Saturday - 11:25 am
The Estate
Zac's Mansion - Masters Bedroom
As the sun reached its midday zenith, it filtered into the room through the small gap where the curtains met, casting a gentle glow on Fatima's face.
After their night of passion, Fatima had released so much that her limbs became numb. Zac cleaned her up with a warm towel and dressed her in one of his shirts. He then carried her to the couch and went ahead to change the sheets tainted by their orgasms. Once he carried her back to the bed, she could barely keep her eyes open and eventually passed out cuddled in Zac's arms.
Fatima slowly opened her eyes, lazily stretching her body. However, the pain in her pelvic area brought an immediate halt, a vivid reminder of the passionate night she had experienced. A smile graced her lips as she reminisced about being soaked in sweet passion and the thorough attention every part of her body received.
Getting up from the bed, she became aware of the soreness in her legs, a clear testament to Zac's prowess in bed. She headed to the bathroom and she indulged in a long, warm bath. Afterwards, she embarked on a quest to find Zac within the vast expanse of his mansion.
"Damn!" Fatima thought to herself as she entered the kitchen, she observed Zac, shirtless and clad only in black sweatpants, engrossed in a phone call as he skillfully plated the final pancake from the sizzling pan.
Zac turned around, approaching the fridge when he saw Fatima staring at him, "just send it all to my email and I'll look into it, I've got to go now...yeah Bye," he hurriedly spoke into the phone with his eyes on Fatima, a blend of contentment and admiration.
"A sight for sore eyes," he grinned, reaching out for her, his hands wrapped around her waist as he planted a kiss on her forehead, both sides of her cheeks, the bridge of her nose and finally her lips, lingering a bit longer savouring the connection. Charmed by the attention, she blushed and remarked, "A sight for sore legs."
"Ouhh, see whose comeback game is getting better. Good morning Baby girl," Zac smirked as he rubbed her backside in circles. "They really are sore but seeing you just makes it worth it." Fatima wrapped her hands around his neck rising on her toes to give him a quick kiss on his lips, "Good morning Zaddy."
"You're coming in strong I see, I like that. I thought you weren't going to wake up."
"I was exhausted. You raised the bar pretty high last night," Fatima shyly whispered.
"I am the bar, Baby. Why is there even one? You're stuck with me."
"There you go again," she brushed her hand on his print, "Mr. cocky," planting a kiss on his chest.
Zac was hypnotized by her beauty, he couldn't believe she was his, he wanted to have her again even if he knew she was sore and at the same time not want to hurt her but he was selfish with her. She kept him addicted. Fatima looked at him searching his eyes as he spoke to her with his, the sexual tension as thick as the wood he had in his pants.
Using his finger, he gently tilted her chin upward, bringing his lips to meet hers in a slow and sensual kiss. Their kiss visiting memories of the passion they had last night, he scooped her up, positioning her in a straddle as her legs naturally wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck, walking them to the dining area.
"Let me show you how a proper meal is eaten on the table," Zac spoke in between their kisses as he placed her on the dining table. She looked at him with lust in her eyes as she bit her bottom lip.
Zac traced his tongue from the base of her neck up to her chin, giving it a gentle nibble. "You've captivated me completely," he breathed.
"Uhm," Fatima moaned out in anticipation, his lips met with hers again as their kiss became aggressive and their hungry bodies in control. His hands roamed her body unable to get enough of her. He squeezed her boobs and sucked on her hard nipples through the shirt she wore, slightly biting it just enough to send her core all the messages it needed to receive. Giving the left nipple more attention as he discovered that was the more sensitive one.
Zac pulled the chair next to him to sit on it, positioning himself in front of his most desired meal. He pulled the chair forward and leaned in, burying himself in between her thighs as he focused on savouring every moment of his anticipated delight. He pulled her to the edge of the table, spreading her legs to an extreme extent as he began feeding the desires of her inner thighs giving them love bites.
Just like he loved it, she wasn't wearing anything underneath, "Ah shit!" Fatima cursed when his tongue lapped her folds, his tongue finding its way to her entrance. The tip of his tongue teased her clit switching in between side-to-side motion and up and down. She arched her back deeper at the sweetness she felt, his tongue was making love to her center as it gained intensity and speed. She threw her head back in ecstasy drowning in pleasure as she squeezed her eyes shut rocking her core on his tongue with her hands tightly holding the edge of the marble dining table.
