After her fifthor sixth orgasm -- Zayna pleads with me, "Enough..."

She keepsthat begging up a while before I listen and reluctantly move my face away from her lower lips to get my mouth clean on her sweet brown thighs.

I kneelbetween Zayna's spread legs and when I touch her tummy with a flat hand she looks up at me as if to ask, "Are you done yet?"

Can't blame her because I teased her ass plenty on the way here. She doesn't have a logical thought left in her head. I can tell.

"I think your pussy cured my racism," I tell her, keeping my hand firm on her stomach and rolling my thumb around in a gentle circle around the soft spot on her flesh I can touch. She inhales with slow frustration.

"That did not happen," Zayna says, her head flopping back. She's done with me.

"Climb into bed."

She looks up at me again.

"I'm done with you tonight."

She raises an eyebrow skeptically. But I won't change my mind, even if my dick aches like a motherfucker. Instead, I get up and lift the sheets back on the bed before extending a hand to the woman I tossed out of bed. She reaches for me reluctantly and I pull her up. Zayna stumbles a little, taken aback by just how easy it is for me to drag her ass to her feet.

"Come on."

Zayna glances skeptically between me and the bed we need to share. I walk around to the other side and climb in. Zayna shuffles back into her clothes and then crosses her arms as she stares at her empty side of the bed.

"That did not cure your racism," she says. "Just so you know."

I close my eyes because I don't want her to stay stuck on the topic too long, frankly. I grunt so that she feels heard, but I don't know if it works.

She shoves my arm as she climbs into bed. I open my eyes again, but mostly because Zayna is close to me. I give her a mischievous look. I can still smell her pussy on my upper lip and I love it. She doesn't look so loving right now. More like hateful.

"If all that was meant to change my mind about you, it didn't work," she says, lying through her fucking teeth. I let her have that moment. No woman alive can fake that many orgasms in a row like that. I have her pussy juice all over me. Can't fake that either.

"I'm not what you think I am."

She raises her eyebrows again with that annoying skepticism. Zayna pulls the blankets over herself and looks at me from what should be her sleeping position. Her eyes are snapped open and fixed on me with such pronounced outrage, that I doubt she plans on sleeping -- despite the way I ate her out.

"Just because you know how to please a woman doesn't mean anything."

My chest swells. I knew I was good at it. Her little comment just proves it. Zayna hits my arm.

"Stop focusing on the wrong part of my statement," she mutters, like a little psychic. "Still racist. And what happened is never going to happen again."

"Unless I help with your little problem."

She glares at me. "I might have changed my mind."

"Okay."

"That's it?"

"Yup. I'll go check on Eden. Give you time to fall asleep."

I leanover and kiss her forehead. She seems surprised at first, then relieved I didn't kiss her lips. But I should have. It would be good for Zayna to taste her pussy on my lips. Get a sample of how deeply I tasted her cranky ass...

But when I climb out of bed, she closes her eyes and I know that I at least got this woman to let her guard down. Perfect. I walk down the cabin halls to Eden's bedroom. Zeus gets up fromhis bed once I leave the bedroom and follows me to Eden's room. I pet the top of his head and make him sit outside Eden's room while I check on her.

She's sleeping. Peacefully. I wait a few minutes then return to my bedroom, hoping that Zayna is fast asleep. I am so fucked. Thankfully, when I push the bedroom door open, Zayna has a pillow clutched against her chest and she’s snoring. Can't fake snoring.

"Zayna?" I whisper. She doesn't wake up. I knew eating her good would get her quiet. I shut the door slowly and sneak out to my living room, grabbing my phone off the kitchen counter to head outside.