Zainab's POV
I knew it was him immediately he spoke my name. No one said it like he did. Pronouncing every syllable like a ritual, like it was an ancient chant. All this years later and I could still feel his love for him in his voice.
He gripped my hips as he slams into me. It hurts but also feels good. I can’t catch my breath. Between his d**k in my ass and the vibrator in my p***y, I’m having trouble focusing.
At first, it felt like I needed to go to the bathroom. My body wanted me to push against it, to refuse him. But then he started to move and Goddamn, fu*ck if it didn’t feel good. Immediately I was sure he was the one, I knew exactly what I needed him to do. It was all so fu*cking surreal that I met him here.
“Do you feel how deep in your ass I am, Zainab?” he growls in my ear.