"Look at me," he brushed his tongue on her clit, "watch me eat," he coached. Zac's tongue pushed as far as it could inside of her, flicking and vibrating his tongue in her. Fatima grabbed his head pushing further into him, as her orgasm built. Using every trick and skill he had in his book, he escalated her pleasure. Licking, sucking, nibbling and kissing her heat.
"I'm cumminggg," she dragged breathlessly, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, as her mouth opened in a soundless moan. He ate her like a greedy hungry man, burying his head deeper and deeper like it was the meal that would give him access to everlasting life as he moaned into her walls. He was determined to fulfill her every need.
"Blackkkk," Fatima slapped the table with her hand tapping out from the immense pleasure that shattered her. Her pussy heavily breathing as her body went stiff just before her orgasm wrecked her. Zac wasted no time licking up all her juices. He stood up and brought his lips to hers, making her taste herself. "You taste divine, Baby girl," Zac complimented causing her to blush. They remained in that position taking in all the beautiful energy that was released, forehead to forehead, while they breathed in each other, eventually, Zac pulled back admiring his woman.
Fatima shook her head while observing the man before her, realizing that this was about to be her reality; experiencing multiple orgasms frequently. Zac made her feel confident in her body. She knew she hadn't been fond of sex but she found herself becoming a different person under his influence.
"Are you okay?" Zac asked seeing her lost in her thoughts, his hands encircling her waist, standing in between her legs trying to read her. She swallowed hard realizing the pit she was slowly digging for herself, knowing this was all a sham. She felt the need to reciprocate how he just pleased her, she nodded a yes responding to his question as she slid from the dining, squatting while her hands went to his sweat pants. He picked her up, "What are you doing?" he asked her. "Reciprocating," she answered.
"Aht Aht, this is just for you baby. You fed me already, let me feed you," he kissed her lips, "let me reheat...should I say breakfast or lunch?" They both laughed. He pulled out a chair for her, making sure she sat comfortably before disappearing to the kitchen to reheat the meal he made earlier.
Zac walked back into the dining area carrying a large tray loaded with pancakes, omelet, bacon, greek yogurt, maple syrup, berries and a pitcher of orange juice.
"I made it just how you like it, gorgeous," Zac sang placing the tray on the dining table in front of her. "Zacharyyyy," she dragged in disbelief, "No, you didn't make it."
Zac pulled the chair next to her sitting on it, "Of course I did." He poured the juice from the pitcher into a glass for her. He watched Fatima savouring her meal while he enjoyed his orange juice. Observing her appreciate every bite, he couldn't help but smile. Once she finished eating, she offered a nice compliment, expressing her appreciation with the last bite still in her mouth.
"You keep surprising me, I didn't see you as one that even knew his way around the kitchen, who would have thought the Almighty Zachary Taylor made his breakfast?"
Zac laughs, "Mama Faye, would flog my ass if I was just a lazy one, fully depending on maids, I was raised better."
"Mama Faye?" Fatima asked, taken aback. She had never heard that name before, none of the information provided about him mentioned anyone with that name.
"Yeah, she raised me. I can't wait for you to meet her."
Fatima saw the excitement in his eyes when he talked about Mama Faye, "seems like she means a lot to you." "Truthfully?" he asks, settling into the chair with interlocked fingers, "She's my favourite person in the world. I wouldn't be the man I am today without her." Lost in contemplation, he added, "If my biological Mom wasn't in my life, Mama Faye would be the Mom I never had. Nevertheless, she's the mom I needed mine to be."
Zac looked at Fatima, not believing what he had just told her. She consistently found a way to make him vulnerable leaving him feeling exposed and scared. Scared because he's never felt this safe with any girl before.
This level of openness was new to him, as he never experienced it with any other girl. Among all the girls he had ever been with, Connie (her) was the only one who knew about and had met Mama Faye.
"I'm sorry to hear that, Zachary. Looking at your family from the outside, your Mom does seem like the best." He huffed, "It's never as it seems, my Mom acts better than any actress you know. How about yours? You never talk about your Mom."
