Sunday

Anna woke to a large smile, the heat radiating from beside her, reminding her that she was not alone in her bed, a sense of contentment washing over her like a warm blanket. She smiled, her lips curling upwards as she remembered the raw, filthy way they had fucked, the way he had filled her with his cum, the way she had begged for it.

Anna carefully turned on her side; she was met by a sleeping Zayid, his brown skin against the crisp white sheet. 'A wonderful lazy Sunday wake-up,' she thought.

She propped herself up on her elbow, her eyes tracing the lines of his beard, the curve of his nose, and the thin line of his lips. She remembered last night's filth and how she had dragged him into her bed.

Anna's pussy clenched at the memory, her body ready with anticipation.

She slid her hand down her own body, her fingers tracing the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist, before slipping between her legs. She was already wet, soaked through with her morning arousal. She rubbed her fingers against her clit, her eyes locked on Zayid's still form. She imagined his thick cock below her sheet. She let out a soft moan, her hips moving against her hand as she began to pleasure herself.

Her fingers slid through her wetness, her clit swollen and sensitive. She rubbed herself, her eyes never leaving Zayid, how his chest rose and fell with each breath. She bit her lip, her breath hitching as she remembered the way he had filled her, the way he had made her want to beg for him.

She felt a jolt as she slipped two fingers inside herself, her eyes widening at the sensation. She was already so wet, so ready. She pumped her fingers in and out, her hips bucking against her hand, her body desperate for more.

Her eyes never left Zayid, his chest rising and falling with each breath. She imagined him waking up, his eyes meeting hers, his hand replacing hers, his cock erecting once again. Her fingers moved faster. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her eyes locked on Zayid, her muscles tensing as she enjoyed herself, imagining his hot, thick rod, as if she could feel it inside her again. She wondered if he would wake up and see her. The thought excited her but also made her nervous.

It had been a long, long time since she had been caught masturbating, and the idea of him waking up to find her with her fingers buried between her legs was both thrilling and terrifying.

Her movements became more urgent as her arousal grew. She imagined Zayid's reaction if he did wake up. Would he be angry? Turned on? She hoped for the latter.

She slipped a third finger inside herself, her body stretching to accommodate her. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as she pictured Zayid's cock, hard and ready. She imagined him thrusting into her, filling her once again.

Her fingers, now slick with her own juices, began to rub against her clit, the sensation sending electric shocks through her body. Anna's breath hitched as she felt the pressure. She could feel her orgasm approaching, her muscles tensing as she brought herself closer to the edge, her fingers moving faster against her clit. She was so close, her body aching with need. She wanted him to see her, to join her, to fill her once again. She bit her lip, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as she teetered on the edge of her orgasm. She couldn't hold back any longer.

With a soft gasp, she came, her body convulsing beside his. She bit her lip to stifle the sound, her moan. A smile spread across her face as she turned and snuggled into Zayid's chest, her arm wrapping around him protectively.

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"Morning, beautiful," Zayid murmured, his voice groggy with sleep. His hand reached down, cupping Anna's ass and pulling her closer to him.

Anna smiled against his chest, feeling his cock stirring behind her, his arm draped over her as they spooned. "Morning," she replied, her voice laced with satisfaction.

Anna wiggled her ass against his morning erection, feeling it grow harder against her.

"Someone's ready for some morning action," she teased, her voice a purr.

He chuckled, his beard tickling her back. "Is that me, or you?"

Anna turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with desire as she kissed his lips through his beard. "Why don't we just say, Us?" she said, her hand reaching down to cup his balls.

"Nice," she said as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, slow and deliberate.

She could feel his pulse in her palm. She stroked him, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head.

Zayid groaned, his eyes opening to half-mast, his gaze locking onto Anna's. She could see the lust in his eyes, the desire, and it turned her on even more. She tightened her grip, her hand sliding up and down his length.

"Fuck me, please."

