Page 5 of Love & Vendettas
“What can I do for you, my Queen?”
“I need nothing except for a good night’s sleep and for me to wake up in the morning with your face buried in this pussy. But if you don’t want to talk about what’s bothering you, I’m gonna go in here and get some sleep. It’d be nice to have you curled around me.”
“I can do that,” he agrees, letting me tug him behind me.
We lie in the bed, and I love the feel of his warm, hard body against mine. He’s naked, and I’m still wearing the white, satin nightgown.
My baby falls asleep before me, and I know that we’ll get good sleep tonight. All is well in the world as I drift off to sleep—until he wakes me at two in the morning with two words. A name that I haven’t heard in ages.
Essence Hamilton.
I sit up in bed, staring straight ahead.
What the fuck?
3 – BAYLEIGH – MY SCREAMS
“Mm,” I groan, slowly struggling to come awake.
The alarm clock hasn’t gone off, but Zaire has never needed an alarm clock. His body is in tune with the sun. Hell, his black ass wakes the sun every morning.
He’s the motherfucker who goes around and wakes up the roosters and tells them to get on the job.
“Zaire Bryshere Knight,” I moan.
“Shh, woman,” he whispers before he starts sucking my clitoris again.
“This is why we got a house where our bedroom suite takes up the entire floor. So, I can, ooohhh, fuckkkk,” I scream as he slides two fingers into my pussy as he sucks at my clitoris.
He knows that I’m a screamer. I have always been. That’s what got us caught when we were eighteen-years old in my parents’ house screwing. I have never been able to hold my screams in.
Zaire was the first and only man that I’ve ever been with. I gave my virginity to him, and he gave me the world.
My white nightgown is wrinkled and shoved up around my hips. I have no idea how he managed to do that while I was sleeping, but he always knows how to get to what he wants.
My ass lifts slightly, but he works his hands underneath them to lift me higher. I pump my hips up and down as his tongue glides expertly through my slit, pleasuring me the way he does so well.
That’s another thing about my baby. He truly gives me whatever I want and need. Last night, I told him that the onlything that I needed was to wake up with his face buried in my pussy, and that’s exactly how I woke up.
I finger my clit as he drives his tongue inside of my slit. Zaire’s eyes are on me, and he winks at me. My goodness, this man still has my heart after thirty years of being together.
I honestly have no reason to cheat or mess with anyone else. Even if Zaire were a cheating ass, which he isn’t, I would have no reason to do anything because he takes good care of me physically, emotionally, financially, spiritually, and sexually. This man is everything that I need and so much more.
He’s a far cry from the broken sixteen-year-old boy that I met in school back then, but it doesn’t matter. Some elements of who he is have never changed, like his desire to protect someone.
He had that instinct for his siblings first and then for me. In later years, that same protective instinct was extended to our children, and he’s always been that way with his team.
Zaire hums as his head moves from side to side rapidly. It’s getting good to him, but I’m about to cum, and there’s nothing that I can do to stop it.
He presses one hand on my belly and sucks deep and hard before he starts slurping.
“Ohhh, thank you, baby. Zaire.”
His arms wrap around my thighs as he spreads me wider. I know what he’s doing, and I’m helpless to stop him. He takes my legs and pushes them back and over my head. Slowly, he drags that long, thick tongue down to my ass and presses it there.
“So unfair,” I cry out.
That accusation doesn’t stop him. If anything, it encourages him to begin eating my ass, and it’s a wrap. I cum, and I’m screaming at the top of my lungs as if someone is trying to murder me. That’s what I get for reminding him that this is the reason we bought this house, with not only the entire thirdfloor housing our suite but also ensuring the boys’ suites are on the other side of the house on the first floor.
