Screaming his name. Grinding against his face. My whole body convulsing.
He didn’t stop. Just kept working me until I was boneless.
Finally, he stood, his face glistening, his eyes wild.
“That’s one. But I’m not done with you.”
He yanked his shirt off and I finally got to see all of him. Tattoos everywhere. Pure muscle and power.
He shoved his jeans down and his dick sprang free. Thick. Long. Perfect.
“Like what you see?”
“Come here and let me taste it.”
His eyes flashed. “Fuck, Goddess.”
I slid off the counter, dropping to my knees. His hand tangled in my hair immediately.
I wrapped my hand around his shaft, feeling the heat, the weight. Then I licked the tip, tasting the precum already there.
“Shit,” he hissed.
I took him in my mouth, as much as I could, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard.
“Zahara, fuck?—”
I worked him with my mouth and hand, loving the sounds he made. The way his hips started thrusting. The way he was losing control.
“Stop,” he said, pulling me off. “Stop or I’m gonna come down your throat and I need to be inside you for that.”
He lifted me back onto the counter, positioning himself between my thighs. His dick pressed against my entrance, hot and thick.
“I don’t have a condom,” he said, his jaw clenched. “Tell me to stop.”
I should have, but I needed him more than air.
“Don’t stop. Just—please.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
He thrust into me in one hard stroke, stretching me, filling me completely.
“Fuck!” we both groaned.
“You feel—” He couldn’t finish. Just started moving, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. “So fucking good. So tight.”
“Harder,” I demanded. “Fuck me harder.”
His hips thrusted, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the kitchen.
“This what you wanted?” he growled. “My dick deep inside you, fucking you raw?”
“Yes! God, yes!”
His hand came down on my ass, making me cry out. “Say my name.”