Fatima stared blankly at him, she didn't know how to tell him she never talked about her Mom because his family denied her of experiencing one. She inhaled deeply, "That's cause I never experienced one, I think she was there till I was a toddler but I can't remember."
"Did she leave?" Zac asked confused. She cleared her throat biting her bottom lip to stop the tears from forming, "She passed on."
"I'm so sorry about that," he expressed, taking her hand into his own. "Well, I guess you're lucky. I wish I had a Mama Faye who became the mother I never had the opportunity to know." Fatima wiped the tears that escaped from her eyes. "Can we please not talk about it anymore?" she asked. Zac pushed his chair backward, bringing her to sit on his lap, "I promise not to bring it up again unless you decide to."
"Thank you," Fatima uttered, wrapping her arms around his neck, "how come I hardly ever see anyone in here compared to how many staff I see when I get in the Estate? "
"I love my privacy, and this is the only safe space where I can escape from the outside world. The staff just come in here to do their jobs or when requested and that's the extent of their presence. The only ones who are here most of the time are Mama Faye, Omar, and Kaz, of course."
"That explains why you're so comfortable doing inappropriate things around here," Fatima raised her eyebrow hinting at their moment at the pool and earlier. Zac caught on and couldn't stop laughing.
He kissed her shoulder blade, "So what would you like us to do today? We have from now till it's time to go to the club." She brought her finger to her cheek acting like she was thinking about it, "You have to promise me that you'll do it first before I tell you." "Fatima," Zac shook his head knowing it would be something he shouldn't agree to. "Oh, so now I'm Fatima?" She tilted her head looking at him like she dared him to say the wrong thing. "Okay, Baby girl, it's whatever you want."
She smiled, eager to ask for something he had denied showing her the previous week. "Show me what's in the room at the end of the hallway," she smirked.
Zac looked into her eyes, not sure of the reaction he'd get from her once he showed it to her, "Okay."
Her eyes widened in shock, and she asked again to be sure, "Okay?" He smiled briefly, then said, "Let's go."
Zac and Fatima walked to the other end of the house, then got to the door and Zac gave her the passcode to the door. She punched it in and the door opened, they both walked in and Fatima's mouth dropped when she realized what the room was.
"Damn! Zaddy, you're a whole freak out here!" Fatima said, taking a good view of the room. It was a sex room filled with sex toys, a bed, chains, handcuffs and whips. "Was this the cuffs you planned to use on me? when you said you'd put me in your type of handcuffs if I ran away again on our second date?"
"So you remember that?" Zac asked, impressed that she hardly forgot anything.
Fatima nodded and went around the room taking it all in. Surprisingly, she was intrigued by what she saw, this man had a way of bringing out a dirty and nasty side of her she never knew existed. She picked up the whip looking at Zac as she seductively smiled at him, "So how would you use this on me, Mr Black?"
Zac shook his head as he pictured the many unholy things he could do to her in the room, "common, you ain't ready for all that." Zac picked her up by her thighs carrying her out of the room. They spent the rest of the day talking, napping, eating and watching their favourite movies. Fatima also asked Zac about the shooting the previous night at the event and the only response he gave her was, "Don't worry about it. It's been handled."
Club Attack Plus - 11:05 pm
Fatima and Zac arrived at the club over an hour ago and they had spent the time partying in each other's skin. Zac couldn't keep his eyes off her, she looked sexy dressed in a short brown dress.
Fortunately, they were in the VIP section, otherwise, with all the public display of attention they were having, their pictures would have been plastered all over the blogs the next day. Fatima invited Danni over and she got there just a few minutes ago. Zac left them to have their girl time while he attended to business.
"Danni he is a horse!" Fatima exclaimed as she referred to Zac.
"Are you complaining?" Danni laughed at her.
"Oh nope nope. This Nigga had his finger and mine inside of me at the same time, he did it the first time but I thought I was too drunk in the act to be sure it was what I was thinking. Danni, he put some mileage in. I might need that throat game recipe..."
"Ouhhh not him turning you into something else. I thought you didn't suck dick miss ma'am. Fatima, what's gotten into you?" Danni asked, watching as her best friend rambled.
