Page 7 of Bricked Up

“It matters when I’m the one being fucking lied on.

Shit, a nigga got feelings too. It matters when my name is out here being tainted.

It matters when I’m telling you that I didn’t fucking do the shit.

You know what hurts the most, though? It hurt that you believed the shit and took off instead of trusting me to get to the bottom of whatever the fuck was going on.

” Shaking his head, Saadiq lowered it slightly as several memories flashed through his mind.

Some of the best times of his life had been with Zia.

“That shit really fucked me up. I hated you and the ground you walked on. I’m still fucked up behind that shit. ”

“You don’t think I ain’t fucked up behind what happened, Saadiq?

” Zia folded her arms across her chest and smacked her lips in annoyance.

“I had to do what was best for me, and I feel like if the shoe were on the other foot, you would have done the same thing. A nigga is never gon’ waste my time or play with my heart.

I wanted to get even so gotdamn bad, but it would’ve been too much unnecessary energy wasted on you.

I only have one life. I don’t like my time being wasted.

Leaving you and cutting all communication was hard, but I had to do it to heal and move on.

” She released a frustrated breath, then asked, “Do you think it was easy to forget you, Saadiq. To walk away from you when my head and heart refused to let you go. Hell, when my pussy refused to let you go? You’re still the one and only nigga I let inside me raw, the only one I ever trusted with my body like that.

To this day. And look, I stupidly let you spread my legs and slide right up in me like you ain’t been gone from my life for the past three years.

So don’t talk to me about being fucked up behind our breakup.

I’m over this conversation, though, thanks for your help, but you can go now.

” Zia pushed away from the counter and headed toward the back kitchen exit.

“I can talk to ya mean ass ‘bout whatever the fuck I want,” Saadiq caught her by her wrist, pulled her toward him, and slipped his tongue between her lips. Backing her up against the counter, he turned her around and wrapped his hands around her hips. He proceeded to place kisses on her neck between sentences. “You left a void in my heart when you left me, Zia. There ain’t been a day since you left that I haven’t thought about you or wondered what you were up to.

My love for you rivaled my hate for you daily.

I tried to move the fuck on from you every fucking day.

I’m still furious with you right now for not automatically knowing that I’d never hurt you like that. Bend the fuck over, Zia.”

Tilting her head up towards him, slightly confused, Zia said, “But aren’t you still pissed at me?”

“I am,” He nodded, right before he eased his tongue between her lips again and tongue her ass down just how she liked that shit.

“Well then, you should be too pissed to want any of this pu?—”

“Bend that ass over, Zia. You comprehend better when I beat ya pussy ‘til it’s nice and creamy and I eat that muthafucka off the bone,” Saadiq raised her dress and freed his dick. “And I ain’t never gon’ be too mad to bang these pussy walls in. Not wit’ the way ya pussy be deep throating my dick.”

Smirking, Zia sucked her teeth between her bottom lip and folded her arm across her breasts. “After the way you just insulted me, nigga fuck you. You can kiss my ass. ‘Cause ain’t no way I’m?—”

Saadiq yanked her ass up and bent her over before she could finish her sentence. “Shut the fuck up and take this dick, Zia.”

Moans slipped from her lips when Saadiq slapped her on the ass as he grabbed her hips and glided his dick back and forth through her slippery, soaked pussy. Her breath hitched and clung to her throat just as a deep moan tumbled from Saadiq’s lips as he pushed into her wetness.

“Gotdamnnnnn, Ziaaaa! I’on know how, but you wetter than you were when I slid inside this ocean earlier.

You must really miss a nigga.” Moaning, he slapped her on the ass, then fingered her ass crack before he spit it in and slipped a finger in and out of her at the same time he was ramming her pussy.

“Ooooooo! Fuck! Saadiqqqq! I do miss you. My pussy has been craving you for so long, she doesn’t even fucking know how to behave anymore.

She can’t help but scream your name to show her appreciation.

