Page 19 of Bricked Up
“Fuckkk meeee!”
Their moans of pleasure blended with each other’s as he delivered stroke after soul-shaking, fucking stroke.
Zia was so wet, and her pussy sucked his dick so hard, he had to still himself for a couple of minutes to keep from bussin’ before he wanted it.
It didn’t matter how many times he took her raw and free; each time always felt better than the last.
When the soaking wet shit started somehow feeling even better than it already had, Saadiq was about ready to say, ‘fuck it’ and tap out, happily. But he quickly got himself together and eased in and out of Zia’s pussy nice and slow a few times before his full, body-bending strokes turned into toe-curling plunges of extremely satisfying pleasure. Every thrusting, winding, circular motion that Saadiq blessed her with had Zia’s moans catching in her throat so much she thought she’d pass out from the way euphoric pleasure bound her to his every soul-snatching stroke.
“Yesss!” She screamed as he stretched and filled her repeatedly. The pleasure that ripped her body and did the Tamia hustle against her clit as it sputtered and sloshed was so potent, it had Zia’s eyes rolling to the back of her head, the shit felt so good. Her coochie clenched and released as his balls slapped against her pussy just right as he tore up her G-Spot and clit. The unexplainable orgasmic bliss was more than she could handle, and she came screaming his name.
“Saadiqqqq! I’m cumminnnnn!”
“You damn right you are, and I’m right behind you, baby,” He moaned against the crook of her neck as he pummeled away while Zia kissed and sucked on his neck. “Ughhhh! Fuckkkk!” Moaning, he sprayed down her walls with his nut.
“Morning handsome,” Zia smiled as she cradled his neck with one hand and rubbed his back with the other. “Does a side of eggs, bacon, and a stack of pancakes with crispy edges and a little powdered sugar come with all that dick you just gave me?”
Saadiq chuckled, his breathing finally evened out as he pulled out, kissed Zia on the lips, and eased out of bed. He slipped into his Converse slides and made his way toward the bathroom. “Yup, and so does a pineapple peach mimosa, fresh strawberries, and a hot bath. And I have your Kindle charging.Just let me hop in the shower right quick, and I got you. I’m gonna cater to you all morning.”
“Mmmm,” Zia stretched, then rolled over and followed Saadiq into the restroom. “Sounds like my kinda morning. The perfect way to start a day.”
Zia reached for a washcloth in the linen closet, cleaned herself up until she could soak and cleanse her body like she wanted to, and crawled back into bed. After powering on the television, Zia caught up onThe Chiand dozed off halfway through the second episode. She was only asleep for twenty minutes before Saadiq woke her up and carried her to a hot bubble bath, where he served her mimosas and fresh fruit as promised while she read "MsMosley”by Talena Tillman.
Afterwards, Saadiq served her breakfast in bed and gave her some space to relax. He made sure she was good before he headed into her home office to make a few calls and respond to several emails. He wasn’t even in the office for ten minutes before Zia brought her ass in there naked and asked him to come fuck her back to sleep. So he did. And dozed off right after her.
A few hours later, Saadiq sat on the edge of Zia’s queen-size Serta as his gaze slowly roamed over Zia’s sexy, plus-sized body. She was lying on her stomach, snoring softly with her hair spread out against the pillow and the sheet gathered around her waist. He adored the tiger cub tattoo on her upper back, which symbolized the strength she had to figure out at a very young age. And was still trying to figure out today.
Saadiq’s heart swelled with happiness a million times over when he looked at Zia. Her presence in his life had been both comforting and inspiring. He loved how hard she loved him and still loves him even though she has him at arm's length right now. He was determined to figure out what went wrong so he could regain her trust and hear her say out loud how much she loved him.
Glancing at the diamond ring in his hand, the very same ring he’d planned to give her the night she walked out on him. Instinctively, he’d rubbed his chest where he’d literally felt pain and panic for months after she left, and he never found out why the pain manifested itself in such a way. He examined the flawless details so many times, comparing them to Zia’s beauty.
All night, last night, Saadiq wanted to slip the diamond on her ring finger while he fucked her into another universe, but he was terrified because he knew she’d say no because she still believed he cheated on her when he never did. Saadiq was determined to figure out who derailed his life and happiness and why.