"I'm surprised myself, it's something about him Danni, he's addictive. And you know I didn't do all that cause Ian never gave me heads so I had to hold something back, but Zac... he's giving too much than I need."
"That's not good Fatima."
"Danni..."
"Fatima, if it's just the sex and all that attention then maybe yes, enjoy it while it lasts, but if your emotions are involved, then no, you've gotta hurry this shit up and from where I stand, you're looking different."
She looks at Danni for a second speechless before defensively saying, "It has to be the sex, Danni."
"I hope so."
"Just what if the final puzzle missing, says the Taylors aren't involved in my parents' death?"
"Ti, just focus, you can not afford to be carried away."
"It's gonna be hard cause he speaks my language D, he speaks to my soul."
Danni assessed her friend, she knew Fatima too well and from what she could see, Zachary was going to be a threat. As she looked at Fatima, she noticed someone that looked familiar and she tilted her head to get a better view. When her eyes finally focused, she recognized Kaz enjoying a drink and a flirtatious exchange with a girl seated on his lap. Fatima saw that her friend's attention had shifted so she traced the direction of Danni's eyes to find out the focus of her interest.
"You good?" Fatima asked, causing Danni to scoff in disbelief, "Of course. Fatima, the nigga and I are just having fun, it's nothing serious," Danni responded. "If you say so," Fatima shrugged, shaking her head. Danni's ability to separate her emotions from sex was a skill Fatima couldn't comprehend.
Kaz enjoyed the attention of the girl seated on his lap. As he lifted his head from the nape of her neck, where he had been planting kisses, his gaze unexpectedly locked with Danni's making him feel instantly awkward. He entertained the thought of aiming his tennis ball at Zac's forehead for failing to inform him that Danni would be present. He politely excused the girl from his lap before approaching Danni and Fatima, who had diverted their gaze the moment his eyes connected with theirs.
"Hi forbidden fruit," he spoke to Danni in a low tone with caution, not knowing what to expect even if he didn't need to feel that way.
"Hi Exotic King," Danni smiled at him as she crossed her legs to stop her core from the greedy thirst it was pulsing. She could see in his eyes that he expected a different reaction from her, but she wasn't that girl. She would show no jealousy to anyone who was just a sneaky link.
Kaz joined them at their table, sitting closer to Danni, "Uh...now he doesn't remember me anymore," Fatima said to Kaz watching him give all of his attention to Danni and barely acknowledging her. The three of them talked for a little while, laughing and throwing banters before Fatima saw Zac looking at her from a table he sat with some highly influential-looking men.
Zac was mesmerized by her beauty, the more time he spent with her and the more he got to know her, she became more special to him. He was loving how well they explored the connection they had.
Fatima felt goosebumps on her body as Zac looked at her like she was the only one in the room, even with all the ladies having their eyes on him, she was the only one he saw. His eyes spoke so many things at the same time and she could see her worth in his eyes - it was of great value. This man had so much impact on her, he commanded her very existence. As he brushed his beard, she saw his fingers, those same fingers that made her senseless, she wanted them inside her calling her orgasms. Fatima was pulled from her trance when Danni tapped her so they could dance to their favourite song that just came on. Work by Rihanna ft Drake.
Zac watched her dance and he was turned on, he couldn't bear it more. His dick was hard thinking the sexy woman in front of him was his and he wanted to remind himself of that. Zac excused himself from the table he was seated at and strolled to Fatima. He couldn't wait a minute longer so he held her hand and walked them to his office.
Kaz pulled Danni on his lap, "Enough of all that, Fruity. Stop showing these people all these moves, they don't deserve it."
"Who does?" She rolled her neck, "You?" and poked his chest with her middle finger.
Kaz shook his head. He didn't know if it was the alcohol influencing her or if this was the real Danni, and he wanted to get to know her more. "Let's have lunch tomorrow at Sparkz," he said, holding the side of her face and turning it towards him to capture her full attention.
"Are you buying out the restaurant or are we fucking on the table to entertain the people there?"
"What? Danni! Why do we have to be fucking on the table and not eating on it?"
"If we aren't fucking there, then why do we have to be there? We are..."
"So you can't go have lunch with your friend?"
"Friend? We aren't even friends. This isn't a friends-with-benefits situation. We are just fuck buddies."
