Page 56 of Made to Love Ya

This time was no different. I pushed my face into the pillow and clenched my teeth around the pillowcase. My phone rang somewhere in the distance, and I wondered who had bad timing.

It didn’t matter, though, because Izael wouldn’t let my ass up if I told him that it was the President of the United States of America calling.

“Relax, baby, and let ya man get in that ass.”

“You’re in there,” I moaned.

“Nah, baby. The head ain’t all the way in yet. I wanna go deep.”

He slowly pumped into my ass, trying to work his way inside. I continued feeling pressure for a while before I felt him move beyond that barrier that always prevented him from going too deep.

Izael felt so good back there that I shook and whimpered. Before long, I threw my ass back at him, loving how it sounded slapping against his body. He reached around the front and rubbed my clitoris until the throbbing that I felt inside of me grew with intensity.

“I’m cumming, Zae.”

“You like me in that ass, Chè?”

“Mm-hmm.” I moaned and stuck my tongue out to press into my top lip.

His hands moved up to cup my breasts and then pinch my nipples. I slid a finger in my pussy and worked it back and forth while he slid in and out of me.

“Ohhh shit, Zae!” I screamed as I came.

“That’s it, beautiful,” he whispered and picked up his speed just a little more.

When he rocked into me one final time, he ground against my ass without pulling back. His fingers pinched my sides, and he went still.

“Chè!” he grunted through clenched teeth.

I felt his hot seed filling my asshole and then spilling over. When I collapsed on the bed, he pulled me into his arms. My chest heaved as I looked up at him.

“I love you, Zae.”

“I know you do, baby. Just figure out what you need. Because I can’t go on when we’re not in the same space.”

He pressed his lips against my forehead, and I closed my eyes and let the tears fall. Izael didn’t say another word. He simply held me until I fell asleep.

Somehow, I knew when I woke up that he would be long gone.

IZAEL

It wasimportant to me that while I was giving Talia space to grow and to heal that she didn’t feel disconnected from me. I planned to take my baby out on dates and spend time with her together outside of her place. These were things that we hadn’t been able to do before because we’d both been sneaking around behind her family’s back and acting as if all we had time to do was fuck.

She meant so much more to me than that. I hoped that she would come to learn that what we shared couldn’t be compared with anything else she had experienced. I also wanted her to realize her self-worth and let go of her past. As long as she kept living there, we had no future.

“You know, growing up watching you and Tahj, I never would have thought you had a romantic bone in your body,” she observed as she watched me finish twisting the stems of several southern red trillium I had picked along the path to the waterfall.

“I’m not a romantic, baby girl. Don’t get it twisted. This is what you bring out in me,” I replied and placed the floral crown on her head.

I sat back to admire my handiwork. “Perfect.”

“I want to see,” she remarked, reaching up and adjusting the crown a little.

I pulled out my phone and took a couple of pictures of her. Turning my phone in my hand, I showed them to her.

She smiled brightly at me.

“I love it. It’s beautiful, Zae.”

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