” Zia confessed between moans of explosive pleasure.

The fullness of his dick stretched and stuffed her so good, she was drooling and dripping down her thighs with every thrust.

“How much, Zia, how much do you miss me beating ya pussy up and making that pretty muthafucka cream for me?” Saadiq asked between deep grunts and heavy moans. He couldn’t get enough of how she took him so deep. And how her pussy strangled his dick so good.

“So muchhhh! More than I could ever explain. Oh fuckkkkk!” Zia whimpered as she grabbed the shit out of the edge of the counter.

Rolling her hips, she threw her pussy back into his stroke as he filled her up.

The feel of him sinking in and outta her warmth while his dick throbbed between her walls felt so gotdamn good.

Each thrust into her pussy just made her whole body shiver and tingle with ecstasy.

She bit her bottom lip as she started throwing her ass back into his deliciously deep strokes. “Saadiqqqqq!”

“Yeah baby, oh shittt!” Zia was so fucking slick and slippery and wet. He knew he was gonna drown her walls in his cum when he came. Saadiq dipped in and out of her creaminess.

Gliding them closer and closer to that big ass nut that they were so thirsty for.

“Fuck, ya dick is too good, baby! Yesssss! Shitttt! I'm about to cum all over your dick.” She screamed as she gripped his dick and started doing Kegels every time he sent that big, heavy dick of his thrusting deep into her creamy wetness.

“Fuck! Ziaaaa,” Saadiq was pounding into her with heavy strokes so deep and hard that he fucking knew he was gonna drown her walls in his cum when he got ready to nut.

“Fuckkk, I ain’t never got tired of this pussy.

There ain’t never been a time that this soaked pussy ain’t feel good to me.

Damn, I miss spreading this gushy muthafucka wide open like this.

” He filled her, pulled out, and filled her again.

Every single inch was hitting her spot and making her legs shake.

“Shit, Saadiqqqq, I miss it toooo. Yessss! My pussy ain’t never forget you, baby.

I’m fuckinggggg cummming!” She moaned as she slammed her pussy onto his dick.

She shook hard as fuck every time he rammed that big muthafucka into her.

His nuts were slapping the fuck outta her clit.

Pleasure raced and rippled through their bodies as ecstasy grew near with each body twisting thrust. Zia made her pussy walls grip his dick so good and tight as he pummeled into her dripping waterfall until euphoria slammed into her.

“I’m cumminggggggg! Fuck this pussy, Saadiqqqqqqq! Just. Like. Thattttt. Yessssss! Beat it the fuck up!” Zia screamed as she came so hard she thought she would pass out from the level of pleasure that forced her body to erupt with orgasmic bliss.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” “Fuckkkk!” Saadiq grunted deep in his throat as he moved one of his hands to the arch in her back and tightened his grip on her waist. He was digging into her slick, creaminess from every angle possible as he plunged into her deep while making that ass bounce and jiggle all over his dick.

He was slamming dick in her so fast and hard that she started squirting with every stroke.

Feeling his nut close in on him, Saadiq rocked her pussy out until his whole body locked up and he let loose every drop of cum in his body.

“Fuckkkkkkkk!” Saadiq’s moans were loud, deep, and sounded so fucking animalistically sexy as he sprayed her walls with his cum.

“Now what was all that shit you was saying earlier ‘bout not getting fucked on this counter?” Saadiq asked once his breathing slowly begun to settle.

“I told you, my pussy doesn’t know how to act around you.

So, anything I say when you’re around can’t be held against me.

” Zia said as a deep, pleasure-filled whimper tumbled from her lips as Saadiq pulled out of her.

“Especially since Ms. Pussy keeps forgetting that she and I are supposed to be on the same team.”

“That’s why she’s my baby and you’re a pain in the ass.” A grin spread across his lips, but was quickly replaced with a low, passionate growl when he saw how much of their mixed cum coated his dick and dripped and clung to her thighs.

