Page 11 of Bricked Up
“I do. Come in the kitchen wit’ me,” He tossed over his shoulder as he entered the kitchen. “We can talk in there.”
“Okay,” Zia followed him as she nervously wrung her hands about as she slid into a chair at the kitchen table. “So uh, I was wondering if you would consider letting me expand my business into the building next door. And you can open your ice cream shop on the other side of the complex.”
“You really that worried about competition that you want me gone?” he asked curiously as he handed her a bottle of cold water. You think me serving ice cream would be that much of a threat?”
“No, I’m not?—”
“Everybody in this city and the neighboring areas loves your cookies, Zia.” He retrieved a bottle of Essentia water from the fridge, handed it to her, and leaned against the counter across from where she was sitting. “Your place stays packed from open to close. You deliver hot, fresh cookies, and your customers love you on and off social media. Local celebrities promote and love your cookies. And you haven’t been in the red once in the six years since you’ve been open. Sugah & Dough is doing very well. So wassup? You owe a loan shark or something?”
“Saadiq,” She chuckled before taking a dip of her water. “Ion even wanna know how you know I’m not in the red. I should have your ass arrested.”
“Won't do any good, I paid folks good money to find out everything about you I didn’t know, which wasn’t much but useful, nonetheless. I know all kinda personal and private shit ‘bout you since we been apart, but back to your feeling threatened about my ice cream shop. Proceed.” He smirked as he twisted the cap on his water and guzzled down half the bottle.
“First of all,” she shook her head. “Don’t be surprised when the cops show up and cuff ya ass for illegally obtaining my damn personal information. Second, I never said I was threatened; I’m not. Not at all. What’s for me will always be for me. So, I’on worry about that shit you talking. I just need the space. I reallywanted to expand into the bagel shop space. It would be great for business. I’d have a bigger kitchen, more prep space, and customers will actually be able to sit in the lobby, allowing me to have the take-out window I need. And before you ask,” Zia held a hand up to stop any more questions. “I know that I could just move into another building, but the one I’m in is what works best for me.”
“A’ight,” Saadiq nodded as he pondered her response. “How ‘bout this?” Rounding the counter, he approached Zia. Grinning, he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and pulled her up from the chair, and sat Zia on the kitchen table. He laid her back, removed her panties, and spread her legs. Then he took his fingers and began moving them around in a slow circular motion over her clit. He smiled when she moaned on contact. “Marry me.”
“What?” Her voice cracked as her forehead wrinkled in confusion, and shock settled on her face. “I—I’m not?—”
He slipped a finger in her pussy, effectively causing the rest of her sentence to come out in a mess of sexy ass moans.
“You marry me. We merge our businesses, and the thousands in debt that you owe me is cleared.” Saadiq summed up as he raised her legs up and rested them on his shoulders, palmed and began caressing her titties as he slipped into her sloppy wet pussy.
“Ohhhhhh, Mhmmmm! Yesss!”
A slick smirk spread across his lips as her sounds of pleasure filled the air, and he watched her eyes roll to the back of her head before they slid closed.
“Mmmhmmm! Gotdamn,” Saadiq moaned as he stroked her pussy with deep, long, filling thrusts. With his hand secure on her hips, he worked his hips into slow rolling circles as he plunged in and out of her. Kissing and sucking on her ankles as he caressed her titties, Saadiq rolled his dick through her warm,drenched pussy, caressing her G-Spot as he picked up the pace and knocked the lining out of her pussy walls.
“Fuckkkkk! Saadiqqqqq!” Zia moaned and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth as she rode his stroke and gilded her hips upward to meet his thrusts. Her pussy juices dripped all over the table and coated his dick every time he slid back and forth through her wetness. “Yessss! Your dick shouldn’t feel this fucking good to me. I’m ‘bout to fucking cummmmm! I’m finna fuckin cum! Yesssssss!”
“Shittttt!”
“You gon’ marry me?” he asked between kisses and licks to her ankles as he pulled out at a deep, even pace before he slid right back in.
“Saadiqqqqq,” she trembled, and her legs shook as pleasure began racing up and down her spine before bursting throughout her body. “Pleaseeee, let’s not?—”
“I love you, Zia, fuckkkk!” He growled as he pushed her legs forward until her knees touched her chest as he began slamming into her squirting pussy. “I fucking love you so muchhh!” His dick had a mind of its own as he pummeled her into a drenched, creamy mess. His muscles tightened, and his toes and legs locked as he plunged, deeply stroked, and rocketed them straight to ecstasy. “Uhhhh fuckkk! Merry me, Ziaaaaa! Ughhhhh! Shittttt! I’m muthafuckin’ cumminnnn’!”
“Me toooooo! Oh shittttt,” Zia moaned as she clutched the table even tighter as her toes curled and her whole body spazzed as her orgasm slammed into her and she came
all over his dick just as Saadiq filled her with his cum.
“Aghhhhhhh! Gotdamnnnnn!” Saddiq sprayed every inch of her slick, wet, warmed with his cum.
“Shit. Saadiq,” Zia bit her bottom lip just as another moan slipped from her mouth. “That shit felt so good. Whew!” Shetook deep, short breaths as a grin played at the corners of her lips.
“Yeah, ya pussy almost brought me to my fuckin’ knees. You got me fuckin’ hooked just as bad as the first time you sat on my dick,” Saadiq pulled out of her until just the tip rested at her slick coochie entrance. Smiling, he rolled the tip around her soaked, slippery opening as he began to brick up all over again. “This pussy is addictive as fuck.”
“Uht uh Saadiq,” Zia shook her head as she tried to sit up when he felt his dick expand against her thighs. “You ain’t finna have me walking funny for the next two weeks. Back up, sir.” She moaned as she sat up on her elbows just as Saadiq pushed into her a little bit and started gliding his dick in and out of her slick opening.
“You sure that’s what you want?” he asked with a smirk as he began fingering her clit while plunging into her, then quickly pulled out. Her juices dripped from his dick as he did so. “Fuckkkk girl, this pussy ain’t no bitch. You stay wet for a nigga. He chuckled as he went back to teasing her opening with his dick. Damn, this pussy grippin’ the fuck outta me.”
“Saadiqqq! I’m not gon’ be able to walk if?—”
Fuck you need to walk for, all carry you and all this fat-ass soaked pussy around everywhere.”
“I’m serious, Saadiq, I don’t?—”
