But he's not done. Not even close.
His breath hitches as my body grips him.
"Christ, your pussy's squeezing my fingers like it never wants to let go." he growls, his fingers still buried deep inside me, his tongue working my clit relentlessly.
I'm reduced to a whimpering mess, my body trembling uncontrollably. "Zach, please," I beg, my voice cracking. "I need more... I need you."
His eyes darken as he looks up at me, lips glistening. "Oh yeah? You want my cock inside you, don't you?" he growls. "Is that sweet pussy of yours hungry for me?"
"God, yes," I moan desperately. "Please, Zach, I need you inside me now."
He shakes his head slowly, that wicked smile spreading across his face. "Not yet, baby. I need one more from you first."
Before I can protest, his mouth is on me again, his tongue circling my oversensitive clit while his fingers curl inside me, finding that perfect spot.
My mind doesn't just fragment — it explodes into pure sensation. It's like someone pulled the pin on a grenade inside my chest. I'm drowning, burning, unraveling all at once, every nerve ending flaring so violently it feels like my whole body is made of electric fire.
"Come for me again," he commands against my flesh. "Let me feel you fall apart."
And I do. Somehow, he drags another orgasm out of me, this one even more intense than the last, leaving me utterly spent, my body quivering, my pussy pulsing around his fingers.
When he finally pulls back, his face glistening with my cream, he looks up at me with that same feral grin. "Fuck, you're perfect," he growls.
I'm a fucking wreck, but I don't care. All I care about is him, his body pressed against mine, his cock hard and ready against my thigh.
"Zach," I murmur against his lips, my voice shaky but desperate. "Fuck me. Please."
"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you, baby," he growls, his voice dripping with promise. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll forget your fucking name."
And he does.
He crawls over me like a man possessed, his mouth crashing down on mine with desperate hunger. I moan against his lips as I taste myself there—sweet, tangy, mixed with the lingering sweetness of whipped cream.
His tongue invades my mouth, demanding and filthy.
"You ready for me?" he pants against my lips, his cock already pressing hot and hard against my entrance. "Ready to take all of me?"
"Yes," I gasp as he trails open-mouthed kisses along my jaw. "God, yes."
I'm drenched in sweat, the air thick with desperation and raw, unbridled lust. Zach’s lips are trailing down my neck, his teeth scraping against my pulse point, making me whimper.
My skin is slick with arousal, and the sound of my ragged breathing fills the space between us. His hands are greedy, fingers curling around my tits with a possessive grip that makes my nipples harden instantly, pebbling under his touch.
Then, he pulls away slightly—just enough to drive me fucking insane—but his cock doesn’t stop pounding into me, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. My wet heat clenches around him, greedy for every inch, and I can feel the filthiest, most sinful slickness pooling between my thighs.
"You like that, don't you, baby?" he growls, his voice thick with lust. "You like being marked, being claimed."
"Yes! I want more!"
He looks down at me with a wicked grin, his eyes dark with hunger, and reaches for the can of whipped cream that laydiscarded on the bed. With a growl, he uncaps it using his teeth, the sound sharp and primal, while his other hand never stops kneading my breast, squeezing and pinching like he wants to fucking own me.
"You're mine, Caroline," he rasps. "Every fucking part of you."
Our position is obscenely hot—Zach’s muscular frame looming over me, his abs taut, his cock buried to the hilt inside my trembling pussy.
He squirts the whipped cream directly onto my nipple, the cold sensation making me gasp and arch my back. My tit looks like the peak of the fucking Swiss Alps, the cream slick and glistening under the dim light.
Without hesitation, he dives in, his tongue lapping at the sinful concoction, swirling around my nipple before sucking it into his mouth with a filthiness that makes my toes curl. His teeth graze my sensitive flesh, biting just hard enough to make me scream his name.
