Page 50 of Sweetest Temptation
“No, you not. It’s all good. I’m about to teach you some discipline.” I gritted the words through my teeth.
Zanova started throwing her ass back, matching my pace. I loved that shit. She tried covering her screams in the pillow, but I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her head back.
“Nah, don’t be shy now. I want to hear how good I’m beating this shit up.”
Sweat was dripping down my face onto her back as I stared at the pretty cupcake tattooed on her lower back. I was tryingto hold my nut, but Zanova had the type of pussy that could turn a nigga into a minute man, but I wasn’t going out like that. Grabbing her hands, I held them behind her back while I drilled her box. Her shit kept gripping me, like it was taunting a nigga.
“Samirrrr!” she screamed my name. “What are you doing to me?” she cried out in ecstasy, all sexy and shit.
“Laying some good-ass pipe.” I chuckled. “Now, where you want this nut?”
“Inside me, baby! Come inside meee!” she yelled out, releasing all over my dick. That alone had me shooting my nut deep inside her.
“Oh my lord! That dick is the devil,” she groaned.
I released her hands, and she fell onto the bed, breathing like she’d run a marathon.
I laughed, standing up. “Come on. Take a shower with me, love.” I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom.
“You are so strong.” She giggled, eyes low, still sporting that after-sex glow.
After we got cleaned up, we got back into my bed, not even worried about clothes.
“What’s your idea of a perfect date?”
She lifted her head off my chest and looked at me. “Why? Are you trying to take me out on a date, Mr. Carter?”
“Maybe. Now answer the question, woman.”
“I don’t know…” She shrugged, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest. “My ex-husband and I met young. He would take me out on some dates, nothing too extravagant. When we got married, he got caught up in his dad’s business, and I was hustling to get my bakery off the ground. Somewhere along the way, dates stopped being a thing… just responsibilities and deadlines.”
I listened, keeping quiet, letting her spill a little of herself. The way she spoke wasn’t bitter. Her words felt honest, tingedwith a softness that made my chest tighten. She’d been through some shit and still carried herself like a queen. That alone made me want to show her how different things could be.
“You deserve better than that, baby. You deserve somebody who actually shows up. Who makes time… Who pays attention…”
Her lips curved into a short, teasing smirk, but there was something in her eyes, a glimmer of hope she didn’t even realize she had. “And you think that’s you, huh?”
I shrugged, letting a slow grin spread across my face. “I don’t think so—I know it is. But if you don’t believe me yet, maybe I’ll just have to prove it.”
“Prove it, huh? You better not be all talk, Mr. Carter.”
“Talk? Nah, I don’t show shit but facts. Actions speak louder than words, remember?”
She laughed, soft and melodic, climbing into my lap and sitting her warm pussy on my dick. My eyes took in her naked frame, from her plumped titties down to her stomach that had a bit of a pudge. Zanova may be a thicker woman, but she carried it well.
“I hope so because I have trust issues, Samir. Can you love me through what I still feel?”
I reached out, sliding my hand along her jaw, my thumb brushing her bottom lip. “Yeah, I can,” I said, my voice low but certain. “I ain’t here to rush you or fix what I didn’t break. I just want to be the man who stands beside you while you figure it out. Whatever you still feel, whatever you still fighting… I’ll love you through it. I’m here to do whatever it takes to make you see I ain’t no fuck nigga. I want to take you on dates, dinners, late-night drives, whatever you want.”
Her eyes glinted, playful but cautious. “And what if I don’t fall for it?”
I sat up, taking her left nipple into my mouth. “Baby, not only will you fall, you’ll feel it in ways you didn’t think you could. Every laugh, every fucking look, every touch… I’ll make sure you never forget it or me.” I squeezed both of her breasts together and simultaneously showed them both some attention.
“Mmm,” she moaned. “Your trouble, you know that? I shouldn’t be here with you like this, Samir. I don't know much about you, besides what I read on the internet.”
“My name is Samir Carter. I’m twenty-nine. I graduated from Penn State University with my master’s in business. My father passed away some years back. My mother is my queen. I have a sister who’s my assistant, and a two-year-old niece who’s got me wrapped around her finger. Oh, can’t forget my grandmother, who is obsessed with your cookies. Anything else you need to know, we will work that out as we go.”
With that, I lined her pussy up with my dick and eased her all the way down until she was full.