"How can I be your friend then? I'd love to upgrade our status to friends with benefits. I want to learn about your likes and dislikes, your favourite things, and what gets you happy - excluding sex of course. I'm genuinely curious about getting to know Danni outside the bedroom. I already know who Fruity is, but I want to know Danni. Can we do that?"
"I hope this isn't what it smells like. Why do we have to know each other outside the bedroom, King? I don't want all that mushy stuff, and that's how feelings are birthed. I'm not doing all that."
"Far from it, Danni. I'm not all about that emotional stuff, I just want to get to know you more. If you agree to have lunch with me, I'd make it worth your while for dessert, and yes, I'd buy out the restaurant."
Danni giggled. Kaz was saying all the right things and pushing the right buttons. She winked at him before taking a shot of Tequila. After spending some time drinking together, and realizing that Fatima wasn't coming back anytime soon, Kaz decided to take her home.
Zac's Office
"Uhmm..." Fatima moaned into his mouth, as their tongue wrestled in hunger and desire. As Zac slowly unfastened his belt from his pants, a mischievous grin formed on his face. With a determined focus, he skillfully threaded the tail end of the belt through the buckle and tightened the loop so it was sized to Fatima's wrist, creating the first cuff then he looped the tail end of the belt back through the buckle to create a figure eight making two cuffs. He looped the tail around so that it encircled the first cuff, and poked the tail through the buckle then he pulled the tail up over the second cuff pushing it through the buckle to encircle the second cuff like he did with the first one.
He deepened their kiss to command all her attention to his lips as he stylishly took her arms passing them through each cuff. With a final adjustment, Zac pulled on the tail to tighten the cuffs to fit her wrist perfectly.
Fatima pulled back from him once she felt the grip on her wrist, her eyes widened at his smoothness.
This nigga is fast, I've got to watch him.
"You don't get to run away from me," Zac brushed his finger on her lips, "your mouth always gets you in trouble..."
"Zac..." Fatima whined seeing the mischief in his eyes.
"Aht aht, I want that same energy, the same one you had when you threatened at the party, in your own words 'keep pressing that button while I cum in front of all these men and they can see how pretty I look' You still remember that right?"
"Oh my God, I was just..."
"Naughty girls always get punished, Baby girl." Zac traced his pointer finger from her chest down to her stomach, he went behind her pressing his greedy hardness against her soft ass as he drew a map in her inner thighs pulling her dress upwards. "Shit," Fatima cursed feeling his fingers slide in her thong, teasing her clit. He dug his finger into her wet entrance and she squirmed in his hands, she wanted to touch him badly and the cuffs kept her tamed.
"Black, please__Let me touch you," Fatima pleaded out of breath, "uncuff me, please."
"You'd have to work for it baby, earn it, Blue." Zac whispered against the skin on her neck as he added another finger, he felt her walls pulsating, "Don't cum until I say so."
The thought of not knowing what this powerful man planned to do to her built up her anticipation and that was mind-blowing to Fatima, another side of her that had just been unlocked. Zac ripped her thong then bent her over his desk, and spread her legs apart with his leg, he could hear her breath as loud as her moans. Zac slapped her right cheek and it bounced causing a grin on his face, "Fuck!" Fatima whimpered. He slapped again, harder than the first time, and again. "I'm sorry," Fatima pleaded. The harder he went, the wetter she became.
Zac went on his knees burying his head in her, giving her the tongue fuck of her life. Fatima crazily looked for anything to grab but couldn't hold any, she desperately needed to let herself loose, his grip on her thigh gave her no chance to run, the vibration of his tongue inside her was sending her out of this world, and she was sure her body was about to explode and at that moment all she could do was beg for her release. "Mmm...I...I can't hold it in anymore," Fatima struggled to say, her voice evident of her desperation. In a swift motion, she felt herself pushed further into the desk and the tip of his length teasing her clit.
"You have the next ten seconds to cum, if not you'd have to wait till your next break," Zac said, his voice low and highly seductive. He pushed himself into her and in that same second, her pussy waterfalls pushed his dick out as she began squirting hard.
