Epilogue #2
Meadow smiled without looking at him. “Everything I do is on purpose.”
She spun around the pole, letting the lights catch the curve of her body, the confidence in her skin.
When she faced him again, she sank low, one hand still gripping the pole while the other traced along her own thigh like she was reminding him what belonged to him. Her fingers swiped over her bare pussy.
Zaire stood halfway before catching himself, a low sound leaving his chest like a warning. “Take your time, baby...keep your legs open though so I can see.”
Her pussy gushed and her eyes turned into slits. “You ca-can’t talk to me like that.”
He smirked, reaching over to the side table where he already had a few pre-rolls stashed. Zaire had thought of everything when he got her room designed and styled. Leaning back, he fired it up and inhaled the smoke, holding it in until Meadow huffed out a breath.
Her fingers moved faster over her growing clit and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“Aye…” Zaire called.
Her eyes snapped to him, she was on the edge.
“Eyes on me, baby…let me see you unravel.”
“Fuck.” Meadow sucked her lip into her mouth not daring to close her eyes again. “Like this?”
“Just like that…don’t stop and slow the fuck down. Don’t chase nothing I’ll give you willingly.”
“Ugh,” the center of her back arched off the pole. “I’m going to cum.”
“Do what you need to do…I got you right here when you’re ready for me.”
“Oooo, Zaire!” Meadow’s body shook violently.
Zaire leaned forward even more, trying to stop himself from getting up completely.
He puffed on the blunt every few seconds, filling the desire to put his mouth somewhere.
Watching her come undone, he exhaled his smoke and said, “Don’t stop…
I wanna see the woman I love feel herself before I step in… let go for me. Can you do that?”
“Yes!” she panted, flicking her bud faster as her cream dripped onto the floor. She was super wet.
Weakly, she rose, pressing her back into the pole. She saw stars. The music continued, switching to Diamond in Teal. The room felt like it existed only for this…her movement, his hunger, the love sitting right under their desires.
Ashing the rest of his blunt, Zaire stood up and removed his house clothes. “Com’ere, baby.”
Still in fantasy mode, she walked over to him with a slow rhythm that matched the music. Her full breasts bounced as she felt her own juices sticking to her thighs. Casting her eyes down, she pushed her tongue into her cheek.
“You like what you see?” He teased, gripping the base of his heavy dick.
Meadow gripped the tip of his dick between her dainty hands. “I love what I see.”
His dick jumped. “Put it in then.” Zaire sat back down, his eyes red from the bud and being high off her.
She didn’t have to think about his request. Meadow straddled him, her wet pussy eager to feel his heaviness inside of her. Slowly, she rocked against the head before sliding all the way down. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“Ssss,” Zaire hissed. “You wet as fuck, baby.”
“I know,” she whined, her head back. “And you feel so gooood!”
Sexily, she rode him, the sound of her pussy smacking, bounced off the walls.
“This gotta be better than Heaven,” Zaire declared.
That gave Meadow more motivation to make his toes curl. She picked up her pace but didn’t go too fast because she was sensitive down there. She flinched a little when his tongue swiped over her nipple.
“You okay?” Zaire stopped.
“Yes,” she panted, pushing his head back to her titties.
He yanked her head forward him so he could look in her face. “What you crying for then?”
“I don’t knooow.”
“Get up real quick,” he tapped her thigh.
“Wait…no, baby. I’m fine, for real.” She humped her pussy back into him, desperate for him to put his dick back in her.
“Then why you crying, Meadow? Talk to me.”
“You just feel so good, baby,” she finally said. Her sex drive was always high when it came to Zaire but lately, not only was she always wet and ready but she was also so sensitive, it felt like she could feel him all over her body.
Sneakily, she pushed his dick back in. “Yes,” she sighed like he was the hit she’d been searching for all her life.
She felt so good, he didn’t protest. Instead, he hooked his arms under her thighs, pushing her legs up in a weird position.
With precision, he stroked her deeply hitting her g-spot over and over. Her pussy gushed so much he had to look down to make sure her cycle hadn’t started. “This pussy smackin’ like that?”
“Yes, baby!” Meadow yelled. “Harder,” she coached.
Angling his head, Zaire looked at her like he was trying to recognize her. With the grip she had on him, he did as he was told and stroked her deeper and faster.
“Fuck, baby!” He tucked his lip into his mouth. Sweat pooled at his hair line and his toes curled. Meadow was driving him wild. “This my pussy?”
