“I don’t know who this could be.”
“Probably Chico,” Dillon teased.
Zoe smiled. “Hush,” she said, hitting him on the arm. “Hello,” she answered.
“You’re a feisty lil something,” Dillon whispered with a shake of the head.
Zoe took the phone from her ear and looked over at Dillon. “Do you mind if I take this call in the bedroom?”
“No, not at all,” he said, figuring that the phone call had to be important. Zoe excused herself down the hallway, and then put the phone back to her ear. “Yes,” she said.
“Hey Zoe,” Mark spoke. “Would you please tell me where my wife is? I just want to make sure that she’s good. Please, just tell me something.”
Zoe could hear the sincere tone in his voice, but he’d hurt her sister and she wasn’t quite sure what it was that she wanted to tell him, but she was sure that it would flow however she put it.
“Well, uh…” she started.
Chapter 9
Zoe returned from down the hall walking sideways it seemed. The Patron shots had done more than just snuck up on her. She was almost feeling black girl wasted. Dillon was already standing in the kitchen, now fixing himself a mixed drink of Patron and cranberry juice. Taking one more shot would have his dick rock and ready to fuck, but he wasn’t even going to try to push on Zoe. He wanted her to see that he wasn’t this player that just wanted to fuck. Initially, he did but after getting to know her, he found it easy to wait.
Dillon looked up from pouring the cranberry juice in his glass. He was quite tickled to see Zoe attempting to walk over to him in a straight line. “You okay?” he questioned while now pouring the Patron on top of the cranberry juice then fully mixing the two liquids by pouring it back and forth from one empty glass to another.
“Don’t I look okay?” Zoe asked. Her Asian looking eyes were barely open like she’d smoked a pound of weed. “I can handle my liquor.”
“If you say so,” Dillon responded with an eager smile.
“Let me taste your drink,” she said, taking the drink out of Dillon’s hand. Before she could get it up to her mouth the drink had spilled all over her short strapless, white Max dress. “Daaaamn,” she whispered, looking down at her dress.
“And you’re clumsy,” Dillon said with a light chuckle. “You gotta come out of that dress.”
She looked at Dillon strangely then grinned. “You just want me to come out of my dress.”
“Look, let’s face it. You’re tipsy and you’re definitely not driving home on my watch.”
“What am I going to do?” She said, looking around. “You have two bedrooms, right?”
“I do and you’re more than welcome to sleep in one by yourself.”
Zoe smiled. “By myself meaning alone, right?”
“Yes, meaning alone,” Dillon responded with a light chuckle. “Now are you gonna come out of that dress so I can wash it for you?”
“Yep,” Zoe said instantly rolling the dress down past her naked breasts as it dropped to the floor. Dillon’s eyes widened like they were about to pop out of his head as he stood there enjoying the view of Zoe’s sexy body.
“Damn girl,” Dillon said. “I wasn’t expecting you to take the dress off right here.” His eyes followed from her breasts down to the white lace thong that she had on covering up her goods. She was super fine and definitely sexy as she stepped out of her dress. Her small, cute feet stood out to him as her toes wiggled against the hardwood kitchen floor like she was anxious.
“I know that Mr. Dillon Dubois isn’t afraid of seeing a half naked woman. Pussy comes a dime a dozen, right?” She teased. “That’s what you said.”
He snapped himself out of his thoughts of wanting to pick her up and fuck her on the countertop. Quickly he cleared his throat as he eyes connected with hers. “I know what I said.”
“Well, why are you just standing there? I thought that you were going to wash my dress.”
Who is this girl? Dillon quickly thought with a satisfying smile on his face. Zoe attempted to lift the dress up with her foot to slide it over his way, but tipped over almost breaking her ass. Dillon swooped in and saved her from an embarrassing fall. She put her hand over her mouth, laughing lightly as they stared in each other’s eyes. “I thought you said that you could handle your liquor.” He teased, glancing down at her perfect perky breasts then back up at her beautiful face. He could tell that she was a bit shame, but the alcohol covered it up very well.
