“Yes. More. Please, more.” She buries her face in the side of my neck as we grind away. Her slick, lithe body is as stunning as it was on stage, but right now she’s all mine.
I growl as I get close. I tighten my grip on her globes and pull her forward, spreading those ass cheeks. She cries out, and her hot tunnel spasms around me. I thrust in short, hard jerks until I’m spilling cum into her throbbing pussy.
“So good,” she pants. “So, so good.”
I twist a hand in her hair and pull her head back. I find her mouth with mine and kiss her hard, my tongue fully penetrating her mouth. She clings to me. Her body gets it, even if her mind doesn’t yet. She’s mine to fuck whenever and however I want.
And she’s going to stay mine.
Chapter Eight
Zoe
I’ve convinced Connor to let me return home, but as he glances around my apartment, he seems on the verge of changing his mind.
“Are you going?” I ask as he circles the living room.
“Are you in a rush for me to leave?” he returns.
“I need to shower and then work some more on my presentation. If you want to, you can call me later?”
He smiles. It makes him look his age, which is twenty-seven. Most of the time, he’s so serious that along with his dangerous reputation, he seems more than six years older than I am.
He strides over, taking my face in his hands. “Why don’t you pack your bag with some fresh clothes and come home with me?”
“I told you why. I want to see Rachel. She’ll come here, but she can’t come to your place.”
He takes a fistful of my hair into his hand. I want to stop him because it’s stiff and full of product, but that doesn’t seem to matter to him as he rubs it between his fingers, then uses it to pull my head back. He kisses my throat and then my mouth.
“Rachel’s fine, but no one else in here tonight. You hear me?”
“I’m not planning to have a party, C.”
“Not what I asked.”
His voice is so dominant, shades of when we had sex earlier come rushing back. My pussy, which loves that side of him, throbs. Deep in my core I’m still wet from coming and from his cum inside me. A flush heats up my face for a moment as I lick my lips.
