Page 4 of Love & Vendettas
“No, just waiting for you,” he declares tiredly.
“I didn’t hear you come in.”
“The shower was going when I walked in. Zaccai said that you two just got home an hour before I did. I figured you were tired, so I decided to let you relax first.”
“First? As in, something is happening?”
Zaire sighs. “When isn’t there?” he asks, kissing my lips.
“What’s going on, baby?” I ask, unbuttoning his shirt.
Zaire sits up and lets me remove his shirt. I move on to unbutton his pants and belt before he stands so that I can shove them down.
“I don’t want to talk about it, Bay.”
“You need to. You already know that if you don’t, you’ll be talking about it in your sleep.”
Every now and then, he has these dreams where he gets so frustrated, he says little phrases related to what he’s holding inside. He tosses and turns throughout the night and then wakes up the next morning tired and grumpy.
“You’re right. Let me take a shower first.”
“Okay. I’ll head down to the kitchen and fix you something to eat.”
“No need. Our meeting was catered tonight,” Zaire professes, slipping out of his underwear and heading into the bathroom.
“Okay, I’ll be here waiting.”
Zaire nods and disappears. I grab my iPad and look over my schedule for tomorrow. I have an appointment with a client, and we’ll be meeting at the flooring store that I use. I send several email reminders about upcoming appointments and orders that I have placed.
After I send email reminders about those, I respond to a few of my emails before I hear him wrapping up his shower. Getting out of bed, I head back into the bathroom, where I’m waiting when he steps out of the shower.
I grab his towel from the towel warmer and dry his body off. His sighs are repetitive, and I know that something is bothering him badly.
I toss the towel into the hamper and drop to my knees in front of him. Taking his length into my hands, I wrap my lips around Zaire’s dick and suck him to the back of my throat.
“Ohh, fuck. Yes, my Queen. This is what I needed . . . ahhh shit,” he moans.
I’m pleased at the way that his arousal grows harder and thicker in my mouth and hands. Zaire’s hands go up to my head, removing my towel from my hair. Slowly, he pumps into my mouth.
“Aww, fuck, Bay. Yes, baby, yes,” he grunts in that deep, growly voice that I love.
My hands move from his length to cup his ass. I squeeze and moan at the feeling of his tight, muscular ass flexing against my palms.
The more that I suck Zaire’s meat, the more that I feel the tension easing out of him. It always feels good to know that I am my man’s peace and protection from the world. When he comes here to his castle, this is his fortress from all the attacks outside. Our home is his safe space where he doesn’t have to worry about shit. My arms are where happiness, peace, and love reside.
I take care of my man because he rocks hard for me. We’ve been down since day one when he was sixteen and struggling with life and the shit that had happened to his family.
So, I have no problem kneeling in front of him right now, sucking the shit out of his dick until he can’t remember his name. Yeah, I’m that woman that has him speaking in tongues and will make sure he doesn’t look at another bitch sideways or even fantasize about one.
Yes, he owns a strip club, but those bitches can’t do shit for him. Not like I can. And it’s not just about the sex either. I’m that woman who has plenty to bring to the table. I built him into the man that he is today, and he appreciates me for it. He shows me daily how grateful he is to have me by his side. And I don’t mind doing the same.
“Ohh, Bayleigh,” he groans again, and I pull him out of my mouth to suck on his nuts.
Zaire’s toes curl, and his hands fist into my hair, pulling so hard that my eyes sting. But I don’t stop because I want him to remember that he’s home and that whatever that world has out there for him can’t touch him behind these walls.
I shove him back into my mouth again and take him all the way down, picking up speed and using the spit and my hands to work him over, jerking him until he is shooting hot sheets of cum down my throat.
When I finish, I stand, open my mouth, and let him see me swallow. He smacks my ass.