She smiled, moving her hair out of her face. Just as the alcohol was leading her to kiss him, she caught herself and jumped up out of his arms. “I’m sorry,” she said with a shy expression as she covered up her breast. “I’m making it hard for you to be good, huh?”
“Very hard,” Dillon grunted as he pushed his dick down to stop it from growing down his thigh. He was definitely on a rise to an erection had she stayed in his arms a few seconds longer. “Uh, le’me get you a shirt and I’ll wash this,” he said picking up the dress off the floor. He then pointed toward the hallway. “Let’s head to the room, clumsy.” He laughed as Zoe smacked her lips with a light roll of the eyes.
“I’m not clumsy,” she giggled, leading the way down the hall. Her arms stayed folded across her breasts but her ass was jiggling like no other as Dillon smiled from ear to ear. It had to be one of the sexiest sights he’d seen in a while.
“First door on your right,” he instructed as she almost passed the door. Reaching his arms out, he gently pulled her back by the waist. “Right here,” he said.
The warm touch of Dillon’s hands around her waist made her heart flutter. Where was that feeling coming from? As she entered the bedroom all she could think was that it had to be the alcohol. “Are you okay?” He asked her; not knowing where this could possibly lead being that Zoe was already so iffy in her feelings.
“I’m good,” she said. Even though the alcohol was playing a role in her behavior, the attraction she felt for him was indeed real. As Dillon headed for his closet to find her a t-shirt, Zoe pulled him back by the arm as he turned to her, staring straight down in her seductive eyes. “What about your dress?”
“What about it?” Zoe responded in a soft sexy tone, and then tip-toed to kiss him. Dillon was done being the good boy since she’d made it perfectly clear what she wanted. Zoe’s arms reached up as her hands held the back of his head. Dillon slipped his tongue in her mouth and kissed her like he meant it. His hands explored her smooth body, working their way down her spine, to her waist and now palming her butt cheeks while scooping her up and taking her straight to the bed.
Dillon laid her back on the bed. “Are you sure you wanna do this?”
“Yes,” she whispered just wanting to feel him inside her. It had been six months and she was definitely horny and more than ready. “I do want you.”
“Say no more,” Dillon whispered while leaving sweet kisses on her stomach that traced down to her small, pretty pussy. He pulled her thong to the side. His mouth nearly covered it, leaving nothing untouched.
“My Go-d,” Zoe softly moaned, palming the back of his head like it was a basketball. Dillon’s tongue was taking her to unfamiliar places that enticed her to never want to leave. His licks were sensual as he slurped between her legs, causing her body to shiver and shake.
Her pussy was wet and creamy as Dillon’s tongue slid in and out of her. The more Zoe grabbed the back of his head, the hungrier he got. He could feel her body quiver, listening to her moans growing louder and louder. He was only sucking on her sweet juices for a mere five minutes, but it felt like twenty minutes as she exploded in his mouth.
“Aaaaaaaaaah Shi-iiit,” Zoe called out. Her body jerked as her legs shook. The feeling was amazing. She’d had a couple of men that attempted to eat her goods, but there was nothing sweet about it. They’d either do too much or not enough. Dillon had, without a doubt, put his tongue game on her and it most certainly wasn’t something that she’d forget anytime soon.
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illon rose up; figuring that it was time to see what Zoe was all about. Just eating her pussy had him rock hard and anxiously awaiting to get inside her cream pie. Her seductive eyes connected with his as he stood to the foot of the bed and pulled his white t-shirt over his head. Zoe’s eyes widened at the sight his muscular frame underneath the shirt he was wearing. He was built and sexy with it. Dillon turned his back for one quick second, opening up his dresser drawer and pulling out a condom. He looked at her and smiled while coming out his khakis shorts. As soon as his boxer shorts were down, the condom was on and he was already on top of her.
