Page 4 of Bricked Up
Zia glanced down at her yellow and deep, reddish-orange dress and instantly blushed. She’d forgotten all about just how much Saadiq loved her in a sundress. When they were together, he kept his hand under her dress and stayed watching her booty jiggle while slapping and caressing on her big, soft ass in public. And whenever she wore panties underneath them, he’d rip them off in public. That shit used to make her so fucking horny. Just like the memories were doing now.
“Please, Saadiq,” She chuckled to keep from blushing. “I absolutely did not wear this for you.”
“Yeah, you did. I know you, Latisha, but it’s all good. I get why you wanna save face.”
“Think whatever you want,” She proceeded as she tried to pretend that she didn’t notice his dick wasn’t signaling for her to come hop up on it and take a ride around the block. “But don’t call me by my middle name like we cool, nigga.”
“I didn’t,” Massaging his neck, he chuckled. “I called you by your middle name because I know that when I address you by that muthafucka, it makes your pussy thirsty for my dick.”
A shiver ran up her spine because she couldn’t deny the truth. She just hated that he still remembered the shit. But she damn sure wasn’t about to acknowledge the fact that the nigga was right. Zia had tried everything to delete Saadiq from her mind so her heart could mend. She’d gone through hell trying to survive and move on with her life after he broke her heart five years ago. But she did that shit and was so proud of herself.
So, allowing Saadiq to drag her back into that mentally unsafe and unstable space of loving him was out of the fucking question. So no matter how much he made her heart and her pussy flutter, she was done with all things Saadiq. And that included his big ass dick that was looking her dead in the face, trying to entice her to cum play. And she was pissed that she had to keep stopping herself from drooling every time the big fucker jumped at her.
“Soooo, are you really opening up a business next door to mine?” Zia asked, purposely ignoring his response to her question.
“I said I was, didn’t I?” His brows knitted together in question. “What part of me telling you that I was opening an ice cream shop next door, didn’t you understand, baby? You smart as a muthafucka, so I know you can comprehend.”
Zia sucked her teeth then chuckled to keep from cursing this ignorant nigga back to Texas. If she didn’t need a favor from him and hadn’t fucked up his ride, she wouldn’t even be acknowledging the nigga’s presence. Plus, Zia knew that Saadiq liked to push buttons just to get a reaction out of a muthafucka. Especially her. If he wasn’t gon’ do nothing else, his bold, blunt ass was gon’ do whatever to get a rise out of her. “Since when are you into being a business owner? And having tenants at that? Are you not still installing flooring anymore?”
Saadiq’s amused gaze faded and was replaced with a remorseful one as he pinched the bridge of his nose, slid his dick back into his boxers as he began to go soft, and released a deep sigh.
“My grandma passed away last year…”
“I’m so sorry, Saadiq,” Zia was suddenly overwhelmed with sadness. Gwen Henderson lived every minute of her life unapologetically. She was a beautiful woman with a beautifulspirit and energy to match. “I know how much she meant to you. You know I thought the world of Gwen.”
“Yeah, I know,” He nodded. She wanted me to call you and have you come see her a few days before she passed, but I refused. I kinda regret it a little bit now.”
“Saadiq, I wish you’d reached out to me. I would’ve dropped everything to come see her.”
“But I didn’t want you there,” He confessed harshly. “I also had no way to reach you. You changed yo’ number and blocked me from all forms of communication the day you broke my fucking heart and walked out on me. Granted, I coulda found ya ass wit’ no problem, but since you walked out on me without regard for how fucked up I’d be behind the shit, I let ya ignorant ass be.”
“Well, not wanting me there when Gwen did was selfish as fuck. You could have called my parents and gotten my fucking number. I hope that shit eats your ass up for the rest of your gotdamn life, Saadiq.” She slid off her desk and went to open the door. “And if memory serves me correctly, I had every fucking right to walk out on you after what the fuck you did to me. After you fucking cheated on me.”
“I didn’t do shit to you, Zia,” He yelled as hurt and anger flashed in his gaze. “I’on know what the fuck you talkin’ ‘bout but?—”
“Of course you don’t, nigga. It ain’t even important anymore, anyway. Just go, get the fuck out. I was crazy to even think I could ask your ignorant ass for shit.” Tears clouded her eyes as she screamed at him. “Get the fuck out, Saadiq!”
Saadiq took a deep breath as he cracked his neck, then stood and started toward the door. But he didn’t exit her office like she demanded. Instead, he yanked her away from the door by her arm, slammed it, locked it, and moved in front of it while holding Zia against him by her waist.
He grinned when he heard a small moan slip from her lips when he leaned forward slightly and kissed her on her shoulder.
“You too fucking grown to be throwing tantrums, Zia,” Saadiq began raising the hem of her dress until it gathered around her hips and started caressing her thighs. “You should know how to effectively communicate by now.”
Zia cleared her throat as she quickly wiped at her eyes with her hands before she finally decided to respond to his bullshit. “I do know how to communicate, it’s just that when asshole niggas come into my office, lying about–Mmmm…”
Another moan escaped her when Saadiq snatched her panties down her legs and grazed a finger back and forth through her pussy lips. He then raised her leg and rolled the pads of his fingers around in circles on her clit as it swelled.
“Shit, this pussy is still fat as fuck. Extra fucking creamy and as wet as I remember.”
“Saadiqqqq!”
“I don’t like my time being wasted, Zia,” Saadiq explained as he proceeded to caress her lips. “I ain’t going nowhere until we get something understood now that we're back in each other’s lives.”
“Just because you’re now my landlord and I have to give you a check every month, doesn’t mean we’re back in each other's lives. I’m just your tenant and nothinggggg more. Fuckkkk!” She moaned as she leaned her head against his shoulder when he slipped a couple of fingers deep into her and started caressing her pussy walls.
“You humpin’ my hand like you trying to be more than just my tenant. You humpin’ me like you want me to give you every inch of my dick and my fucking last name.
“Saadiq! Yesss! Fuck, I hate that you still know my spot! Shit, I’m gonna cum!” She whimpered as she reclined her head. Her pussy was soaked, and her juices seeped down her thighs.
