Chapter 17: Ruger

Chapter Seventeen

Ruger

Z ayna's thighs stay spread open as my tongue parts her lower lips. If there's one thing I know about this -- and I know a lot -- it's that I am damn good at making a woman cum. Zayna will be easier than most, despite her initial resistance. She has the softest pussy lips that I have ever touched. The soft outer lips part slightly as my tongue slides between them and roams over the textured, risen nub of Zayna's clit.

Her nails dig into the rug beneath her back as I push my tongue forcefully against her clit, letting this sexy ass woman know I found her clit and I know exactly what to do with it. Zayna makes a soft, whimpering noise as my tongue moves in slow circles around her clit. I work out the shape of it. More oval than round and risen enough that the more I lick her softly, the more her engorged little clit keeps those dark brown lips spread open for me.

I wrap my lips around Zayna's clit after licking her to the point of moans she can't control. Holy fuck. That juicy ass clit fills my mouth like a cherry about to burst and when my lips apply some pressure to Zayna's sweet little clit, she explodes. Her hands rush to my head out of instinct and she gasps with pleasure as her first orgasm for the night ravages her body.

Her hips buck towards my mouth as she moans despite her hands desperately trying to push my head away. It's the perfect expression of the war within her. I don't mind. She doesn't have to know what she wants as long as I do. Zayna's loud moans buckle into whimpers and I stop sucking on her clit so I can lick up the juices that erupted from her wetness.

Fuck, she must have been full because a creamy mess surrounds her tight ass hole and the juices remain splattered all over her dark brown thighs. They are creamy in some parts and clear where the juices mix with her sweat and my spit. I kiss the first droplets I see on her thighs and then lick Zayna clean as she moans until my tongue reaches all the way back to her soft, soaking wet lips.

As long as she can breathe, she's ready for round two. Zayna got some pleasure, now it's time for me to get mine. I move my face away from her wetness so I can see it up close. She has the plumpest set of outer lips and that sweet ass clit sticks out between them, making her look even yummier. Those pussy lips lead into a sexy thigh crease and kind of muscular dark brown legs.

Dark brown... maybe not that dark. Not as dark as Tamiya, my cousin's wife, the only other black woman I have been kinda close to. Zayna's skin is the color of wet sand. And she has texture on her legs. A small mole near her thigh crease. No tattoos. I breathe a slow, warm breath against her pussy and watch her squirm. Juices leak around the inner folds, soaking up Zayna's flower even more.

My dick is going crazy with how badly I want her, but if I shove my dick in her now... I'll just have more problems. I bend my head again and softly nibble Zayna's outer lips. It's enough for her to whimper, but also makes Zayna feel something that causes her to bite down on her lips. She already came once. No point in hiding from me. I spread those lower lips again with my tongue and move from nibbling to enjoying her folds with my tongue again.

I just love the natural taste of a woman. My heart throbs with the strange realization that Zayna has the best pussy I’ve ever tasted. For sure, she has the cleanest one I have ever had. Biker chicks are 40% liquor and 40% nicotine. My ex-wife's pussy tasted like an empty box of cigarettes.

Zayna tastes like... a clean, soft woman. There is nothing other than her natural flavor. She cries out in pleasure again as I move from licking those addictive lips to sucking on her clit again. She doesn't stand a chance. I apply the same technique that worked before but surprise Zayna by sliding two fingers inside her soaking wetness as I suck on her clit.

She arches her back and cries out forcefully as the second orgasm smashes into her with a tidal wave of pleasure and surprise. Zayna gasps for breath like she can't get any air in and my sick ass mind tells me to just keep eating her. Lick her pussy until I knock the sense out of her.

And it works...

After her fifth or sixth orgasm -- Zayna pleads with me, "Enough..."

She keeps that begging up a while before I listen and reluctantly move my face away from her lower lips to get my mouth clean on her sweet brown thighs.

I kneel between Zayna's spread legs and when I touch her tummy with a flat hand she looks up at me as if to ask, "Are you done yet?"

Can't blame her because I teased her ass plenty on the way here. She doesn't have a logical thought left in her head. I can tell.

"I think your pussy cured my racism," I tell her, keeping my hand firm on her stomach and rolling my thumb around in a gentle circle around the soft spot on her flesh I can touch. She inhales with slow frustration.

"That did not happen," Zayna says, her head flopping back. She's done with me.

"Climb into bed."

She looks up at me again.

"I'm done with you tonight."

She raises an eyebrow skeptically. But I won't change my mind, even if my dick aches like a motherfucker. Instead, I get up and lift the sheets back on the bed before extending a hand to the woman I tossed out of bed. She reaches for me reluctantly and I pull her up. Zayna stumbles a little, taken aback by just how easy it is for me to drag her ass to her feet.

"Come on."

Zayna glances skeptically between me and the bed we need to share. I walk around to the other side and climb in. Zayna shuffles back into her clothes and then crosses her arms as she stares at her empty side of the bed.

"That did not cure your racism," she says. "Just so you know."

I close my eyes because I don't want her to stay stuck on the topic too long, frankly. I grunt so that she feels heard, but I don't know if it works.

She shoves my arm as she climbs into bed. I open my eyes again, but mostly because Zayna is close to me. I give her a mischievous look. I can still smell her pussy on my upper lip and I love it. She doesn't look so loving right now. More like hateful.

"If all that was meant to change my mind about you, it didn't work," she says, lying through her fucking teeth. I let her have that moment. No woman alive can fake that many orgasms in a row like that. I have her pussy juice all over me. Can't fake that either.

"I'm not what you think I am."

She raises her eyebrows again with that annoying skepticism. Zayna pulls the blankets over herself and looks at me from what should be her sleeping position. Her eyes are snapped open and fixed on me with such pronounced outrage, that I doubt she plans on sleeping -- despite the way I ate her out.

"Just because you know how to please a woman doesn't mean anything."

My chest swells. I knew I was good at it. Her little comment just proves it. Zayna hits my arm.

"Stop focusing on the wrong part of my statement," she mutters, like a little psychic. "Still racist. And what happened is never going to happen again."

"Unless I help with your little problem."

She glares at me. "I might have changed my mind."

"Okay."

"That's it?"

"Yup. I'll go check on Eden. Give you time to fall asleep."

I lean over and kiss her forehead. She seems surprised at first, then relieved I didn't kiss her lips. But I should have. It would be good for Zayna to taste her pussy on my lips. Get a sample of how deeply I tasted her cranky ass...

But when I climb out of bed, she closes her eyes and I know that I at least got this woman to let her guard down. Perfect. I walk down the cabin halls to Eden's bedroom. Zeus gets up from his bed once I leave the bedroom and follows me to Eden's room. I pet the top of his head and make him sit outside Eden's room while I check on her.

She's sleeping. Peacefully. I wait a few minutes then return to my bedroom, hoping that Zayna is fast asleep. I am so fucked. Thankfully, when I push the bedroom door open, Zayna has a pillow clutched against her chest and she’s snoring. Can't fake snoring.

"Zayna?" I whisper. She doesn't wake up. I knew eating her good would get her quiet. I shut the door slowly and sneak out to my living room, grabbing my phone off the kitchen counter to head outside.

I need to make a phone call.

I don’t always smoke, but tonight, I need an American Spirit. I pull one out of my hiding spot and sit on the front porch steps that I made myself to call the only person who might be able to help me with Zayna…