“Yes… I do, baby,” I moaned, sucking on his neck, and kissing him on the lips.
He snorted, as he slapped my ass and slammed me down harder this time. “You feel that shit, Zoya? Feel all that dick inside of you?”
“Uh humm.”
He bit down on my shoulder as he continued to slam me down onto him, and I held onto him for dear life.
The thrill of being held up in the air and fucked was something I never knew I needed. Each time he grabbed my whole ass and lifted me, I felt like I was going down a rollercoaster.
“You so sexy, baby… look at me. Let me see that fucking face,” he grunted, his body started to get tense, as I held onto him, and kissed his lips. “You my baby, right?”
“Yess, Goo.”
“You mine, Zoya? Don’t say you mine if you not… ready…. for…. This.” He grunted each word as he slammed me down on him, and I felt my body release.
I squeezed his shoulder, as I came so hard that I was scared I was pissing myself. “Yesss, uhmm, I’m yours.”
“Go ahead and get a nigga killed fucking playing with me, Zoya.” He slowed his speed and kissed my lips as I felt him moving me up and down slower each time.
“I won’t, Baby… wonnnntt,” I promised as I whined, holding him tighter.
He slapped my ass, then cupped it while kissing my neck moving me slowly.
Slowly, he slid me up and down while he shoved his tongue to the back of my throat. I held him around the neck, as I pulled back, and stared into his eyes.
“You gonna stop being so hardheaded and let me love you, Zoya… let me fuck yo pussy whenever you need that attitude adjusted… hmm… shit… look at me baby.” He hissed between each stroke.
His body jerked, and he leaned forward slightly, and I felt him release inside of me. We both stared at each other, not understanding what we had done.
Or maybe we both did, and we were at this part of life where we didn’t care. He emptied every bit of himself inside of me and then put me back onto the bed.
Grabbing my face, he said, “Don’t need to hear you say it back… I know I love you, and even if nothing grows from tonight, I’m always going to do right by you.” He kissed my lips and climbed into the bed behind me.
I kissed his arm, as I closed my eyes, wondering if something would come of this?
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“Mommy, Maverick’s skin isn’t dark. Kora’s skin isn’t dark, and Landon’s skin isn’t dark. Why is my skin dark? I’m the only one with dark skin.”
My mother removed my hair from my face and kissed my face. “You have skin like your grandmother and great-grandmother… beautiful smooth chocolate skin rich with melanin, and there’s nothing wrong it… shoot, now I’m upset.”
I gasped. “Why?”
“Why didn’t my grammy leave me with your skin… give me some of the rich goodness that you possess.” She tickled me and I giggled, while fighting to get away from her fingers.
She stopped tickling me and kissed me on the head. “Lover, never forget that you are beautiful. Everything from the tip of your beautiful thick hair to your chubby little toes.” She tickled the bottom of my feet. “The world may try to make it seem like you’re not worthy, but baby you are... okay?”
“Okay, mommy.”
“Promise me, Zoya. Promise me that you’ll always hold your head high. Always walk like you’re the best thing out there since Maverick’s animal crackers.” She giggled with me and pulled me into her arms. “Mommy will always be right there cheering you on… you know that, right? I made no mistakes with you, Baby girl.”
“Yup.” I smiled and squeezed her.
My eyes popped open.
She wasn’t always right there cheering me on. When she said those words, I thought she would always be right there for me. Cheering, clapping, and there whenever I needed something.
It made me realize that people left.
