Page 76 of Sweetest Temptation
“Man, I’m good as fuck, love. Time means nothing when love is in play. I got you and my baby. I don’t run from shit that’s mine. And now I got two reasons to go even harder.” He kissed my lips. “Now, let’s see about my baby, and then I have a surprise for you.”
Dr. Peters did an internal ultrasound, and I was measuring six weeks. She stated everything looked fine, and the timeline matched up with my previous period, with the spotting being the pregnancy, not my most recent thought-to-be period. I was still in shock, praying that this wasn’t a dream.
Three Weeks Later
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt wasn’t the sunlight sneaking through Zanova’s bedroom window; it was her soft lips. She kissed me like she was testing to see if I was real, like maybe she’d dreamt me up during the night and needed proof I was still here.
For a second, I didn’t move. I let myself feel the warmth of her breath, the faint taste of mint, and the scent of her vanilla body wash that still lingered on the sheets. My hand found her waist and pulled her closer into my side. Before my brain even caught up, my thumb started tracing lazy circles against her bare skin.
“Morning,” she whispered, her lips brushing mine again.
“Damn…” I groaned, my voice rough from sleep. “That’s how we are doing it now, Ms. Pierce?” I gripped her ass.
She smiled that little half-smirk that always got to me. “Are you complaining, Mr. Carter?”
It’d been three weeks since finding out that I was going to be a father. What made that shit hit even sweeter was that it was Zanova who bore my child. The woman who stole my heart, without even trying, was carrying my legacy. Every time I thought about it, my chest got tight in a way I couldn’t explain. Out of all the women I’d crossed paths with or entertained since my divorce, she was the only one who ever made me want to slow down and do right. And now, she is having my baby.
It still blew my mind just thinking about it. I’d catch myself zoning out, picturing her belly growing and imagining myself holding a little version of us in my arms. I wasn’t the type to get soft, but this was different.
“Not even a little bit,” I said, pulling her closer until she was straddling me.
The sheet slid from her naked frame, and the morning light hit her just right, her skin glowing like the sun had a personal thing for her. For a moment, we just looked at each other. No words. Just that quiet kind of peace that I only got when I was with her.
She ran her fingers through my beard, breaking me from my thoughts, eyes soft and steady. “You good, baby? You zoned out on me.”
“Yeah,” I admitted, but the look in her eyes told me she didn’t believe me.
Her smile faded into something gentler, something deeper. “You okay withit? With… all of this?”
I reached up, cupping her face, my thumb brushing her bottom lip. “More than okay. I’m good, Nova baby. I was just thinking how my whole world has shifted since meeting you. And I mean that in a good way. You gave me something I didn’teven know I needed. You… and my baby.” I placed my hand on her stomach and smiled. I couldn’t wait to see her belly swollen.
Her eyes glistened, and she leaned down, kissing me slowly. Zanova tasted sweet as honey: warm, soft, and addictive. The kind of sweetness that hits slow at first, then lingers long after the kiss is broken. Every time our lips met, I swear I got pulled in deeper, like her taste carried a promise I didn’t even know I’d been craving. She was my sweetest temptation wrapped in peace and danger, dressed in silk. I couldn’t get enough. This kiss told me everything I needed to know.
When she pulled back, she rested her forehead against mine. “I’ve fallen for you, Mr. Carter,” she whispered.
“Good. Because I’m going to catch you, love. Every fuckin’ time.” I smiled, placing her on her stomach, lifting her ass in the air, then positioned myself between her legs.
She groaned. “No, Samir! We are going to be late for lunch with my parents.”
“I’ll make it quick.”
Since we were both naked, there was no barrier between us, so I was able to slide into her warm walls. She was already wet. As always, her pussy sucked me in like it missed me. We both moaned from the intrusion.
“You are not right… Shit! Fuck me harder, baby!” She threw her ass back, and I caught it.
Hearing her voice laced with so much pleasure, I drilled her long and deep. Her shit was crazy wet, and I couldn’t help but pull out to get a taste of her cream. Spreading her ass cheeks apart, I dove in. I started from her asshole, circling my tongue around her forbidden hole before taking her clit into my mouth. Grunting, as her sweet essence hit my palate, I made sure not to miss a drop.
“Mmm! You are so nasty, Samir! I love it!” she cried out.
“Mhm,” I mumbled between slurping on her shit. “And I love you. Now come for me, love.” I slipped my thumb in her pussy as I went back to sucking on her clit.
“S-shit! Samir! I’m about to commmmmme!” she screamed.
Giving her pussy one last lick, I sat up and thrust my dick inside of her as she came hard as fuck. I waited until she came down off her high and slapped her on the ass. I dropped back on the bed and placed my hands behind my head. My dick was covered with her cream.
“Come clean me up, ride this nut out of me, and then we can shower.”
Smirking, Zanova crawled over to me and sat on my knees. With no hands, she took my dick in her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down at a fast pace. The view of her mouth stretching to accommodate me, and her saliva coating my dick, had a nigga’s toes popping.
