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The alarm clock hasn’t gone off, but Zaire has never needed an alarm clock. His body is in tune with the sun. Hell, his black ass wakes the sun every morning.

He’s the motherfucker who goes around and wakes up the roosters and tells them to get on the job.

“Zaire Bryshere Knight,” I moan.

“Shh, woman,” he whispers before he starts sucking my clitoris again.

“This is why we got a house where our bedroom suite takes up the entire floor. So, I can, ooohhh, fuckkkk,” I scream as he slides two fingers into my pussy as he sucks at my clitoris.

He knows that I’m a screamer. I have always been. That’s what got us caught when we were eighteen-years old in my parents’ house screwing. I have never been able to hold my screams in.

Zaire was the first and only man that I’ve ever been with. I gave my virginity to him, and he gave me the world.

My white nightgown is wrinkled and shoved up around my hips. I have no idea how he managed to do that while I was sleeping, but he always knows how to get to what he wants.

My ass lifts slightly, but he works his hands underneath them to lift me higher. I pump my hips up and down as his tongue glides expertly through my slit, pleasuring me the way he does so well.

That’s another thing about my baby. He truly gives me whatever I want and need. Last night, I told him that the only thing that I needed was to wake up with his face buried in my pussy, and that’s exactly how I woke up.

I finger my clit as he drives his tongue inside of my slit. Zaire’s eyes are on me, and he winks at me. My goodness, this man still has my heart after thirty years of being together.

I honestly have no reason to cheat or mess with anyone else.

Even if Zaire were a cheating ass, which he isn’t, I would have no reason to do anything because he takes good care of me physically, emotionally, financially, spiritually, and sexually.

This man is everything that I need and so much more.

He’s a far cry from the broken sixteen-year-old boy that I met in school back then, but it doesn’t matter. Some elements of who he is have never changed, like his desire to protect someone.

He had that instinct for his siblings first and then for me. In later years, that same protective instinct was extended to our children, and he’s always been that way with his team.

Zaire hums as his head moves from side to side rapidly. It’s getting good to him, but I’m about to cum, and there’s nothing that I can do to stop it.

He presses one hand on my belly and sucks deep and hard before he starts slurping.

“Ohhh, thank you, baby. Zaire.”

His arms wrap around my thighs as he spreads me wider. I know what he’s doing, and I’m helpless to stop him. He takes my legs and pushes them back and over my head. Slowly, he drags that long, thick tongue down to my ass and presses it there.

“So unfair,” I cry out.

That accusation doesn’t stop him. If anything, it encourages him to begin eating my ass, and it’s a wrap.

I cum, and I’m screaming at the top of my lungs as if someone is trying to murder me.

That’s what I get for reminding him that this is the reason we bought this house, with not only the entire third floor housing our suite but also ensuring the boys’ suites are on the other side of the house on the first floor.

The second floor of our home is our theater suite, office suite, entertainment room, the kids’ hangout, and other living areas.

Zaire sits up and lowers my legs. Within seconds, he glides into me, sliding home like he’d been waiting for this all night long. My legs wrap around his body, and he pulls them free.

Okay, he’s on this one this morning. The way he slams inside of me lets me know that he’s working out some demons. It doesn’t mean that he won’t make sure that I cum a second time. It just means that the aggression that’s built inside of him has to be worked out.

I recall the name that he said in his sleep last night, and when my eyes meet his, I know that he’s thinking about her too. I know that he realizes from the expression on my face that he said her name in his sleep.

The tufted headboard slams against the wall as he bares his teeth, flares his nostrils, and narrows his eyes. Zaire’s balls slam against my ass, and he’s tearing me up inside. I feel the pressure of what he’s doing all the way in my asshole.

I give in to the pressure building inside of me, and I cum all down his dick.

“That’s it, baby. Give me that sweet juice, Bayleigh,” he grunts.

Biting my bottom lip, I try to hold my scream inside, but Zaire shakes his head. “Don’t fucking hold back. Scream, baby. You can scream as loud as you want.”

And I do.

I scream until I’m sure the roof is about to blow off the house.

I’m screaming because he’s slamming inside of me so hard that it hurts, but it also feels so damn good.

I’m screaming because I feel his pain and the nightmare he is about to relive.

I’m screaming because he’s about to open the gates of hell and let his demons out against Essence Hamilton, and I have no idea what she’s done lately.

When he pulls out of me after he cums, he collapses beside me.

“What happened, baby?”

“She’s running for mayor, Bayleigh. That bitch is running for mayor.”

I gasp. “Do you think it’s a coincidence that she’s choosing now to do so?”

He turns and glares at me, and I see the gleam in his eyes that represents his pain and weakness.

“Fuck no.”

I wrap my arms around him and kiss his forehead.

My king buries his face in my chest, and I lie here holding him.

In time, I feel the dampness, and I know that he’s crying, but he doesn’t want me to see him cry. He’s not crying for what Essence Hamilton is doing to him right now. He’s crying for what she did to him in the past.

He’s crying about what she did to his mother, father, and siblings.