June
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I lifted her chin. “Z, I fucking promise I’m going to take care of home,” I said as I kissed her lips. “That’s my word. Only death shall keep me from this,” I told her.
This was even more reason to handle the situation with Clark. He had been the catalyst behind it all, and no one would have peace as long as he was breathing.
“I love you, Mrs. Calloway,” I muttered.
“I love you too, Mr. Calloway.”
She pushed me back slowly until I fell back onto the bed.
Zaria stood before me as she peeled each layer of her clothes off.
Her body held remnants of birth in the stretchmarks that told a story zig-zagged up her belly.
Her breasts hung slightly from offering them to our growing babies.
Everything about her I loved, even what she looked at as imperfections.
She slowly crawled onto the bed, straddling my lap.
Smack!
My hand clashed against the side of her ass, causing it to jiggle onto me. “That muhfucka got some wiggle to it,” I growled.
She placed her finger to her lips. “You can’t talk until you finish your dinner,” she said as she moved up, placing her pussy over my face.
The smell of her sweet center made my mouth salivate and ready to devour it just as I would a juicy peach.
I wrapped my arms around her thick thighs, pulling her down to sit on my face.
Without using my hands, I opened her lips with my tongue and slowly licked just as a lion did when he was thirsty.
I gave her a slow stroke with a slight curl to tickle her clit before bringing it down.
Traces of her nectar trailed from the tip of my tongue as I started all over again.
Z’s hips started to circle before her body leaned forward. “Ooo, wee!” she yelped.
The more she moved, the more I dug in. I bit down on her clit, giving it a tug. “Grrr,” I growled.
“That’s right, baby. Growl on this pussy.”
I lifted Z, flipping her on her back. Her hands landed on my head as she pushed my face deeper into her vegan pussy.
My head lifted so my eyes could connect with hers as I spread her lips, sending her nectar that simmered on my tongue back onto her clit.
Her head fell back. Seeing her face in such pleasure alone made a nigga want to cum.
Everything about Zaria I loved. In my eyes, there was nothing she could do that could turn a nigga off, especially while we were in our mating place.
It was her allowing me to be as nasty as I wanted.
Allowing me to lead in the bedroom just as she allowed me to lead in our marriage.
She took my failures, insecurities, and fuck ups and held them inside her, and every time she thought she was keeping them as a safeguard, I sucked them right out of her.
I needed her to know she didn’t need to be the shield to our savanna because I would do it for her.
She didn’t need to worry about how we were going to conquer the outside world because it would be me doing it for her.
Zaria didn’t have to lift a finger or her voice, as only she made the vulnerable, submissive June emerge.
I was determined to be the man she needed in every fucking way, and if it meant killing niggas, then so be it. If it meant I had to bend just a little for her, then that was what it was. In return, all I wanted was her love and devotion, and it was given to me with no questions asked.
I came out of my pants and planted myself back on the bed. “Turn around,” I muttered.
Just as I asked, she sexily turned around, getting on all fours, swaying her ass like a wild cat. “Keep fucking around, Z, and we’re going to make another baby,” I grumbled as I slid my dick up and down her ass before entering.
Her warm vegan center sent my head flying back. “Mm, goddamn,” I groaned. “This feels so fucking good,” I growled as my head fell forward.
Zaria’s head tilted slightly as her sweet lioness eyes landed on me. Her tongue traveled slowly around her full lips, making my dick grow inside her. My hands gripped her waist while my hips created their own rhythm against her ass.
Roll slowly to the right. Roll slowly to the left.
“I swear, baby, you know how to take dick so good,” I whispered.
Roll slowly to the right. Roll slowly to the left.
“You like the way it feels, Z?”
“Mm, hm. Don’t stop. Shat!”
Roll slowly to the right. Roll slowly to the left.
I glanced down and watched my dick disappear between her ass. Z had my shit looking like a glazed donut. “Swallow the dick, baby. You're doing so fucking good.”
Roll slowly to the right. Roll slowly to the left.
I had now leaned forward, placing my chest against her back. I put one arm around her neck while the other wrapped around her waist, playing with her pearl.
“Oo shit!” she screamed.
“That’s right. Let them muhfuckas know who gives you good dick.”
My slow strokes didn’t speed up; instead, they became more intentional and more intense.
Each time we made love was mating season.
Z’s pussy was so good that if I could’ve lived in it forever, I would’ve.
I must have gotten lost in it because she was moving her hips, bringing her body forward to the tip, then slamming back, and I fucking lost it.
My face nuzzled in her thick curly hair, my grip around her neck got tighter, and the hand that was playing with her pussy only seconds ago was now clawing at her inner thigh.
“Gawd!” I moaned.
Z, a nigga about to cum.
Me too.
Your pussy casting spells. Fuck. I’m cummin’.
Before I knew it, my body jolted, my knees locked up, and my body shot forward one good time as I sent my seed swimming off into her vegan pussy. I stayed in that position for a few minutes before I moved. All I could do was shake my head.
“I don’t know what type of shit you're doing when I’m not around, but that—” I pointed between her legs, “—is deadly. Off with a nigga’s head for your ass. I love you, Z.”
She giggled. “I love you too. Don’t be fooled. That midnight dick ain’t to be fucked with either,” she said as she got out of bed.
I watched as she disappeared into the bathroom. She was my reason for many things, the lioness who stole my heart, and for her, I would burn this muhfucka down.