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“Fuck,” I grit out, wanting to punch my younger self in the face. “I’m sorry, baby. So fucking sorry.”
She nods, still staring at me like I’m in court about to be sentenced. And that’s exactly how I feel. Like despite greeting me with wide open arms, now that she knows the stupid reasons why I rejected her, maybe Zina won’t be so inclined to give me a chance.
“I forgive you.” Her words send my body into overdrive, and I rush to pull her back against me. Zina pushes me with her palms flat on my chest. “No. I’m not done.” I sit back, deflated. Maybe we were never meant to be. Maybe Zina Washington is the embodiment of everything I can never have. The divine punishment I get on earth before even meeting with My Maker. “We wre both young, although… How old are you?”
I have no clue where she’s going with this so I just follow her lead, croaking out, “forty.”
“Okay, so you were… twenty-five.” She adorably scrunches her round, little nose. “Yeah, men still have a lot of growing to do at that age.” She shakes her head and her eyes shine with a new emotion. “But the whole stupid thing about staying away because you thought I wouldn’t forgive you. The hell, nigga?” She pokes my chest with a hard finger, and just sit there staring at her with fascination, a small grin slowly forming on my lips.
I cup the back of her neck and pull her down, taking her mouth in a long, slow, deep, wet kiss, making her moan, whine, and wriggle her big ass against my hardening cock. Whatever gusto he may have lost while Zina scared the shit out of me, came right back up when she started going off.
“Uh-huh,” she mumbles, pulling off. “I’m not done. Don’t try to distract me, boy.” I chuckle. “I’m serious Matt.” She cups the side of my face, running the pad of her thumb over my short beard. “I fell for you that night. I gave you fucking everything, and you threw it all back at me. Fucking stomped on my heart, and disappeared. Never even tried to find me. To make things right, to at least explain.”
I shake my head, filled with anguish. “I’m so sorry, Zina.” Fuck, even I am tired of hearing myself apologize. I clear my throat. “I never went back to that school. Put someone else on that route. And I’ve been fighting with myself to not reach out to you every single day of my life since that night. I have no fucking excuse, baby. Just the truth. It’s fucking sad, all the time we lost, but I honestly thought you moved on. Maybe I hoped you did? Just another way to punish myself for the way I acted with you that night. Taking off like that. The stuff I called you. Fucking ruining your first time.”
Zina shakes her head, looking perfectly calm and composed. A fucking boss lady. I drop my head under the weight of regret, pain and shame, lowering my gaze. Zina cups my chin and lifts my head. “Give me your eyes, big man. You have nothing to beat yourself about. I knew you were mine from the moment we met. You fucked up, you apologized, and you explained. Now it’s fucking done.” Her eyes are glimmering with determination. “You fucking take me into that room and fuck me stupid. Then you make sure you never fuck up this big ever again. That’s all I’m asking.”
The smile on my face grows as she’s talking, spreading so big that my cheeks hurt. My heart beats fast and I want to fucking devour this woman, shove a diamond the size of fucking Texas on her shoulder, give her all I have.
I simply answer, “yes, ma’am.” I take my girl to bed.
* * *
It’s official. I’ve died and gone to heaven. No earthly sensation can feel this amazing. Zina’s pussy is otherworldly. She’s not just tight, she’s fucking tight. Holding me in a vise-like grip. She’s not wet, she’s goddamn soaked, dripping the length of my dick and all over my balls. I’m holding her hips tightly, probably painfully, but I can’t loosen my grasp. I need to clutch at her. My eyes are glued to our joined sex. Her voluptuous pussy lips parted, my thick cock gliding in and out, glistening with her juices.
Hands grabbing firmly on my shoulders, Zina plants her short, manicured nails into my skin. The sharp pain enhancing my pleasure. She’s gonna leave a fucking mark. I will proudly wear.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Fucking bounce on my cock. It’s all yours. Fuck yourself the way you like it.”
She moans louder at my dirty talk and I can’s hold back a strong up-thrust, making Zina cry out her pleasure.
“You like that, dirty girl? You fucking like me pushing my big dick up your tight, wet cunt?”
Zina lets out another loud whimper and I can tell she’s close. So fucking close. I band a strong forearm around her waist, firmly holding her in place, and start pistoning into her hot, drenched, tight channel. She bounces in my lap like a ragged doll, throwing her head back. Her eyes rolling back, full lips parted into a silent cry, rippling around me like she’s about to fucking swallow me. We’re both close, so I press the pad of my thumb on her swollen clit. One pass and the hood is pushed back, the sensitive bundle of nerves at my mercy. A few well-placed strokes and Zina comes undone. Shaking, whaling and spasming in my arms. God, she’s beautiful. Completely unashamed. Owning her sexuality, abandoning herself in my arms.
I wanted to talk tonight, get to know her better, but the way she lets her body respond to mine with such complete abandon, I know she’s giving me more truths than an evening of conversation could have.
I feel the telltale tingle of my imminent orgasm prickle at the base of my spine. My mouth falls on Zina’s and I plunge my tongue deep inside her warm wetness. Stroking and coxing her tongue. All at once, continuing to fuck her through her orgasm and chasing mine. When I feel my climax is imminent, I pick her up, flip her on her back, and thrust deeper and harder than ever. Zina explodes with more waves after waves of ecstasy. She moans loudly, calling my name over and over, pushing me over my tipping point.
I root myself to the hilt, my body contracting from the insanely intense pleasure. Feeling long, hot ropes of cum spray inside her. She tightens impossibly around me, sucking me in, milking me. Eyes squeezed shut, I let my orgasm take over and just grab on to Zina’s hip with a hard clench. When the tsunami of sensations finally recedes, I slowly pull out and we both watch my semen spill from her gaping cunt. Taking myself in hand, I run the head of my cock through her folds, painting her flesh with my sperm, rubbing it over her clit, pushing it back inside her pussy. Zina lets out short, breathy gasps, her eyes riveted to my indecent ministrations.
Finally, the head of my cock becomes too sensitive to continue. I grab my sweater and gently wipe the insides of Zina’s thighs as clean as I can, my eyes never leaving her warm, brown gaze.
9
PRESENT DAY - Zina
I’ve had men give me head before. Good head even. I’ve never come from it. Never even thought it possible. It felt pleasurable, but not life-alternating, mind-blowing, or anything too overwhelming.
But Mateo eating my pussy is an entirely novel experience. The man is fucking starved for me. He licks between my folds, over my labia, sucks in, tongues and grazes my clit, finger and tongue fucks me. All the while moaning and groaning loudly against my abused flesh. My juices drip like an open faucet, indecent wet sounds heightening my arousal.
“Loooorrrddd,” I stretch out.
Mateo lifts his head from between my legs, lower face glistening with my wetness, his magical mouth hooked up on one side in a cocky smirk.
“I prefer sir or daddy. Or just Mateo.”
Then he winks before standing to loom over me with all his might. His impossibly wide shoulders block the remaining daylight. He looks like an avenging giant. A warrior of times long gone.
