Page 35 of So Special: Fanatic Love

From the corner of my eyes, I watched Zane sit at the stool at his kitchen island. He didn’t say anything as I moved around his kitchen. “You didn’t let me eat so you need to feed me, Donkey Kong…King Kong.”

“Aye, you’ll make me one too?” he asked calmly. “I definitely could eat.” His attitude was so nonchalant. I wanted to slap his ass again.

I kissed my teeth. “I’m not making your ass shit! You’ll starve tonight.” I moved around and prepared my creation. I made bomb omelets.

The kitchen was quiet of conversation, but loud with all of my overexaggerated movements. I tried desperately to get on his nerves, ruin his night, but the smile that adorned his sexy face told me that I was actively failing. “This omelet smells so good!”

“It does,” he commented. “I didn’t know you could cook, baby.” My head shot up from watching the frying pan to him with the corners of my eyes tightened. When I told him not to call me baby, he responded with a simple, “Yes, baby.”

He gets on my fucking nerves.I moved to the cabinet that I saw the plates in previously. After I had a plate in my hand, I slammed the cabinet door. My omelet slid onto the plate effortlessly. There was a fork in the dish rack, so I grabbed it, then cut into my omelet. “Mm, this is so good.”

Zane got up from the stool and walked around the kitchen island.What is he doing?My mouth dropped when he took one of the other forks out of the dish rack and cut into my damn omelet. “Oh, damn, this is good,” he complimented after he swallowed my food.

My hand slammed down against the counter. “Get mad dammit!” This was not going like I planned.

It was silent for a second before he bent over with laughter. “Yo, you are funny as hell.” My body was already turned in his direction. It was easy for him to get fully into my space. He lowered the top of his body to become eye level with me. “You want me to be mad, Daisy?”Fuck, Suga Melon, stand strong.

He used that seductive tone that got my juices flowing every time. “Yes! Let me ruin your damn morning.”

His strong Hercules arms pulled me into his broad chest.Don’t you lick his chest, Daisy. It is not Hershey Chocolate!When his lips went to my neck, my mind tried to formulate a new plan to take control. “You really want to ruin my morning, baby?”

“Stop calling me baby, Zane.” My tone didn’t come out like I thought it would in my mind. The moan that accompanied the words was not planned or appreciated. I filled my lungs with air before I spoke this time. “I am not your damn baby!”That sounds better.“Ah!” I yelped when he lifted me from the ground.

“Well, you can ruin my morning over here.” His feet took us to his bedroom. He dropped me on the bed. My leggings came off way too easily.I should have worn panties.

“Oh my God!” His masterful tongue explored the folds of Suga Melon. He did this suck, lick combination that caused me to breathe erratically. “Za-Zane!”

His mouth left my center. “Daisy, damn, you’re ruining the fuck out of my morning.” In the next blink he lifted me off the bed, walked us over to the wall, then lowered me onto his hard dick. “Suga Melon doesn’t seem like she wants to ruin my morning. It sounds like she wants to make me happy.”

My arms wrapped tightly around his neck with the back of my head leaned against the wall. This was unadulterated fucking and I loved it. “Fuck you, Zane! You ain’t shit!”

He chortled. “Nah, I’m fucking you tonight, baby.” He thrusted into me while I tried to match his strokes. Those neck kisses were a bitch. I felt his arms shift my body ever so slightly. The next time he thrusted, Suga Melon cut a fool. “That’s right, wet this dick up. Your ass is going to learn to stop fucking playing with me,” he proclaimed. “You not about to have me out here professing that I want to be with you and you act like my fucking feelings don’t matter.” He grunted as he aggressively pumped into me. He knew I loved that aggressive type fucking.

In defiance, I shook my head. “No! Fuck you and your…oh my God!” The orgasm that erupted from my body rattled my entire soul.

Zane stopped pumping before he looked down. With a smirk, he commented, “Suga Melon pouring out on my feet.”He resumed his thrusts. “Let me finish letting you ruin my morning.”

For the next I wasn’t sure how long, he fucked me to insanity and talked his shit. I told my mind to stay strong. Don’t let the dick get me into some shit that I already said I wasn’t going to do. Zane felt vulnerable in my opinion. That was the only reason he suddenly wanted to explore this relationship idea. Well, he kind of alluded to it at Ashtan’s first birthday party at Mama Lina’s house, but I ignored his ass. I stayed steadfast with my god-mommy duties.

“Fuck!” Zane yelled as his cum yum sauce filled me. We both stood there with no movement for a few seconds. “Let’s get in the fucking shower and go to sleep.”

This is different.He carried me to the shower. After he sat me on the counter, he started the shower. The yawn snuck up on me.Don’t you fall asleep. You’re going to take this shower, then carry your ass home, Daisy!I watched his tight ass set the temperature of the water.

His dick swung side to side as he walked toward me. The slap sound as it hit his thighs turned me on against my wishes. My shirt and socks were still on. I wore slides over here and those were kicked off near the door. He pulled my socks off, then lifted my shirt above my head. Without words, he picked me back up and carried us into the shower. Before I knew it, his dick found its way back into me.

I had no idea when I fell asleep. After our shower, he put me in the bed. I told myself that I would lay there for a minute to catch my breath, change out of the T-shirt that he put me in, then leave. Well, my exhaustion foiled that plan. According to the bedside clock, it was six in the morning.

Zane’s arms were wrapped tightly around me. His face was cuffed in my neck.Please let him be a heavy sleeper.I put my hand on his arm. He shifted a little behind me but didn’t wakeup. After I waited a few minutes to make sure he was fully asleep again, I slowly lifted his arm from around me. Like I was on some covert operation, I slid out of the bed.

I crouched down on the floor.Please don’t wake up. Please don’t wake up.I stood once I felt it was safe and slowly backed up. My eyes scanned the room for my clothes. My leggings were no longer on the floor.Fuck!

“Where are you going, Daisy?” Zane’s groggy voice sounded. His eyelids were low, but open. “Daisy, you standing still like a statue doesn’t mean that I won’t see your ass. This isn’t a fucking mannequin challenge.” The sarcasm in his tone was almost disrespectful. At least to me it was. “Again, where the fuck are you going?”

I gathered myself. “I’m leaving. I…I have something to do,” I lied. It had been a long time since a man had me stuck. I was indeed stuck right now.

He sat up in the bed and put his back against the headboard. His head turned to the bedside table that held his clock. “You got something to do at six in the morning?” Before I could respond, he snickered with a head shake. “Yeah, get the fuck out. You want me to treat you like I treat one of them ho bitches that I fuck with, then so be it. I’ll holla the next time I want some of that pussy.”

Shock was the only feeling I felt. He had never spoken to me in this manner. Yeah, what we did was casual, but never disrespectful. This was disrespectful. My back straightened. “Fuck you, Zane! Instead of worrying about what the fuck I’m doing you need to be figuring out how to get your mama to love you.” I lashed out.

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