“I’ll be good,” I whisper, resigning myself to giving him total control. For now.
“Liar.”
“I’ll try to be good.” I peek over my shoulder to see he has dropped down to one knee, his attention between my thighs. A rush of heat fills my cheeks. I shouldn’t be shy because it’s not like he hasn’t seen me before.
“Spread those thighs wider for me, sweetness.” His finger dips between the folds of my sex. “Show me this pretty pussy that needs me.”
I suck in a breath at his filthy words, parting my legs for him more. “That’s my sweet girl.” Z’s fingers delve between my folds, stroking my clit. My ass lifts off the bed.
“I’m sorry, I can’t control it.” I feel him shift his hand, leaving where I need it most. “I said—” I stop talking when he grips my hips, lifting me partly off the bed before burying his face between my thighs.
“Fuck, you taste good. I’ll never get enough,” he mumbles against my sex as his lips lock around my clit, sucking, his tongue flicking back and forth. I’m too keyed up. I ignite, my orgasm bursting through my body. I cry out his name, my body jerking.
Z keeps going, licking and sucking up every drop. His tongue continues to work my clit. He doesn’t stop until I’m going offagain. I bury my face into the comforter as I cry out from the pure pleasure before my body goes lax except for my legs, which are shaking.
“Need you,” I vaguely hear Z say before I flip over onto my back with him coming down over me. He yanks at the top of my dress, exposing my breasts to him, the fabric no match for him. The ripping sound is loud in the room. It only heightens my arousal.
Z’s mouth latches on to my nipple, grazing it with his teeth, then he goes for the other. I watch as he sucks, his hand slipping down between us, undoing his pants.
He releases my nipple, pushing up onto one arm, looming over me. His eyes lock with mine as he guides his cock to my entrance. Holy hell, this is hot.
“No,” I tell him, fighting a smirk.
“It’s too late. It’s already mine.” Z sinks inside of me. I gasp as his cock fills me to the hilt.
"You're too big." I grip his shoulders.
"Your tight little cunt will take all of me." He pulls out, trusting back in. "This pussy was made to take my cock." He starts to move in and out of me. His strokes are slow and teasing. "When I'm done, it will be molded only for me."
"Your mouth is terrible," I lie, loving every single dirty word that comes out of it.
"I'll remember you said that," he says, taking my mouth in a kiss, his body pressing fully into mine. I love his weight on top of me, feeling all of him as his cock works in and out of me.
"Z." I gasp when the kiss breaks. A wave of emotion overcomes me.
"I know." He presses his mouth against mine. "You're with me."
"Yes," I moan on the edge of another orgasm. "Don't stop."
"Never." His dark gaze is intent, locking me under it.
A moment later, my release hits me hard. I cry out his name as I ride the wave of pleasure flooding through my body. Z lets out a loud groan, his hips jerking as he falls over the edge with me, his warm release spilling inside of me once again. There had never even been a thought about protection from either of us. Not that it matters at this point. I think a bun is already in the oven.
Our heavy breathing fills the room. My eyes are starting to fall closed.
“Sweetness.” Z’s mouth grazes my ear. “Not done with you yet.”
“I can’t.”
“You will,” he vows, and me and my body obey.
Z feasts and consumes all of me over and over until I’m screaming his name and begging him for sweet mercy.
Chapter Twelve
Z
Iwent too hard on her. I brush a piece of Cosima's golden hair out of her face, wanting to see her. She sleeps peacefully next to me. I know she’s going to be sore tomorrow. My fucking cock grows hard thinking of how many times I’d made her come, how many times I came inside her.