Damn, I didn’t get to see his dick, Zoe quickly thought. Those thoughts turned into unconsciously moaning. Dillon kissed around her neck then seductively whispered sweet things in her ear. He cupped one breast in one hand and the other in the other hand. From one to the other, he teased her sensitive nipples. Zoe’s arms was wrapped around Dillon’s neck as she’d grind up against him, letting him know that she was more than ready.
Dillon reached down between his legs while still tongue teasing the hell out of Zoe, and then grabbed his python. He started rubbing the sensitive, big head of his dick against Zoe’s hot pussy. From what she could feel it was definitely good and then…
“Oooooooh my God,” she moaned out loud, feeling the pressure that Dillon had applied with his nine plus inches of hard tool. He could hardly get it inside her as he stroked the opening of her vagina. He pumped in a slow rhythm while kissing Zoe passionately in the mouth at the same time. Her pussy was wet and good as his thick manhood pumped a few more times, and then…
“Daaaamn,” Dillon whispered, taking in a deep breath as he slipped down in a serious warm puddle. His dick was now deeply hung in her and he could feel the juices backing up inside her. Her pussy loudly slurped then popped and spit like she was being extremely rude, but Dillon was about to teach her a lesson for cutting up. He dug in deep, then deeper and before she knew it; her pussy was throbbing and shooting out liquid like a powerful spray gun. He didn’t mind getting wet since it was a one of the most intense and satisfying showers that he’d ever gotten.
Rising up a little, he slapped Zoe on the side of her ass. “Turn over,” he insisted. She happily did as she was told and before she knew it, he had her on all fours and was fucking her from the back. He grabbed her ass, pulling it to him as her pussy attempted to swallow his dick. The bottom was all he was hitting and every time he hit it she moaned louder. He leaned forward, still fucking her from the back while grabbing her breasts.
“Ooooh, this is some good dick,” Zoe sensually moaned.
“This pussy good too,” Dillon responded while enjoying every stroke that he was giving her. About fifteen minutes later, he was now palming both sides of her waist, pumping harder and faster. Zoe definitely had some of the best pussy he’d had. She was like a super soaker. He was sure that he’d have to wash his sheets when she left and let his mattress dry out. Dillon pumped a few more times and quietly came with only a mere grunt that it was over. Zoe was damn near out of breath and already hung over.
“I didn’t think you had it in you!” Zoe said, rolling over on her side. She was drained.
“Damn, the next time I need an umbrella.” Dillon teased, looking down at his wet dick and at the circular wet spot in the bed.
“Next time I need to be more prepared.” Zoe stated, thinking that Dillon had certainly put the beat down on her and what a good beat down it was.
Dillon lay down behind her. “Do you think we should tell Zay and Olivia?”
“Nope,” Zoe quickly responded, not ready to talk about being with another man just yet and especially being that the other man was him.
“Okay,” Dillon said as he leaned over and kissed her on the back of the neck. He definitely liked her so he didn’t mind playing by her rules. If she wanted to keep quiet about their relationship then he certainly would oblige.
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Mark sat in the driveway thinking long and hard about letting go of his marriage. He didn’t want to, but the way Zoe was talking to him made him think that Olivia had already made up her mind about it. After hanging up, he forced himself to get out of bed and take a good long, hot shower. He hadn’t washed in a couple of days and it felt good. It seemed like something that he needed. As the hot water washed down his spine, he thought about Olivia. He wished he could hear her voice and just apologize. He loved her more than he ever thought he could and never did he imagine losing her.
He picked up his phone and messaged Zoe.
Please give me your sister’s number. I just want to talk with her. Mark
He sat there for about ten minutes waiting for a response as the sweet sounds of Sade only made him feel worse. The pouring rain drummed against the car adding to the lonesome feeling he had. He looked down at his phone. Zoe hadn’t responded yet, so he sent another text message.
Would you give her this number and tell her to call me. Please, it’s very important that I speak with her. I love her. She’s gotta know that. Mark
For another ten minutes there was no response. Zoe please hit me back. He thought as he sat there contemplating if he should get out and make a run for the door. A text message alert chirped in the background, causing him to smile as he picked up his phone. Quickly he opened up the envelope to read the message.