Anna's voice was barely a whisper, but the desperation in her words was clear. 

Zayid's face was inches from hers, his beard tickling her cheek. "You want it?" he whispered, his voice ragged with desire.

Anna nodded, her eyes locked onto his. 

"You would do anything for it, anything I say?" He asked.

Anna bit her lip, nodding again. 

"Good, you will want it all the time, dependent on it from now on, mine to do as I want and like!" Zayid growled, his beard brushing against her cheek.

Anna looked into his dark eyes; she was so turned on his head was fuzzy, but she knew what he meant, how things were to change.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Zayid's lips curled into a smile. "Good girl, you can have it," 

Anna complied without hesitation, her body aching with desire. She turned onto her side, her ass pushing back as she turned away from him, her pussy dripping with need.

She felt Zayid roll onto his side, wrapping an arm over her; she flinched as she felt his hard cock poke against her.

She let out a sharp gasp as Zayid positioned himself at her entrance, and with absolute ease, he began to push himself inside.

Anna let out another moan, this one long and soft, feeling her filled with his cock; it felt so much fuller, so much more.

He pushed deeper, slow and hard, invading her, claiming her, and Anna loved it.

He started to move, a slow, steady rhythm that made her gasp with each thrust. She was so full, so complete. She could feel every inch of his cock as it slid in and out of her. Her body was consumed with the sensation of him, the feel of him inside her.

"Zayid," Anna whispered, her voice a ragged plea. "You feel so good. So big." She could barely get the words out, her body too focused on the pleasure.

She loved waking up next to him in her bed, him fucking her and using her body.

She couldn't get enough of him; every moment with him felt new and thrilling.

Anna's pussy clenched around his cock as he thrust into her with a steady, powerful rhythm. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her body aching for more.

Zayid reached around her, his hand finding her breast, squeezing and kneading it roughly. "You're fucking mine, aren't you, Anna?" He growled in her ear, his voice thick with lust.

She moaned, the sound muffled against the pillow. "Yes," she gasped, "I'm your greedy slut."

He chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. He pinched her nipple hard, and she cried out, the pleasure at something she didn't like before causing her to gasp and arch her back; she had hated Marie being too rough with her nipples.

"Once I come inside you this time, I own you. You won't question me, ever. You won't ever want to be apart from me. You understand?"

Anna moaned as he bit her ear.

Anna wanted his cum more than anything; she had never wanted anyone or anything so badly before. She felt like she was losing control of herself.

Zayid increased his thrusts, his cock slamming into her with force, her body shaking with each impact. He fucked her like an animal, raw and primal, and Anna loved it. She felt like her pussy was on fire, a delicious, burning ache that made her crave more.

He began to grunt, saliva dripping onto her cheek as he pushed her head onto the pillow; Anna reached out with her tongue to lap at the trail of his spit.

"Take it," he said.

Anna could feel him tense, his cock swelling, filling her completely. She moaned, her fingers digging into the sheets as he thrust, harder and harder, until finally he groaned, his cock pulsing, filling her with his hot seed.

Anna's orgasm rushed over her, her body shuddering, her toes curling, her muscles spasming in delight. She felt every pulsation, every drop, and she moaned, her body convulsing with the intensity of her own pleasure.

He collapsed half on top of her.

Anna panted, her body limp and sated, her pussy still clenching around his softening cock. She loved the feel of him inside her, his hot cum inside her. She wiggled her hips, feeling the slippery mess he had made inside her.

He grunted, his body still heavy on top of hers as she snuggled in.

Anna waited a while before she spoke, her fingers running along the back of his hand.

She didn't want to look at him, fearing he might reject her.

"Zayid, Would you like to... move in with me?" she said tentatively.

"Of course, and I will be moving a friend and family in also to such a lovely home," Zayid told her.

Anna felt a flush; an excitement hovered over her. Zayid was moving in with her; she didn't care who he brought.