I open wide and take Zane into my mouth, my lips stretching around his girth as my tongue swirls over the underside.
His twitching hands finally tangle in my hair and a second later, his fingers tighten to guide me deeper.
Cheeks hollowed, I take him deep at the first try, as far as I can, letting my tongue and my throat flutter around the tip. A guttural groan tears from his chest, his hips jerking forward, pushing himself further into my mouth.
“Oh fuck, yes. Just like that, you gorgeous beauty,” he rasps, his voice rough with need.
I close my hand around his remaining girth and moan around him as I begin topump. Pump. Pump.
“Sweet fucking hell, you do that so well. Another inch, baby. Take another inch. Just a little more, you can do— Ah, fuck, yes!” He shouts as the vibration makes his cock twitch.
My free hand grips the base harder, stroking what I can’t fit, my nails scraping lightly over his skin. He’s so big, so much, and the way he fills my mouth, the way he controls my movements with just the pressure of his hands?
It makes me wetter, makes my clit throb with every breath I take through my nose.
I’m moaning and writhing my hips, eager to fuck but eager to give him pleasure. My eyes water as I smash my face harder on his dick, moan in delight when I feel a spurt of pre-cum coat the back of my throat.
"Enough," he grunts suddenly, pulling me off him with a wet pop.
His cock glistens with my saliva, the tip flushed dark with arousal. And before I can even catch my breath, his hands are under my arms, hauling me to my feet. Then I’m airborne, my back hitting the bed with a soft bounce.
The cool sheets against my bare skin sends shivers through me, tightening my nipples to harder points.
Zane looms over me, chest heaving, eyes black with desire.
I realize the custom-made bed is elevated just right for cock to pussy positioning. And when he steps between my parted thighs, my heart pounds, my body arching toward him instinctively, even as my mind spins with the sheer intensity of him.
"I’ve wanted this every second of every hour since I saw you,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble as he drags his black jeansdown his lean hips and levers his hard, mouthwatering body over mine, caging me beneath him.
His fingers trace the edge of the apron, the only thing still covering me, before he raises the fabric baring my soaked pussy to his zealous gaze.
“And look at you, wearing this prissy little apron while you’re so fucking wet for me.” He toys with the frilled edge of the fabric as his gaze devours my spread cunt. “Are you ready to serve the prettiest pussy in the world to me, baby?”
My thighs seem to spread wider of their own accord, restless hunger prowling through me. “Take it. Please take it, don’t make me wait.”
His smirk is lined with very arrogant approval.
But even as his cock jerks eagerly against my inner thigh where it rests heavily, he doesn’t grant my wish.
Instead his fingers trail up my belly to cup one breast, squeezing it hard to the point of pain. Then he raises it to his mouth.
Zane looks me straight in the eye as he licks it slowly, then, when I’m whimpering he blows on it. Licks. Blows. Licks.
Then he grazes it with his teeth.
Liquid heat gushes between my legs, dripping down to dampen the sheets. We both smell it and his eyes clamp shut.
“Fuck, I love the smell of this needy cunt,” he groans.
He repeats the torture on my other breast and nipple, until my nails dig into his arms. Until I call fuck it and direct one hand between my legs.
He spots the motion and he eyes flare with fire. “You fucking touch that pussy and I’ll spank you until you sob for your mama.”
I freeze at the feral intent behind his words. “Fuck me, then. Please, Zane.”
His nostrils flare once. Twice.
Then he’s reaching behind him, into his pocket. The condom is between his teeth in the next breath and he’s sheathing himself in another.
