Page 18 of After Hours
“The end of what?” she whispered.
He reached over and tapped one finger to her temple. Once. Again. “Him. In here.” He held her gaze, hard. “We’re going to fuck, he’s going to be gone, and anything that happens after that is yours. Only yours. You understand?”
She sucked in a breath that sounded a little too close to a sob, but he was okay with that. Tears didn’t scare him. On the contrary.
“I understand,” she said, her voice little more than a breath.
He was good with that, too.
Zachary moved closer, bent down, then hauled her up and off her feet. He held her there, high against his chest, until she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Only then did ease his grip and slide his hands down to her hips. Then over the curve of her sweet ass so he could delve into that soft, hot slit between as she wrapped herself around him.
He held her like that, pleased to feel how wet her pussy was. How silky sweet she’d already gotten for him, because she’d need it. She was built narrow and he was a big man.
And he had every intention of making sure that she took all of him.
“You’re not going to say a single word,” he told her then, in a gravelly tone. “Unless it’s the wordstop. You can make noise. You can cry, scream, sob. You can dig your fingers into me. Bite me if you want. But no words, Romily.”
His voice was stern and he could feel the rush of wet heat that caused.
So he continued. “The only thing you have to think about this is cock, and how it’s going to split you in half.”
She shuddered at that, already halfway there, and he grinned as he lowered her down and finally nudged his way into the slick heat of her pussy.
He did that a little while, another indulgence, drinking in the way she shuddered and squirmed, as if she couldn’t decide if she was trying to get closer or farther away from him. And then, when she was moving against him in a way he found cute tonight— though it might have invited a punishment at another time— he found that slick entrance, spread her thighs even wider, and began working his way in.
She was even tighter than he’d imagined. So astonishingly tight. Tight and hot and slick and he took his time, bringing her down a little further, inch by inch. Then lifting her again, likehe could do it all night. Like he could keep this slow push and retreat forever.
Like it wasn’t testing him at all, feeling her clench so hard around him, like a plush little fist.
He heard her breathing go ragged. He could see the way her pulse thundered in her neck.
And he could feel that answering roar in him.
Slowly, slowly, Zachary fucked his way in deep. And he kept going until she was slicked with a fine sheen of perspiration, her head tipped forward with her mouth on his shoulder, making low and guttural groans that seemed to wire directly into him, lighting him up.
She was even more electric than he’d imagined.
Maybe later he would have to take a look at that. Maybe later he would have to do a lot of things, but he couldn’t let himself think about that now. Not now, with Romily such a sweet, soft weight in his arms and her lush pussy clenched so tight and well around him.
When he was not a small man.
He seated himself inside her, all the way to the root, and he waited. For her breath to settle a little. For her to recover a little bit while he filled her so completely.
For her to adjust to him, the way he could tell she needed to.
And she did, brave little thing that she was, panting it out against his shoulder. He felt her make a hundred tiny shifts to accommodate him and as she did, he could feel her relax around his cock, making everything that much hotter.
Then, almost as if she couldn’t help herself, she blew out a breath and lifted up her head to look him in the eye.
Bolder than she thought, his little bird.
That was when he began to move.
And he wasn’t gentle. He wasn’tsweet.He gripped her ass hard and then he moved her up and down on his cock, like a sex toy.
Zachary knew exactly how strong he was, and exactly how to move her so that he could hit her everywhere it felt good and deep and right there on the verge of too much—as long as itfelt.
Again and again and again.