All the foreplay he had done to her had created a build-up, and even if he didn't grant her permission to cum, she surely couldn't have been able to hold it in. His dick in her pussy was her final straw. Zac immediately pushed himself back into her and started giving her slow, deep, meaningful strokes while his thumb was in her ass. Fatima's legs began shaking from the overload of pleasure he was suffocating her with, his length was fully buried in her slippery jelly.
Zac pulled her upper body to his chest as he wrapped his hand around her neck and whispered in her ear, "Nice warm up, Baby girl." Zac spoke with bass in his voice that sent goosebumps all over her body. How he managed to turn her on even while in the act was a mystery to her. Zac slowed down his strokes, intentionally feeling every spot in her insides with his dick.
"Don't you dare slow down," Fatima challenged him.
"I thought you couldn't take this dick, can you take more now?" Zac taunted. Fatima pulsed hard on his dick, knowing that would drive him crazy, "I see you want more than you can handle," Zac said with a devilish smile. He adjusted himself and drilled hard into her, sending her into a pleasuring trance. His thrusts were fast, hard, deep, rough and painfully satisfying.
Fatima was determined to take all of him, she wasn't sure if it was the influence of the alcohol or her wanting to be the best he ever had. He was destroying her insides with the devilish strokes he was giving her, but at the same time, it was giving her the pleasure she couldn't explain. She was pleasing the Almighty Zachary Taylor. The most unreachable bachelor was buried deep in her wall, going crazy in it. The most powerful man in the country was buried face-deep in her ass, minutes ago. His torturing strokes were sending her into a state of ecstasy, built with supernatural intoxication, filled with electrifying liquid.
Zac was bent on punishing her for the stunt she pulled at the party but the effect it had on him was hypnotic. The more he fought from being defeated, the harder he fell into her sexiness. As he gave her punishing strokes, he began to shake and stupidly thrust into her. Her soft ass bouncing on him didn't do him any justice. He wondered why she felt different from every other woman he ever fucked. He held her tighter as all the blood in his body gathered in his hardness and the only thing he felt was Fatima.
"Fuck! I love you, Fatima," Zac whispered and Fatima heard it clearly, her walls also heard it and it began dripping extra wet, her cream mixed in her juice and her pussy jumping pushed Zac to almost pass out from the sweetness. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he began shooting his seed inside her.
Once they regained their breathing, Fatima turned to Zac, looking him directly in the eyes, she raised her hands to his chest, "Untie me, now!" Fatima commanded.
Zac felt like he was under a spell and quickly loosed the belt from her wrist, he was still in shock from the hold he just realized she had on him. The words, 'I love you' just escaped from his mouth with no idea of where it came from. It was evident that this woman could ruin him. The more intimate they got, the harder he fell for her, the sweeter she became, the wetter her walls grew, the harder she gripped him, the better she took him and the softer she made him want to be for her.
"On the couch," Fatima pointed to the sofa in his office, "and these" she pointed at his shirt and pants, "off!" She cocked her head to the side showing her seriousness, "I want to see you naked," and Zac did as she asked.
This woman had different sides to her and the more she unfolded, the more he fell for her. And every time he looks into her eyes, especially the one that she's got after she gets satisfied, he loses himself in them.
Fatima seductively swayed her hips to the side as she walked to him taking off her dress, she knelt in front of him giving a little space for him to watch her. Fatima slid two fingers into her dripping pussy, fingering herself and keeping her eyes locked in with Zac's. Her other hand squeezes her left boobs and her bottom lip between her teeth.
Zac was turned on by her dominance, watching her play with herself was one thing that got him going, he watched as she lifted her head higher and he guessed she was reaching her climax, he watched as her arousal dripped down her legs.
Once Fatima felt extremely wet, she scooped some of her juice with her fingers and got closer to Zac, she coated his dick with her juice and gave it a hand massage. Fatima used the tip of her tongue to lick from the shaft of his erection to his tip, tasting herself on him and the pre cum that licked from him.
"Damn it!" Zac groaned, his life flashed before his eyes when her mouth took all of him and her eyes still pierced on his. Fatima licked him like a lollipop, she focused on his tip while her hand attended to the rest of his hardness. Zac held her head and began fucking her mouth and in less than three minutes he was releasing in her mouth.
