Page 13 of Rich Forever: Zo & Remy

His hand made its way underneath the fabric of my dress. His touch was like a flame to my skin as he made his way to my center. Then he looped his finger in the crotch of my thong. He traced slow circles around my clit, causing me to moan and throw my head back in pleasure. He traced slowly at first, then gradually sped up; I whined and arched my back as he teased me.

“Open your eyes, Remy,” He coached, and I did as he said. Slowly, I brought my eyes to meet his.

“You ready to cum for me?” He asked, using his knee to spread my legs wider.

“Y-yeah,” I panted.

His hand moved faster against my clit.

“Ask me for it, baby.” He said through soft kisses.

“Wh-what?” My brows furrowed, half in confusion, half because I was busy chasing the feeling I wanted him to give me.

“Tell me you want me to make you cum, Remy.” He demanded as he switched from rubbing my clit to two fingers inside me, forcing the orgasm out of me.

“I want you to make me cum, Zo,” I whined, and somehow my hand found its way on top of his. Guiding his speed.

“Like this?” He growled against my skin as his fingers did something that made me erupt in less than a millisecond. I moaned loudly as I wet his entire hand and shook against his body.

I fell back against the chair we were sitting on, winded and coming down from an unexplainable high. Then I adjusted thesleeve of my dress and covered my exposed breast. A little shame crept over me as I realized that we were on the balcony and anyone could have been watching us. Did it last long? Absolutely not.

He slid to the edge of the couch we were on, carried me into the room, and placed me at the foot of his bed. He watched me with lustful eyes, then he slowly undressed himself. He stepped out of his shoes and undid his pants. Til this day, the sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor is my favorite thing to hear. His dick sprang from his boxers, and I raised an eyebrow. Impressed wasn’t the word. I was surprised. I don’t know what I expected, but that wasn’t it. His dick was long and thick, had a slight curve, and veins that told me I might be in for a long morning. Then he took off his shirt and completely undressed, as I stood there watching him.

He stalked toward me and grabbed the bottom material of my dress and brought it over my head so fast that the only thing that I had left on were the thongs I had been wearing.

He kissed me again, his hand resting on my neck, causing me to puddle and groan at how dominant he was underneath his nonchalant exterior. My hand found its way between us as I grabbed his dick and stroked it while we kissed. His other hand roamed my body, palming my butt and slapping it lightly.

He pulled away from me and stared at me.

“What?” I asked. I could tell there was something on his mind.

“I want you, Rem, and not just sexually. You always tell me how you want peace from the Mafia. I want to be your peace. The nigga you think about when you're singing all those damn love songs.” He chuckled, causing me to break the moment and start laughing. The words weighed heavily on my heart. Because I didn’t expect him to say them.

Up until now, our bond had been more understood than spoken. He was doing all the things that let me know how hefelt, but he hadn’t quite said it. I was the put up or shut up type of woman. You could talk all day, but what you did meant way more than anything you could tell me. However, in this moment, I would be lying if I said that hearing him say it and being vulnerable didn’t hit differently.

“Zohan, you already are,” I admitted and stood on my tiptoes and placed a single peck on his lips.

He backed me into the bed, and I sat down and slid to the middle. He climbed in behind and trailed kisses all over my body. Zo was quiet, but he was nasty, nasty. He left no part of my body untouched by his mouth. He nibbled on my ears and my neck, kissed over my chest and belly, and even sucked my toes before making it back up to my center, and he started kissing my pussy through the material of my thongs before he ripped those off.

He was between my legs, eating me like Chef P hadn’t just left. He was taking my body to a place I didn’t even think it could go.

“ZO!” I cried out as he applied more pressure on my clit, and I rocked back and forth against his beard. His moans as I came took me over the edge. I whined as I lazily tried to push his head away from me.

He chuckled as he rose on his knees and looked at me. “You need a break, Rem?” He asked as he slowly stroked his dick. As much as I wanted to say yes, my pride would never let me. There was no way that I was about to admit to him that he had me as undone as he did just from his mouth.

It took all my strength to even shake my head “no” and reposition myself in bed, but I did. I got on my knees and leaned forward and licked the tip of his dick, tasting the precum that was waiting for me. Then I ran my tongue from the tip to the base of his dick and took more and more of him into my mouth.

“Shitttt,” He hissed as he slowly started to thrust his hips and slide his dick in and out of my mouth. I tried to relax my throatand take as much of him as I could. He leaned forward and slapped my butt as I pleased him. It turned me up and made me go harder.

“I’m about to nut, baby,” he said after a couple of minutes of me sucking his dick.

I didn’t stop and wait for him. Just went faster, hollowed my jaws, and sucked him harder. He started to moan, and it made me wetter than I already was. As if his praising me and telling me how good I was doing wasn’t enough, his moans with that deep ass voice were going to send me over the edge yet again.

“Rem,” He warned as his pace picked up, and so did the speed of my tongue against his shaft.

Once he realized that I wasn’t going to stop, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged on it firmly. “Oh, so you gone swallow this shit for me?” He asked.

“Mmhmm,” I answered as best I could, with my mouth still full of him.