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“Ain’t no nigga been able to beat ya pussy into whipped cream since we broke up, huh?” He smirked as he plunged into her again and quickly out. “This pussy ain’t been getting the attention it deserves.”
“Why you say that?” Zia asked between moans.
“‘Cuz I can still feel my dick print in ya pussy walls.”
“Whatever, Saadiq,” She blushed as she turned away from his stare. “Quit fucking with me and?—”
“Nope,” Snatching her up, Saadiq tossed her over his shoulder and carried her to his bedroom. “Can’t do that. I been a full-blown fuckin’ addict behind you since the night you busted it wide open for a nigga.”
Tossing her into the center of his king-sized bed, he crawled in between her legs and slammed into her pussy.
Zia shook hard as she squirted and came on contact. “Saadiqqqqqqq! Fuck!”
“That’s right,” He growled into her ear before he bit the shell of it. “Call my muthafuckin’ name. “Let every nigga in this world know you’re mine. I’mma fuck you into orgasm after orgasm until you say yes to being my wife.”
CHAPTER FOUR
“Soooo, wait. Wait a damn minute,” Brittany Patterson, Zia’s adoptive sister and bestie, held a hand up mid-conversation over the FaceTime call to get clarity on what was being explained to her. “Your fine ass ex, whom by the way you are still madly in love with, and who is still blowing your back out just as fucking goodt as he always has, don’ fucked around and asked you to marry him? And you’ve been avoiding him since this all happened three damn weeks ago?”
“Well, it didn’t technically go down like that,” Zia shrugged as she applied her makeup in her bathroom mirror. “It was more so like, he asked me while getting ready to fuck me into the table.”
“Girl, whatever. Semantics are not important right now. So anyway, you said no even though he would clear your debt and merge y’all’s businesses together, making it more profitable for both you and him. He’d let you control the day-to-day operations if you wanted, and you told that nigga no? Is that what you’re telling me?” Smirking, Brittany asked for clarification.
“I mean, basically, but you did put a little funky spin on my shit to make me look bad. But,” Zia pressed her lips togetherto evenly spread her lipstick. “Yeah, that’s the gist of what went down.”
“You’re out of your gotdamn mind, Zia. Now, I know we had to knuck if you buck in those foster homes we lived in, but bitch I think one of them hoes musta hit you too hard in the head and knocked ya brain loose.”
“Whatever! You so ignorant,” Zia cackled even though she tried not to. I’m not outta my mind either. “I’m just being cautious. Saadiq broke my heart once, and I barely pulled through. Allowing him that access now would be crazy. But, I gotta admit, the possibility of being Mrs. Saadiq Henderson did sound nice. As long as I’ve been in love with that man, being his wife would be a dream come true.”
“Well, what the hell is the gotdamn problem, Zia?” Brittney asked; she was about ready to knock some sense into her sister.
“It wasn’t genuine. But more importantly, Saadiq broke my heart, and he’s still denying that he didn’t do anything wrong. Hell, he’s already got me all over the place emotionally. I don’t need to make any big decisions right now where that damn man is concerned. My goal is to tackle one issue with him at a time. Agreeing to marry that nigga under duress would be insane.”
“Bitchhhhh! What fucking duress are you under, cuckoo bird?”
“The kind that makes me crazy for the dick, duh.”
“Chileeee, if you say so,” Smacking her lips, Brittany shook her head. “But let me ask you this, Zia. Shouldn’t you be trying to figure out shit with Saadiq now instead of taking ya fast ass out on a date with ya main fuck-off?”
“No, I shouldn’t. Smartass,” Sucking her teeth, Zia narrowed her eyes at her sister. “I need another man to help me get my mind off Saadiq. That man has come back into my life and turned it upside down. I need to stay far away from him until I can turn it right side up. I think better without Saadiq around.He’s been fucking my brains loose to the point where all I can think about is his dick and how good it feels to cum on it.”
“Bitch, that’s a good thing.” Brittany's eyes bugged as she stared at Zia in confused amusement. “Getting ya brains fucked loose by a big dick is always a dream cum true in my book.”
“Well, it ain’t in mine,” Zia disagreed as she began removing the big rollers from her hair. “Especially not when I can’t think about anything else. I need time to gather myself and not have my every thought be focused on Saadiq and the crazy hold that man has on me.”
“A’ight, girl, if you say so. It makes no sense to me, but I love you, so I’mma support ya foolishness.”
“Oh gee, thanks, sissy,” Zia said as she pinned her sister with a sarcastic smirk.
“Anytime boo,” Brittany chuckled before she took a sip of her water. “But you don’t even need to thank me, my expert advice comes naturally, and for you it’s free.”
“Gurl bye,” Zia cackled. “I ain’t got time to entertain your shenanigans, Brit. But let’s get off me for a moment and focus on your hot ass. Where you going to? Looking all sexy.” Zia asked Brittany, who was dressed in a beautiful burgundy mini dress with long sleeves, a lapel collar, and a feather-accented hem, accentuating her curvaceous frame. Her long brown hair was styled into big sexy, boho twists, and her beautiful, blemish-free, toffee-hued skin glowed on her flawless, made-up face. “Who are you going to seduce, looking all sexy and shit?” Zia teased as she slipped her plus-sized, curvy body into her own hot little number. A blue denim bell sleeve, quilted high slit maxi dress with a mock neck.
“Girl, I'm finally giving my momma’s chiropractor, Joseph, a chance. Remember, I told you he asked for my number at her last appointment and has been asking me out on a date for a while now. I finally decided to give in and agree to a date.Depending on how things go, I might even give him a ‘lil pussy if he deserves it.”
“Ayeeeee! Okayyy!” Zia chuckled as she snapped her fingers. “Shit, I know that’s right.”
“Yes honey,” Brittany co-signed as she put on her lashes. “Your fine ass better do the same thing tonight, too, bitch. And I don’t mean with Ray’s ass or none of your other fuck-offs either. Tell that nigga thanks for dinner and take yo’ ass on to wherever the fuck Saadiq is gon’ be. Go get your man before it’s too late. Before I have to hear how you fucked up because you played on that nigga’s top and next thing you know he starts calling somebody else, baby.”