The view immediately caused him to brick up again.

He was seconds away from slipping right back up in all that warm, soaked pussy she had.

But because his dick was so big and she could only take so much of him so many times a day, he forced himself to step away.

Her pleasure and comfort was always his number one priority, so if that meant he had to wait at least until she soaked and let that pussy rest, he’d do it.

Even if it did take the strength of ten men to resist pummeling her shit well into the next morning.

“Yeah well, it takes one to know one, nigga.” She shot him a smirk as she straightened from the countertop and headed toward the bathroom. “I’m going to go get cleaned up. Can you wait for me to close up the shop before you leave?”

“Of course, but you know you never have to ask me that shit. I’ve always looked out for you, and I always will.

Gon’ and get yaself together and take as long as you need.

” Saadiq assured her as he leaned against the wall, his eyes followed the sexy way her ass bounced with each step as she walked away.

“I’mma be here when you get out. I’mma make sure you get out of here and get home safe. ”

“Well, thanks for that, handsome. I appreciate you.” Grinning, she opened the bathroom door. “But while you’re being so thoughtful, start pulling out. I’m not on birth control anymore. So you gotta quit cummin’ in me before you get me pregnant.”

“Good,” Shrugging, he licked his lips then said, “You owe me ‘bout three kids, anyway.”

“Saadiq!” Her mouth dropped in shock. “I’m not playing with you. Cummin’ in me is?—”

“Zia, you know me well enough to know when I’m fucking around and when I’m serious, but since you wanna act like you don’t know no gotdamn better, listen up.

” Closing the distance between them, he walked up on her and started grazing his fingers across her chest. “I said what the fuck I said, Zia. I didn’t want you on that toxic shit in the first place, but it’s your body, and I believe in women making their own choices when it comes to their bodies.

So I ain’t say shit. I supported your decision.

But don’t expect me to feel away just ‘cuz you do.” He licked his bottom lip as he slipped his free hand in her hair and started rubbing her scalp.

“Now take ya ass in the bathroom, lock the gotdamn door, ‘cuz thinking ‘bout you getting pregnant got me hard as fuck. And get yaself together so we can go. Got me?”

Nodding, Zia swallowed as she eyed him curiously before she stepped away from him and did as she was told.

As he stepped back, she locked the door and leaned against it, releasing a deep breath she hadn’t known she was holding.

She fanned herself as she leaned against the door.

Zia didn’t know how to explain that when Saadiq spoke, her body eagerly followed his every command without even the slightest bit of hesitation.

She both loathed and secretly enjoyed the shit.

Pushing off the door, Zia silently begged her clit to quit throbbing as she turned on the faucet and adjusted the water temperature to her liking.

Once the temperature was perfect, she grabbed a disposable washcloth and took care of her hygiene.

Before she opened the door, Zia tried to wrap her head around the fact that Saadiq had been dead to her for years, yet he walked back into her life and had her mind, heart, and pussy in a chokehold.

She didn’t know what kinda game fate was up to, but she wasn’t up for being on the losing side of heartbreak again, especially when she hadn’t gotten over Saadiq breaking her shit the first time.

A part of her hated how quickly she folded for the nigga, but the way he owned her body, she didn’t stand a chance.

While she recognized her connection to Saadiq had always been more powerful than she knew what to do with, Zia was determined to tread carefully as she processed Saadiq being back in her life.

While in a perfect world, she would’ve given anything to pick up where they left off, Zia refused to be played again in this one. Saadiq was gonna have to get in where he fit in because her life was already in full swing. And she planned to tell him just that if need be.

Unfortunately for her, not only was Saadiq the typa nigga to unintentionally and intentionally stand out in a crowd, but the nigga always came prepared to bulldoze any obstacle that stood in his way.

So Zia reminded herself to brace for impact, because something told her that he was already behind the wheel, waiting for the perfect opportunity to crush every single brick wall that protected her heart.