Page 64 of Sweetest Temptation
Watching her get lost in something that I did for her did something to me. And right then, with her laughing softly and mouthing the lines, I realized there wasn’t anywhere else I’d rather be.
An hour into the movie, a nigga dozed off. A nigga was calling the hogs when I felt Zanova’s soft-ass hands pull my dick out of my sweat shorts. I didn’t open my eyes because I wanted to see what her next move was going to be. I got my answer when her hand slid up and down my shaft before I felt her wet, warm mouth take the head into her mouth. She moaned as she sucked my whole dick to the back of her throat.
I opened my eyes to hers staring up at me with those big brown orbs, her thick lips stretching to accommodate my thickness. My breathing picked up, and I grunted, seeing her saliva coating my dick.
“Damn, it’s like that, Nova baby?” My head dropped back as I palmed the back hers. “Shit!” I guided her head to the pace I needed her to go.
“Move your hand, Samir. I don’t need any help.”
I did as I was told, placing my hands flat on either side of me. I don’t know where this side of Zanova came from, but damn, I was loving it. The confidence in her eyes and the way she took my dick down her throat with ease had me speechless.
She looked up at me through her lashes, a little smirk playing on her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. My pulse pounded in my ears, every nerve alive. She had me on edge, and she knew it. When she finally pulled back, her voice came out low and husky, teasing but full of heat.
“You good?” she asked. All I could do was nod, because the truth was, she had me gone.
She pulled me out of her mouth, spit on the head of my dick before deep-throating me again, holding it in the back of her throat. She gagged a bit but didn’t stop. That alone had me ready to bust down her throat.
“Shit, Nova baby, I’m about to nut!” I gritted.
Just as I felt myself about to let loose, Zanova climbed onto my lap, moved her panties to the side, and eased her warm pussy halfway down my dick.
“Mmmm, Samir… I love how your dick feels inside of me, baby. Ahh, it’s so big,” she moaned, digging her nails into my shoulders as she rode me like a porn star. Hearing her praises only made my dick grow harder.
“And you take this motherfucka so well, Nova baby. Can you take some more for me? Go all the way down, you can do it, love,” I coached her, talking her through it. She did as I asked, taking more of me, a few inches at a time. “There you go, baby. Shit! This pussy was made for me.” I dropped my head back, enjoying how her pussy sucked me in like it was welcoming me home.
Zanova gripped the back of my shirt and whispered in my ear, “Well, let me properly welcome you through the pearly gates, baby.” She purred, her words turning a nigga on.
She got on the tip of her toes and began slamming down on my lap over and over, her juices was wetting us both up. I knew anyone walking past my truck knew what was going down because the truck was rocking, and I ain’t give two fucks.
I pulled her to me and slipped my tongue in her mouth. All you could hear was the movie playing from the small speaker, skin slapping throughout my truck, and her beautiful ass calling out my name like she loved a nigga. The way she was moving, I knew she was about to come, and I was right behind her.Zanova's eyes rolled as she released a guttural moan and rained her juices down on me.
“Fuck!” I grunted, spraying her walls with my seed.
We sat there, trying to catch our breath. Neither of us spoke at first. Then Zanova finally looked up at me, her eyes soft but unreadable, and I swear something inside me shifted. My hand came up, brushing her cheek, and she leaned into it without saying a word.
“You really got a hold on me, you know that?” I told her, my voice rougher than I meant it to be. “I’m falling for you, Ms. Pierce. I don’t know when it happened, but I know that I want it to progress.”
Her eyes flickered, and that confident, teasing spark dimmed. “Samir, I’m falling for you as well, but?—”
“No buts,” I said quietly, my thumb brushing at the tear that slipped from her eyes. “I know it’s hard for you to let me in after what you’ve been through with a fuck nigga that made you believe forever meant something, just for him to throw it away. I get it, Zanova. More than you think… I’ve been there,” I admitted. “I gave my heart to someone who swore she loved me. Built plans, made sacrifices, all that shit. Then one day, I found out I was the only one still fighting for us.” I let out a dry chuckle. “That kind of betrayal sticks with you. Makes you question everybody who comes after. But I’m not him, and you’re not her. I don’t want to repeat what broke us. I want to build something that heals us. Let’s give ourselves a shot at doing it right this time.”
She didn’t answer, just nodded faintly and leaned her head against my shoulder. And in that quiet response, I knew she heard me—not just with her ears, but with the part of her heart that was finally starting to open again.
“All right. But please don’t hurt me, Samir. One chance, that’s all I’m giving.”
“That’s all I need, love.”
Hearing her agree to give us a fair chance had me getting hard all over again. After getting another round in, we cleaned up and left the drive-in.
When I pulled up to Zanova’s high-rise, I parked and cut the engine. I hopped out, walked around to her side, and opened the door for her. She smiled that soft, tired smile that always got me and slipped her hand into mine as we headed toward the entrance.
The second those lobby doors slid open, I spotted two uniformed officers standing near the front desk, talking quietly with the concierge. Then one of the officers turned, and I caught the way the concierge pointed straight at Zanova. My whole body tensed. Not in a scary way, but in a way that I could feel something was off.
The taller of the two officers approached us, posture stiff but polite. “Excuse me, ma’am,” he said, eyes locked on Zanova. “Are you Ms. Zanova Pierce?”
Zanova froze beside me, confusion flickering across her face. “Yes… I am. Is there a problem?”
He glanced at his partner, then back at her. “Yes. There was an incident that happened at your bakery on Maple Avenue. There was a fire...”
