’d been starving and finally found what he wanted.
There was nothing soft in the way he looked at her…nothing patient.
Just hunger, and the promise that he wasn’t stopping.
Skittish and weak, Meadow lifted her shirt over her head and dropped her bra straps over her arms before letting it slide down her small waist. Even as a thick and curvy girl, her waist to hip ratio was sick. The slight pudge did nothing to make her not think she was fine.
“You still standing there like I didn’t just tell you how I wanted you…you never listen. Why you always wanna argue with me?”
“I’m not,” she swallowed hard, lowering her body to the floor.
“Hands and knees, baby.”
“Okay,” she sighed but did what she was told. Her body felt hot and cold at the same time. Her heart was doing a full marathon and her center leaked like broken sprinklers.
“Aye that pussy is sick.” His hand came down hard on her ass before he rubbed out the pain by dipping his finger into her soaking wet pussy. “She’s juicy and snug…what she need me to do?”
“Anything!”
“You talk big but you melt the second I touch you. I love that shit.” Zaire licked her pussy again, his tongue snaking to her ass. He coated it before sticking his thumb in.
Meadow clawed at the worn hardwood floors. “Oooh, shit!”
“Relax, baby…I’m gon’ always handle this…you, your heart, your dreams, and this body.” Zaire pushed his dick into her pussy, his thumb secure in her ass. “Relax your stomach…let it roll through...don’t lock up on me.”
Her body shivered like a winter front pushing through in the middle of May. “Oh, god, Zaire.”
“I know,” he said cockily, his hips pushing deeper against her thighs. “remember that shit you told Tia? Yea, I need you to do that.”
“Th-throw it back?” Meadow whined. She felt so full.
“Hell yeah.” He grabbed her hips, stroking her so deeply she could taste him in her mouth and feel him in her toes. His calloused hands ran down her spine. “Arch your back…I’m trying to get into unchartered waters.”
Meadow’s head spun as she rocked her body back to meet his slow, sensual strokes, praying he reached unchartered waters.
“There you go…you feel that? That’s you overflowin’. Don’t hold back.”
Her hands tangled in her hair, desperate to hold onto anything but the floor wasn’t doing it and she was scared she was going to pop one of her nails while trying.
The sound of her pussy smacking against his pelvis ricocheted off the walls. She was so wet, she didn’t think she’d ever been juiced up like this.
Zaire knew what he was doing…knew how to push her off the edge. His face balled up when he started to push and pull his thumb in her ass and her pussy gripped his dick. “Meadow,” he moaned. “You…” he stumbled, needing to regain his composure.
She smirked, looking over her shoulder. “You feel how my pussy grabbing you? That’s cause you hitting it exactly where I need it.”
His hips rolled deep, sending pressure straight through both of them. “Oh, you talking that shit, now, huh?”
He fucked her faster.
Meadow yelped but still tried to match him thrust for thrust. “Zai…baby…wait…I’m…ohhh…” She moved forward, trying to run.
Zaire yanked her back. “What I told you ‘bout that runnin’ shit?”
Removing his thumb from her ass, his fingers wrapped around her hair and pulled her back. Her back hit his chest hard. “Shit!” her voice shook as her titties bounced.
Zaire was still on his knees fucking up into her, his own breaths ragged because he was just as spent as her. Her pussy wrapped around his dick was a vibe all on its own, and all he wanted to do was vibe the fuck out.
Like the athlete he was, he lifted up from the ground, never missing a beat with Meadow. She screamed, then choked on it when Zaire fucked her from the back while holding her up in the air.
“Baby! You can’t fuck me like this,” she cried.
“This pussy can’t be this good…see we can’t always get what we want. Now, shut up unless you saying my name,” Zaire moaned into her ear.
Meadow’s eyes fluttered. “Baby…I’m gone…I’m gone…I’m comin’…”
“I know, baby…come all on this dick. You deserve this.”
And she came hard, yelling loud enough to cause an avalanche but Zaire didn’t stop.
Not even after he pulled out and nutted all over her back…
not after she cried from so much pleasure…
not even when his toes curled. Instead, he lay her on the bed and fucked her into the mattress, knocking everything loose and putting it back together.
He was an attentive lover. Her pleasure was his pleasure and he kissed her lips, sucking his name out of her mouth all night long.
“Oh, my god, Meadow is that Zaire behind you?” Tia squealed when Meadow answered the FaceTime.
“Tia!” Meadow whisper-yelled. “Be quiet, he’s sleep.”
“That pussy put him to sleep,” Tia wagged her tongue, stopping mid-egg scramble to do a little dance with it.
Meadow giggled, but stopped abruptly when Zaire moved. “Tia,” she groaned, laughing again.
Tia lowered her voice. “Girl, I need the tea.”
“Don’t you see him right here?” Meadow bucked her head. “Have some couth, hoe.”
“Oh, please…you don’t have none so why the hell would I? Birds of a feather flock together.”
“Tweet tweet,” they both said at the same time, cracking up again.
Meadow chewed on her lip, eager to tell Tia the good news. If Zaire wasn’t sound asleep behind her, she would damn near be jumping on the bed. “I got something to tell you…”
“You pregnant?!”
“No! Like how would I even know something like that already?” Meadow just rolled her eyes but kept going. “Anyway…my good news is…Zaire is paying for Rena to come stay at the house for a weekend so I can some see you.”
“You lying?” Tia’s eyes doubled. She was no longer worrying about those eggs. All she heard was she was that much closer to seeing her best friend sooner rather than later. “Meadow, don’t play with me right now.”
“I’m for real but you gotta be quiet or I’m hanging up on you.”
“Girl get some dick now she wanna protect that man peace,” Tia waved her off.
Meadow couldn’t help but laugh too. “For real, Tia…I’m coming to see you and love on you and pray over you…you know all the good stuff.”
Tia’s eyes swelled with tears. “Meadow, this might be the best news I got all day.”
Meadow swooned, thinking about the big dick, bigger pockets man behind her. He was truly turning into her Prince Charming. “Same, girl…so I’m thinking I’ll come the weekend he has to go to a tournament.”
“Ummm, you don’t want to go to that?”
Meadow sighed because she did, but she didn’t want Zaire to pay Rena for more than one weekend. So this was the compromise she came up with all by herself. “There will be more tournaments, I’m sure, but you need me and I want to see how Blain has you put up.”
“Zaire is, Mr. Make it happen,” Tia cheesed.
Meadow shook her head, a goofy grin covering her face. “He’s Mr. Handle That…” her pussy thumping just thinking about how many ways Zaire ‘handles that’.
“Oh, you thinking nasty…”
Meadow didn’t deny it. “But let me go, we’re both still naked and its early as hell.”
Before Meadow could hang up, Tia yelled. “Send me a video!”