Page 47 of Mr. Calloway

This would be the first morning that you rolled over and I wasn’t in bed. I need you to know that it wasn’t that I didn’t want to be, but I couldn’t. Now I’m sitting here on the bathroom floor trying to figure out how to write this. I know there have been a few days between entries, but some shit is going on, Z. Some shit that I’ve been trying to put the pieces together on.

On the flip side of things, my Father’s Day was perfect. I know you went to bed wondering if I felt like you could have done anything better. Well, no. You’ve done more than what I could ask for. Honestly, if it weren’t for you carrying the boys in your womb, I wouldn’t be a father. So, Z, baby, know you bringing life into this world was enough for me.

Sharing moments with my kids was all I needed. Hearing my boys say Daddy was one of my fucking highlights. Something about kids makes the strongest nigga soft. I want to keep those memories, keep experiencing times like this, but shit can only last for so long.

Damn, Z. Here I am, grown as fuck, yet when it comes to you, all that shit goes out the window. No, don’t smack your lips. I’m being for real. You know you got a nigga soft on the inside, and that’s something you should be proud about. We got that grumpy sunshine typa love. See, there goes that smile I love so much. Damn, girl, you’re beautiful.

Anyway, Zaria, I need you to know that… Shit, Peace is crying, and I need to catch him before you wake up.

I love you from here to our Calloverse.

Signed,

Mr. Fucking Calloway

PRESS PLAY

I had been writingZaria letters for over a year and still hadn’t gotten to what I’d been wanting to tell her. If I wasn’t interrupted by something, my heart wouldn’t let me. However, I knew it needed to be said, so I was going to try a different approach. The thing about me was that I felt like having my shit in order made for a better approach.

“Baby, we don’t have to,” Zaria’s soft voice said.

She lay there looking good as hell. Her body was lying in front of me wearing a bra and no panties. There was never a day she had to worry about getting dick because she was deserving. My hand slid up her thigh as I pushed it up.

“Hold it,” I instructed her.

A sexy grin eased on her face as she wrapped her hands around her ankles.

“Hold it,” I said as I stared into her eyes.

Just as I asked, she did it. Zaria lay there spread wide, allowing my eyes to be blessed with her fresh vegan pussy pearl waiting. Holding up two of my fingers, I stuck them in my mouth before slowly inserting them inside her. Her mouth shot open, then came down as she bit into her bottom lip.

Keep your eyes on me.

There had always been something about her gazing at me during mating time. It made for the best sex, and it was what made our connection even stronger. While her eyes remained focused on me, my fingers stroked her pussy slowly. Her hot, wet center clung onto my finger each time it entered her.

“Ah, mm,” she moaned.

“Fuck on them, Z. Let that pussy loose,” I told her.

Her hips shot down, then up. My thumb circled her clit while she fucked on my fingers. I could tell my dick became jealous as it thumbed in my sweats. Still stroking her, I came out of my sweats. When I removed my hand from her center, just as I always did, I licked her off my fingers. Swooping her in my arms, I picked her up, sliding her down on top of me.

Foreheads touching.

“Thank you for loving me. Thank you for letting your pussy love on me,” I panted.

Her hips swiveled as my hand gripped each cheek, spreading them wide.Zaria’s pussy was like alcohol, and I was addicted to it. She knew how to work her shit so good a nigga would beg for it. Each and every time she served me up a dose only kept me hooked, and to think of another nigga trying to get this was something that would make me hunt their ass for the rest of their days. Zaria’s pussy was like the best summer day—hot, wet, and suffocating.

“Mm,” I found myself moaning. “Fuck on it, Z! Goddamn!” I grunted.

She rolled her hips up, then came down hard.

“I love you, Mr. Calloway.”

Roll up, then down hard.

“Nigga love you too. Fuck, a nigga love you way too much ’cause ain’t no fucking way, Z.”

Roll up, then down hard.