Fatima mounted on him in a straddle position, "Ah shit!" Zac cursed as she sank on his member while her right hand grabbed his throat and her left hand rested on the back of his head.
She attacked his lips, dragging out his soul through their kiss. Fatima bounced on his erection like it was a challenge, driving Zac wild. Not being able to control himself anymore, he began stroking her from the bottom, "Uhhh....fuck...ffffucckk...." Fatima moaned out of breath as her walls pulsed and she came hard!
Zac held her stable as he began filling her up deep, giving her sensual strokes.
Zac observed her eyes and how sultry they looked, her hair sitting pretty on those shoulders he loved so much.
Her love face looked as beautiful as art, "You're so beautiful, Baby," Zac whispered to her, causing her grip to tighten around his neck, "You're so sexy," her legs got wider, "You feel so good," her stomach tightened, "I love doing dirty things to you," her legs began to shake, "I love how soft and warm your insides are," her pussy began dripping as her walls squeezed his dick, giving it no room to breathe, "You are mine," Zac finally said and her orgasm came like it was meant to crash her existence. The effect of her orgasm caused him to bury deeper inside her shooting his seeds."
Fatima was overwhelmed and over satisfied, she found herself getting deeper into this mess she created for herself. He was powerful, intimidating and loving, all at once.
"You make me feel things that I've never felt before," Fatima whispered to him as her head rested on him still in the straddle position, although he already pulled out from her.
"You do the most to me," Zac responded soaked in the moment. They remained like that for a while savouring the pleasure and contentment they felt. Zac rubbed her back in circles while he planted gentle kisses on her skin while Fatima kept her arms around his neck coming down from her high.
"Come on," Zac broke the silence, he planted a kiss on her forehead, "Let me get you home," Zac said softly before unwrapping himself from her. He got her cleaned up and put her dress back on her before doing the same.
Zac excused himself to the bathroom. While he was gone, Fatima heard a notification tone from Zac's phone, and she became curious to know who had been blowing his phone up. After thirty seconds of fighting the urge to, she finally picked up his phone and saw on the screen,
Message from Her
I still can't believe you haven't invited me to your club.
12:05 am
Message from Her timeline
Common...I miss you, Papi. I'm sorry. There you go, I apologized. You'd always be my 'Him'.
12:55 am
I received your monthly package, thank you, Papi.
02:28 am
Fatima's throat tightened as she read the messages, and she quickly returned his phone to the desk. She didn't know how to feel; she was getting to know a better side to Zac but what if it was just a facade? This felt like a wake-up call, urging her to realize that this wasn't genuine, prompting her to sit up and stick to the plan. She had mixed feelings, a part of her yearned to confront him, yet that path held unpredictable outcomes. What if Zac got upset and left her? Then the whole plan would crash. On the other hand, what if Zac could have an explanation? Then she'd be making it harder for herself to go on with the plan.
If she claims that he will always be her Him, then she clearly still is his her, cause that's what she's saved as on his phone. Who the fuck could Her be?
Zac appeared back in the room and saw that her mood had changed, "What's wrong?" he asked clearly concerned. "Nothing I'm just tired," Fatima responded, trying to mask the hurt she felt.
"I'd take you home and take care of you but I've always wanted to ask, what's the scar you have on your back?" Zac asked, he always wanted to ask her but was always carried away in the moment. But when he was giving her back shots, and her dress went higher up her back, he couldn't help but want to destroy whoever did that to her.
"Uhmm...I honestly don't know, I think it's from something that happened when I was a child. I sometimes forget that scar."
"Okay...it looks like it must have hurt real bad, I'd put a bullet in the head of whoever must have done that," Zac spoke with seriousness in his tone.
"I love how protective you are of me but it doesn't hurt anymore, can we go now?" Fatima didn't want to talk about it anymore especially as she had other things going on in her head. Between thinking about him saying he loves her and who her is.
"Come on," He picked her up wedding style and exited the club through the secret exit. He got her in the car and she fell asleep in his arms while Omar drove them to the estate.
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Hi Neighbours in words, sorry for staying away too long. I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter.
Want me to add photos or you prefer to use the pictures you have in your imagination 😉
Also, I'm working on a new book. Readers, do y'all prefer books written in First POV or Third POV?
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