Her eyes were fierce and drunk with intense desire. “No, you’re not.”
I smirked and tugged on my oversized shirt. “Take it off,” I growled into her neck. “I want to see you.”
She raised her arms above her head, and I helped her ease the shirt off her body. The soft material dropped noiselessly beside her hip.
Heavy lids, a swollen mouth, hard nipples flushed pink. I bent and took one in my mouth and licked it once before sucking hard enough to hurt.
Her hips bucked in an involuntary spasm, and her pelvis hit mine.
The gasp that escaped from her lips was more of a strangled cry. I took a second to find my way through the sudden jolt of electricity and burst of intense pleasure around my cock to realize I was inside her pussy.
Almost, anyway.
She resisted by an inch or two.
But I’d broken through, and almost groaned at how heavenly she felt wrapped around me.
Her nails pierced my naked upper arms, digging into the skin and muscle.
“Deeper,” she whispered.
Her request echoed my thoughts, but the innermost part of me that didn’t want to hurt her had to ask:
“You sure you can take it?”
She flushed bright red, and her head fell back as I drew out halfway and thrust gently into her slick little cunt.
“Yes.Please. Deeper, baby.”
My jaw went hard, and my stomach tensed down to where our bodies joined.
Zoella and I had fucked a lot before, countless times—everywhere. But never in my life had I felt anything like this.
Every inch of her was made for me, from my cock to her pussy. It was specifically crafted to fill her until her pretty eyes rolled back in her head and she begged for relief.
Roughly, I dragged her off the counter and slammed her back against a wall, knocking the air out of her lungs.
I braced my knee and fucked her in short, shallow strokes to help her adjust to my size.
She squirmed, and the pink flush on her cheeks was the prettiest fucking thing I’d ever seen in weeks.
I buried my face against her chest, mumbling against her tight pink nipples straining from her breasts. “I fucking love you, baby.”
I thrust all the way in and paused, waiting for her to say it back.
Her lashes fluttered. “Why did you stop?”
“I said I love you, Zoella.”
She cupped my cheeks tenderly and placed a feather-light kiss beside my lips. “And it’s so sweet that you won’t move until I say it back, right?”
“Right.”
“Then, I won’t say it untilafteryou move.”
I brushed back her long hair and gathered it in my fist. “Is this a power tussle? If it is, you know I’m in charge. I’ve always been. And youknowyou want me to fuck you so hard, you’ll barely feel your legs after in done with you.”
Her lips trembled, and the corners tugged up in a small smile.