What are you doing? Felisha
Mark’s happy expression quickly turned sour. It wasn’t that he was disappointed to see that the message was from Felisha, but because it wasn’t from Zoe giving him good news about his wife. He stared out the window feeling a tear that wanted to fall from his eye. Blinking his eyes, he held it back. His heart was broken even though he was the cause of it. He felt bad and didn’t understand why the flesh could be so weak. For years he hadn’t looked at Felisha in that way. He’d programmed his mind that he didn’t want her, simply because he didn’t. He only loved his wife, but Felisha had become the mother of his kid. A child he never expected to have, but loved him very much, anyway. Lil Romeo was indeed his son and he didn’t treat him any different. The only thing was that Lil Romeo called him Mark instead of daddy. He’d rather him use his real name instead of calling him something he wasn’t to him. He and Olivia played house almost every weekend, keeping him. He was like the son they never had.
An alert came through on Mark’s phone, indicating that he’d gotten another text message. He anxiously looked down at his phone again, noticing that another fifteen minutes had passed by quickly while he was deep in thought.
Please, let this be O’. He thought, opening up the envelope on the phone.
What are you doing? Felisha
Seeing another message from Felisha snapped him back to reality. Zoe wasn’t going to respond and neither was Olivia.
Knowing Zoe, she probably didn’t even tell her, he thought. He pulled down the visor and checked his face in the mirror. Even though he could tell his face had slimmed off, his fresh shave and haircut did him some justice. He might not have felt like Mark, but he was now looking back like Mark and that’s all he needed to feel a little better about himself.
Since the rain didn’t seem like it was going to slack up and the text he wanted hadn’t come through, he jumped out of the car and ran for the door. No sooner than he could get there, the door opened.
“What was taking you so long? I thought you were going to leave.” Felisha said, as Mark walked inside her house brushing the rain off his clothes. She shook her head, feeling good to see that he’d cleaned himself up. Even if he didn’t want her, she still wanted the best for him. “You look better.”
“Thanks,” he said as Lil Romeo shot around the corner.
“MAAAARK!” he called out, running into Mark’s arms.
Felisha smiled. “I told you that Mark was coming over to tuck you in since tee-tee is out of town handling business.”
“Hey buddy.” Mark said, already feeling one hundred percent better. He kissed Lil Romeo on the forehead as a smiled spread acros
s his face. Seeing his son always made his day.
“Glad you came. He’s been asking about tee-tee, because he hears from her almost every day and she hasn’t called him in a few days.”
“No problem,” Mark said looking from Felisha then back to Lil Romeo. “Tee-tee is fine, buddy. I know you miss her, but when I talk to her I’ll make sure she calls you.”
“Okay,” his innocent voice responded. “Tell her I love her like craaaaazy, too.” He said with a big smile on his face.
Felisha looked like she wanted to cry. It broke her heart that so much betrayal was going on right under his little nose, yet he knew nothing about it. The only thing she ever hoped was that he’d never have to suffer because of her poor decisions.
“She knows, but I’ll tell her anyway. Now come on and let me tuck you in.” He said as he and Lil Romeo disappeared down the hall.
Chapter 10
Olivia woke up then rolled over with a long stretch and a yawn. The next morning had come quickly and she’d found herself still hung over from watching Zay leave her to return back to the states a few hours prior. Her heart ached for wanting to be with him, but wanting to do what was right was taking over. She looked over on the nightstand and grabbed her phone. She’d turned it off so she could enjoy her last moments with Zay until he boarded his flight to go back home.
The phone turned on with just a press of her finger on the cellular’s screen. As it powered up, thoughts about her conversation with Zay continued to play in her head. He was right about a lot of things and she understood why he wanted to protect his feelings. She had to get herself together. Her business wasn’t going to run itself nor could she afford to be out of the loop much longer. She’d gotten caught up in her feelings, but the time she needed to clear her thoughts was over. It was time for her to face her issues head on and book the first flight out.
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