TEMPORARY PLEASURE

All good things must come to an end

Fatima woke up to the sun shining brightly through her bedroom window, signaling it was time to start her day. As she attempted to get out of bed, she felt someone else's weight wrapped securely around her. Turning to the left, she realized that it was indeed Zac. Fatima's mind quickly recalled the way this beautiful man had turned her ever which way last night and then some. Fatima has had her fair share of sexual encounters, but nothing compared to the way Zachary Taylor made her body feel the previous night. This man had hella stamina. They went five rounds, and the nigga really thought he was going to get another one in, but Fatima turned that ass down quickly. Her body felt like she just ran in a damn marathon.

Fatima was warned by a few of her friends that this type of nigga is dangerous. They weren't referring to the criminal type of danger but dangerous meaning where a man can have you do anything and everything because the dick is out of this world and just that damn good. Fatima knew she didn't have time to be featured on an episode of TV One's Fatal Attraction. Fatima quickly and quietly rose out of bed to make it to her bathroom, which was connected to her bedroom. She looked in the mirror, and what she saw was a woman staring back at her well fucked.

Fatima quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth. Then, she turned around to turn the shower to her desired temperature. She quickly pulled off her nightgown when the water was to her liking. As she started to step into the shower, she heard Zac.

Zac: "Can I join you beautiful?"

Fatima looked at this naked body, and she couldn't deny him. what he asked for. In the back of her mind, she knew getting involved with Zac at this particular time in her life was a huge mistake. After today, she had to end whatever this was they were doing.

Fatima: "Good morning, handsome. Yes, you can join me." She said with a smirk playing upon her lips.

Zac quickly jumped in the shower and placed a gentle and sweet kiss upon Fatima's lips. Zac thought momentarily that her lips were the softest lips he had ever tasted. Zac knew he would never get tired of kissing this beautiful siren of a woman who stood before him in all of her naked glory that she was blessed with. She had the delicate face of an angel; her lips were again the softest lips he tasted. Her skin was the color of golden honey. Her breasts were nice and complete and firm, and her hips were slim, and her thighs were nice and thick, just like he liked them. She was the complete and total package in Zac's eyes.

Zac took the washcloth from Fatima's hands and said. "Let me wash your back, baby."

Fatima released the washcloth, and he grabbed the vanilla body wash that he saw hanging above the shower rack; he squeezed a generous amount on the washcloth and started cleaning the front of Fatima's body ever so gently that from time to time, you could hear her moaning ever so softly out of pure satisfaction of having this beautiful naked man cleansing her body. Fatima thought she could get used to waking up in the mornings and having a sweet and beautiful routine like heaven. She also knew with the situation she was placed in that having someone she cared about too close to her was not the best choice if she wanted him to remain alive.

While lost in thoughts, Fatima could feel Zac place sweet, mind-blowing kisses down the front of her body. Fatima had to admit this man knew how to set her body ablaze with just a simple touch. Zac was a sexual God. She recalled how he played with her body last night like a symphony of different instruments. He was gentle and passionate when he needed to be, and he was rough and demanding all at the same time. Fatima had never experienced anything like that. In most encounters she had, the men were only concerned about getting themselves off. Majority, after she would leave them at whatever hotel they decided to meet at, she would go home and have to finish the job herself.

Fatima already found herself breaking the rules when it comes to Zac. For one, she never let a hookup know where she lived. Rightly so, being that she was a stripper, and she never wanted to mix business and pleasure. Secondly, she never slept with anyone who had ever seen her dance just because she didn't want to have a stalker on her hands, being a single black woman. Most of the men she danced for at the club were married anyway, and they knew Fatima was not like the other dancers there who would do anything for a dollar if you know what I mean.

In the midst of Fatima being lost once again in her thoughts, Zac had washed Fatima's back and was now placing kisses down her back. Fatima knew this was about to lead somewhere she didn't need this situation to go, but her body had a mind of its own, and right now, she wanted to answer Zac's call. She looked into Zac's eyes and saw something she could not pinpoint, but she thought she could get lost in his chocolate-brown eyes. Fatima knew just by looking at this gorgeous man that he had the power to hurt her worse than KP could ever do. Zac had the power already in just a few days of getting to know one another to make her fall in love for the very first time, and right now, that was definitely off the table and something she could not afford to go through at this stage in her life.

"Baby, can I taste you again?"

Damn, this nigga is making it so hard for me. Just this last time, I'm going to let him blow my back out, and then I got to stay far away from him. No going back, Fatima. She had to remind herself time and time again. Without waiting for a response from Fatima, Zac made his way past her flat as fuck stomach down to the place where heaven does truly exist. As soon as Fatima's womanly scent hits Zac's nose, he dove into it. The way this woman tasted was like nothing he had ever tasted before. She was sweet beyond compare.

Zac had Fatima hiked up on his shoulders, and he was going in like this was his last meal before he met his maker. The sounds of this beautiful siren did nothing but egg him on further to make sure this orgasm was something she would never forget. She thought about him. he was working overtime to make sure he was the only man on her mind and not that simp as niggas at that club. Fatima didn't know this yet, but Zac had decided that Fatima was his and his alone. Mark my words, he thought.

All you could hear at this point were Fatima's moans filling up the bathroom. The sounds she was making did nothing but let Zac know he was doing the damn thang. The thing you need to know about Zac is that he is a pleasure, and he does not stop until she gets hers and then some.

Ooh, shit, Zaaacc... is all that she kept saying over and over.

Zac: "Damn, baby, this pussy is so damn good." Your mine. Do you hear me?"

Fatima: "Yes, Daddy.. only yours shitt Zac, I'm coming."

Zac: "Hold that shit, angel. You let that shit go without my permission. There will be dire consequences."

Fatima: "Zac, baby, please."

Zac: "Please, what?"

Fatima: "Fuck... please, Daddy, can I please come?"

Zac whispers ever so softly in her delicious pussy come now.

Fatima let out the most animalistic cry I had ever heard and she threw her head back trying to catch her breath. Damn. How am I ever going to let this nigga go now after that?