When the shit first went down, he didn’t give a fuck about trying to prove his innocence because he was so angry that she left and never bothered to hear his side. He just went on about his life, kept his heart under lock and key, and used sex to hide his true emotions until he got tired of doing that. But now that he was done being stubborn and was ready to finally stop being stupid and get Zia back, it was now more crucial than ever that he prove to the only woman in the world he loved and wanted to build a life with that he didn’t cheat then and had never cheated on her ever. Which was a first for him because he had cheated on several of his other exes.
For a time, he even assumed his breakup with Zia was Karma, but now he wasn’t so sure. He was now more determined than ever to figure out what went wrong.
Rising from the bed, Saadiq glanced at the ring once more, then returned it to his pants pocket and went to get ready for the day. As he retrieved his clothes from the duffel in his trunk, he had to take a minute and lean against the door frame after flashbacks of last night and early this morning caught him by the balls. The amazing sex was blowing his mind just like it always did, and he wondered if getting so caught up in Zia allover again was a good idea. While Saadiq felt like the sex was more than enough to want Zia back, he was in love with so much more than how many times she could make him cum. Her drive, determination, resilience, and how much heart she had were things he’d always admired about her.
How comfortable and confident she was in her body and beauty drove him crazy with desire for her. He loved how excited she was about enjoying life despite all she’d been through. She was more thoughtful than people deserved. She moved with a sensuality and sexuality that he couldn’t help but be completely obsessed with. Also, Zia demanded respect and exuded boss, badass female energy, and was just all around unapologetically herself. Saadiq loved every bit of her. She was the love of his life, and Saadiq didn’t care what mountains he had to move; he was gonna make her his wife and make her happy for the rest of her life.
After he showered, Saadiq quickly exited Zia’s bedroom before he gave in to his urge to fuck her into the mattress, wall, and the floor yet again. After making himself a pineapple mango smoothie and placing one in the freezer for Zia, he was out the door.
His first stop was to finally grab the flooring he’d decided on for the ice cream shop and then meet up with his other best friend. The same friend who was also the artist he’d asked to paint the inside and outside of his shop before meeting with the interior designer and the furniture company he’d chosen to source the furniture from.
Thankfully, because he was following his grandmother’s wishes to the letter, Saadiq had no trouble ensuring that when he opened for business, everything would be perfect. It was crucial that he honored his grandmother’s dream exactly as she had envisioned it. He wanted to keep her vision and memory alive for years to come.
By the time he made it to the shop, everybody in the crew he had hired was hard at work. And it really made his day that shit was problem-free, and running smoothly. Saadiq was grateful that the shop didn’t require a lot of major changes or come with numerous problems. He’d just brought in the flooring and all the other materials he’d need for installation and was closing his trunk when his female best friend from college, Callie Jenkins, pulled up in her ride in the parking spot next to him and hopped out. Callie was a beautiful, tall, thick, curvy, honey-hued sistah with long black hair, noticeably slanted brown eyes, and small hoop nose rings in each nostril. She wore glasses and had a dimpled chin. She’d been turning heads since the day they met.
“Wassup headache? You lucky I love you like a brother, best friend. Otherwise, I would’ve told you to kiss my cheeks, and you know I’on even like your kind.” Callie Jenkins smiled as she walked into Saadiq’s outstretched arms as they embraced.
“Shit, don’t I know it,” He chuckled as he kissed her on the forehead. “Ya feisty, blunt ass is a trip. How was your drive into town?” Saadiq asked as he released her and held the door open for her as they headed inside.
“Smooth and quick. I don't usually have too many issues driving from Ohio to Michigan. You’re just lucky as shit that you caught me on a weekend that I had business in Detroit. Well, most of this week, actually, and then I’ll be back and forth the next few months. I’d do anything for you, but business has been banging lately, and you know I’ve waited forever for the shit to finally pop off.”
“Yeah, I know, and I’m happy for you and proud of you. Ya hardworking, talented ass deserves all the blessings coming your way,” He praised his friend as he walked her through another door and out into the lobby. “Don’t forget to let me know asap when you get a date for your art exhibit. So I can make sure I’m there.”
“Thanks, Sid, definitely. Now tell me,” She put her hands on her hips. “What’s your vision for the interior and exterior walls of this beautiful space?” Callie asked as she glanced around the lobby.
