One finger very quickly turns into two, and before long, he’s stretching me mercilessly with three thick digits, my cock leaking all over my abs; I can barely take it.
After what feels like an eternity, he pulls his fingers out, lathering his thick length before lining himself up. He pushes inside and my chest swells, head soaring. The fullness he gives me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I feel complete, like he’s the missing puzzle piece I’ve been needing.
Zeke bottoms out, his pelvis flush with my ass, and he gives me a moment to adjust, using the time to stroke me and make me cry out. I’m so sensitive, my cock like a hair-trigger; one small move and I’ll bust.
“You feel so good wrapped around me, baby,” he coos, hips starting to move slowly, rocking into me in languid strokes.
I fucking love when he calls me his little slut—it makes me fucking feral—but there’s something about him calling me baby that makes me melt into a fucking puddle for him. It feels intimate as fuck, like he’s letting me see a rare, vulnerable side of him. Letting me see how much I truly mean to him.
“Harder,” I beg, the single word coated in gravel.
Holding on to my headboard, he leans down, hand cracking against the side of my face before he grips my chin between his fingers. “You’ll get what I give you, little slut.” His thumb slides into my mouth. My tongue wraps around it, lips closing as I suck. A deep groan rumbles from his chest. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes, daddy.” It’s muffled, his finger still in my mouth, but it must be good enough for him because he pulls out to the tip before plunging back in, setting up a merciless pace. My eyes roll back, jaw slack as he pounds into me, the sound reverberating through the room. Sweet sweat shared between us mixes with the intoxicating scent of him, driving me wild in the very best way.
The rhythmic way Zeke slides in and out of my body is maddening. As is the way his muscles bunch with each and every rough, unforgiving thrust, the way the veins in his forearms cord and bulge as he holds my legs to my chest, and the way my mouth waters with the need to lick the perspiration that lines his forehead.
I want all of him.Every last part.
Zeke’s hand leaves my face, sliding down and wrapping around my throat. His fingers squeeze both sides, cutting off my air just enough to make my head feel light and dizzy as I inch closer to coming. He squeezes a little more, and I throw my head back. My lungs beg for reprieve, but the high he’s giving me is hard to deny.
He lets up, and I suck in gulps of air, stars dancing behind my lids. Wrapping a hand around my cock, I hiss as he pumps me in time with him. “You gonna come, my little slut?”
I nod. More whimpering. Apparently, I’ve been reduced to pathetic noises in place of words with him right now.
“Let me see it,” he orders. “Let me see this pretty fucking cock erupt all over my hand.
As if his words pull the trigger, my balls tighten up into my body as I do just that. “Oh,fuck!” My release barrels through me, muscles tightening as pleasure pours through me in radiating waves.
“That’s it, dámelo,” he growls as his movements get jerky. The blunt tips of his nails dig into the meaty flesh of my inner thigh as he stills, spilling inside me with a thunderous roar. The muscles and tendons in his neck flex as he works himself through his orgasm.
There’s nothing sexier than watching Zeke lose control.
***
After we had sex, we took a shower together, taking our time cleaning one another, exploring each other’s bodies, and just soaking in the connection. We’re lying in bed now, naked, the curtains drawn, and the window open as we listen to the rain patter against the roof. My head is on his chest, the steady sound of his heartbeat relaxing me fully.
“Where do we go from here?” I ask softly, after the silence becomes too much and the questions circling my mind become too loud.
“I don’t know,” he admits, his chest vibrating against my ear. “But wherever it is, we go together.”
His answer causes my throat to tighten. It’s notreallyan answer, but it’s real. It’s him wanting to be with me, regardless of how it turns out, and it’s all I could ask for.
“Are you sure this is worth it to you?” The question leaves a sour taste on my tongue, and knots twist painfully in my gut. “Are you sure I’m worth it? It seems like I’ve caused so much destruction in your life since walking into it.”
Zeke hooks his finger under my chin, forcing my gaze to connect with his. “Don’t you ever ask me that question again, Elias.” The deep baritone sends chills down my spine, and I bite down on the inside of my cheek to stifle the whimper I know wants to escape. “You areeverything, you hear me? You are more than worth it, and I never want you to question yourself like that again.”
My heart thrashes in my chest, butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.
When I don’t respond, he growls, “Do you understand me?”
I nod. “Yes, daddy.”
His pupils dilate, but instead of ravaging me, like I know he wants to, he simply dips his head, capturing my lips in the sweetest, most passionate kiss I think I’ve ever experienced, before pulling me tighter against his side.
We fall asleep like that, and by the time I wake in the morning, we’re still curled up together. We didn’t move apart the entire night.
Chapter Forty-Three
