I grin, rip the foil packet with my teeth and make light work of the rubber. Her eyes dip to watch me roll it on with fascination, but something else lingers there — worry? “You’re gonna be fine,” I reassure her.
“You’re so big, Z.”
“It’ll only hurt for a second.”
She rolls her eyes but yelps when I pick her up savagely, my lips crashing against hers, and she wraps her legs around me.
“Let’s set this barn on fire,” she whispers, then adds, “Not literally, just figuratively.”
“Do you ever stop talkin’?” I don’t wait for her to answer as we get lost in each other. I guide her back to the barn wall, needing the stability to do what I need to do.
My tongue finds hers and I grip my cock, sliding the tip through her wet heat as she shudders under my touch. I tap my throbbing head against her clit, and she grips me harder. Bitingdown on her bottom lip, she groans. “Give me one more, then you can have my dick,” I tell her.
“Zane, I-I can’t…”
“Yes, you can, I see that color rise in your cheeks. You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you,Manhattan?”
“What if I have? What are you gonna do about it,Lawless?”
I spank her bare ass and she yelps. “You think you can take this?”
“Y-yes.”
“You don’t sound so sure.”
“I’m sure.” She presses her ass back against me, trying to impale me.
I laugh, nipping her neck lightly. “You’re a very impatient girl, you know that? Maybe I should put you over my knee first.”
“Don’t you dare,” she scolds. “Hurry, Z, I need it.”
I breathe in the intoxicating scent of her cotton candy smelling hair, and then I rub my cock against her clit until she’s withering against my body, her nails gripping my ass as she comes all over my tip. I don’t wait, moving to her entrance, and even though I want to slide right into her hot, slick pussy, I know I can’t be the brute I want to be.
I’m big, and that’s not even me being a jerk.
“You’re so…” she trails off with a moan as I slide another inch. “My god, that feels so perfect.”
“You can take it, Princess.” I slide in and out, only halfway inside her, my eyes rolling back into my head at how perfect she feels around me.
“Zane!”
Her words are my undoing, and on my next hip press, I thrust all the way in.
She cries out, her fingernails digging in as I stop, hip to hip. I’m so deep.
“Feel how well we fit?” I pinch her chin as she opens her eyes. “Are you oka?—”
“Don’t stop,” she whispers. “Zane, don’t you dare stop.”
I pull out, then slowly thrust back in. I grunt, my head swimming as she grips me like a vice. “That’s it, takin’ me so well, baby, we fit like a fuckin’ glove.”
“I-I, oh god, fuck, I’m coming, Z—” She throws her head back and I ride it home. Sadie’s hair is a mess, her cheeks red, her skin clammy, and she’s never looked so goddamn perfect. I adore her. I’d love her even more if she were in my bed, but I can’t leave Zeus all alone, not tonight.
I need more, so much more. My tongue finds hers as we cling to one another, my hips pistoning faster as she wraps her arms around my neck. We’re one. Completely and utterly. Mind, body and soul.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Sadie.”
“Not so grumpy now, are we?” she muses.
