I grabbed her waist and fucked her harder, and tipped my head back as I groaned when the sound of our slick skin slapping together met my ears.
Zaira made me wild. She turned me into a version of myself that was unexpectedly new, yet thankfully embraceable.
That woman didn’t just make my dick hard, but she also made my heart soar and my soul do a fucking ballet whenever she was near. The kind of effect she had on me was one I thought I’d honestly never get to experience, but now that I had her and had had the honor of knowing her, falling for her, I didn’t know how else to live my life.
“Up, come on,” I said to her.
She lifted herself, and yelped when I pulled her flush against my chest. “Fuck yeah, babe,” she moaned when I pushed myself deeper inside her. “God, don’t stop.” She placed the back of her head on my left shoulder.
I gently wrapped the fingers of my right hand around her throat. “How badly do you wanna come, Zaira?” I asked against her ear as I continued to fuck her.
She whimpered. “So bad,” she breathed.
I could feel her pulse against the pad of my thumb, and for some reason, it turned me on even more.
“Show me how desperately you wanna come all over my cock,” I said to her.
“Asshole,” she spat, and then started rocking her hips in time with my movements.
I chuckled and ever so slightly tightened my hold on her throat. “I love how your pussy wraps around me, baby.” I nipped at her lobe. “And I fucking love how you taste on my tongue.” I sucked on the skin below her ear, which made her hiss.
“So you remembered the hickey thing, huh?” she questioned breathlessly. She cupped the back of my head with one hand, and bunched the hem of my jacket with the other.
I licked her now-bruised skin. “Of course I did.”
She shifted her head so that our lips were merely an inch from the other’s. “Make me come, Underwood,” she said when our eyes met.
I grinned. “You got it.” I took her lips in a kiss, and used my free hand to stroke her swollen clit.
Zaira moaned against my mouth, and I felt her clenching around me a second before she orgasmed. She broke the kiss and groaned my name as she continued to rock against my cock and my hand.
I pressed my forehead to hers just as my spine numbed and my gut clenched. My thrusts turned rough, and as I roared her name and came inside her, I swear on my balls I saw stars.
Zaira smiled lazily at me. “That was hot,” she slurred.
“That’s one word for it.” I gave her a long kiss. “You’rehot.”
She laughed. “You know I–”
The loud ringing of my landline stopped her.
I huffed and pulled out of Zaira before carefully leaning forward and pressing the speaker button. “Yes.”
“Hey, boss,” came Sage’s smug voice. “I’m sorry to burst your hyperactive sexual bubble, but Mr. Henley is here. I’ve asked him to sit in the waiting room for now, but I’m not sure that’ll work for long. He isn’t one to ‘be a part of a queue’, he told me. So you better hurry up if you wanna secure that deal with him.” The line went dead.
“Wow.” Zaira placed a hand over her mouth and laughed.
I scratched the side of my neck. “This Mr. Henley guy and his scented underwear are going to be the death of me,” I grumbled.
She laughed more. “This is absolute gold.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah; make fun of my misery.”
She pouted. “Aww.” She gave me a sound kiss. “Let’s clean up so that you can go have your meeting.”
I smiled. “Okay.” I shifted and bent to pull my underwear and pants up, but stopped midway and whipped my head at Zaira when she slapped my…ass.
“What was that for?”
She grinned wickedly as she pushed her skirt down her thighs. “You get what you give, my love. You get what you give.”
My lips twitched. “Fair enough.” I pulled up my underwear and pants but kept the latter unzipped. My eyes then landed on Zaira’s panty on the floor. With a smirk, I quickly snatched it and brought it to my nose. “Mm, I’m keeping this.” I pocketed the lacy little thing and winked at her.
She pushed back her glasses as she rocked on her feet. “You know what, Gallan?” she asked.
I took a step towards her and leaned in so that our lips brushed. “What?”
Zaira slowly bit down at my bottom lip. “You’re a dirty mother-trucker,” she whispered. “And a dangerous one, too.”
I grinned against her mouth. “Oh, babe; I know.” I kissed her. “I know.”
