Chapter 15
Zoe moaned.
Having already experienced one major orgasm courtesy of her fake baby daddy, she was gearing up for number two. Going without, for just a few days, had left both of them raging to have each other. Once sated, they’d succumbed to what should have been a short nap. Zoe had woken before he did, in the middle of the night, feeling warm and loved in the shelter of his arms.
But was that love coming from her or him? Or both of them?
Gavin hadn’t let her dwell on the answer. Instead, he’d tied her up using her pink tights—fetish much?—and set out to destroy her sanity. Her arms spread wide, her legs as well since he’d settled between them, all their important parts aligned, she could only lay supplicant while he teased with a mouth that never quit. He stroked her belly while he sucked her nipples into tight peaks.
“Gavin, come on.” She squirmed, ready for him right now.
“I love your tits. They’re the perfect handful.” He of course measured, squeezing and petting. And torturing her with pleasure. “Not too big or too small. Jussttt right.”
She nearly laughed. But he teethed her nipple again. “Okay, baby bear. You had your fun time. Now fuck me.”
He kissed his way down her belly, and she felt his grin against her skin. “What a mouth on you. It’s no wonder your brother couldn’t keep his inmate hands off you.”
“Stop,” she moaned. “That’s just”—her breath hitched—“gross.”
“And to think, you don’t even have a brother.” He chuckled, then shifted to devote his full attention between her thighs. He sucked her clit and licked her, sliding hands up her thighs.
“Gavin, please.”
He continued to go down on her, adding his fingers. First one, then two, into her slick, hot sex. He pumped in time with his mouth, until she writhed, on the cusp of orgasm.
“I’m so close. Oh please, Gavin, in me,” she rasped, not sure she could wait.
He moved in a blur, one moment licking her, the next pushing that thick, long cock inside her. All the way, so very deep. She stared into his eyes as her body clamped down on him.
“Yeah, come, baby. Come hard,” he growled and thrust faster, harder.
Her climax took her breath away, as did the intensity of his expression as he rode into an explosion of ecstasy and affection.
“Coming in you. Oh fuck.” He shoved one final time and swore again, giving her everything as they lay joined, face-to-face, heart-to-heart, their bodies completely in tune.
He moaned and gave a few more short thrusts before stilling completely, wrung dry.
She could only lie there, trying to breathe while her brain reset.
After a moment, he untied her hands but remained joined with her.
“That was…” He sighed, then kissed her. “Incredible.”
“Yes.” She wrapped her arms around him, stroking the base of his neck and sending him into shivers. Smiling, Zoe confessed, “It’s always better when you’re inside me when I come.”
He nodded. “I know. Me too.”
They stared at each other.
“I don’t want to go,” he said softly. “Is that bad?”
“Is it bad I don’t want you to go?”
His relieved smile made her fall that much harder. Zoe had a bad feeling she seriously loved Gavin Donnigan.
But then his smile faded. “Zoe, I want to stay over tonight. But, well, I have issues.”
“Issues?” Probably a discussion they should have when he wasn’t buried inside her. “Maybe we should clean up.”