“Oh, God, yes!”
He felt like something was different and even balls deep inside of her, he wrecked his brain with what it could be. He’d heard the stories of women being pregnant and their body being so sensitive that sex felt heightened. Zaire gripped the front of her neck, pulling her attention to him. “Baby?”
“Yes?” She kept riding him.
“When’s the last time your period came on?”
“Zaire!” she whined.
“Nah, baby…tell me,” he asked, still pumping his hard dick into her over and over. He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.
Tears swelled in her eyes because she knew where this was going, but she didn’t know if she was pregnant or not.
They’d been fuckin raw since the beginning and they both wanted kids but she had no idea what that would really look like for them.
Tia’s journey to motherhood had Meadow nervous and afraid.
Zaire lifted his body with his dick still planted firmly inside of her. “Nah…answer the question.”
Meadow moaned. Being in his arms with his dick inside of her was truly her favorite position. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips. “I think I’m pregnant.”
Zaire heard her loud and clear and instead of responding with words, he made love to her all over her new room. His strokes went from deep and long to slow and soul-stirring. He was beyond excited and knew it was only a matter of time before they welcomed a beautiful Black baby into their world.
"I love you, baby,” he kissed her while he had her back against the wall, fucking her into dangerous territory.
Meadow cried. “I love you too.”
“You’re going to be the best Mama.”
“And you’re gonna be an amazing father…but what if…”
He silenced her doubt with a kiss so passionate they both exploded against each other. “Let’s go get a test,” he smiled once he caught his breath.
Their nerves filled the huge bathroom, shrinking it until it felt like a New York apartment closet.
Even the air felt like it was holding its breath.
Meadow stood barefoot on the heated floor in Zaire’s oversized tee and pajama pants, palms pressed flat to the counter while Zaire leaned against the vanity across from her, elbows locked, head bowed like he was trying to pray without knowing the words.
Neither of them said a word, too caught up in their own heads. The possibilities were endless and scary as hell.
The pregnancy test sat between them, facedown, innocent-looking for something that could change everything.
Zaire hadn’t moved since she’d set the timer on her phone.
His leg bounced, then stilled trying to wrangled his emotions.
He couldn’t look at her or the test. His chest felt too tight, like he was standing on the edge of something holy and terrifying at the same time.
Meadow watched him with pure adoration in her eyes.
This man who had stared down cameras, crowds, losses, prison gates, whole systems built to break him — now undone by a cheap piece of plastic on a marble counter.
Her throat burned with love…with fear…with a knowing she didn’t have language for yet.
Zaire flinched when the timer went off.
Meadow’s heart slammed against her ribs as she picked the test up. Turning it over she saw the lines. “Z,” she said softly.
He looked up, eyes wide, searching her face like it held the answer to every prayer he’d never prayed out loud. “What it say?”
Before she could answer, the doorbell rang.
Zaire frowned. “Who the fuck-” His questioned, then he shook his head, annoyed and distracted. “I ain’t answerin’ that.”
Meadow stepped toward him, heart racing for an entirely different reason. “Go,” she urged gently, “just see who it is.”
“I’m not leavin’ you right now,” he said, stubborn, already stepping closer like he could block the world out if he stood close enough.
She touched his chest, grounding him. “Zaire…please.”
Something in her tone made him pause. He searched her face again, confused. “Don’t move,” he muttered. “I’m comin’ right back.”
As soon as he stepped out, Meadow exhaled with a knowing look in her eyes.
She grabbed the test, stared at it like she needed proof she wasn’t dreaming, then slid it carefully into the pocket of her pajama pants.
Her hands pressed her stomach instinctively as she closed her eyes. “Thank you.” Her words were for God.
She padded down the hall behind Zaire, nerves buzzing under her skin. She already knew who was at the door. She’d known the moment the bell rang
Zaire opened the front door, unblinking at who stood before him. His brain refused to process what his eyes were seeing.
Antwan stood on his porch with tears brimming his eyes and a smile bright enough to rival the sun. His hands hung at his sides like he didn’t trust them yet.
Zaire’s knees buckled while his heart thumped out of his chest. There was no way his father was actually standing in front of him. “If I’m dreamin’ God, just give me a few more minutes.”
Meadow grabbed her chest at his words to God.
“Son.” Antwan said, proving to him that this moment was real.