Can’t. Hold. Back.
My cock pulses, my balls tighten. And I’m still feasting on her slick cunt as I unload.
She makes a choking sound. I find the presence of mind to lift my hips.
My breathing is ragged. Hers is ragged, too… and her cunt’s just right there in front of me glistening.
Cumming didn’t even take the edge off. I need to open her up or my dick’s never going to get in here. I push three fingers into her slick channel, rewarded when she squeezes over them.
That’s going to feel fucking amazing around my cock.
Her fingers close around my cock again, and her tongue swirling around the head before she sucks me down.
“Good girl. Let me open you all up.” I ease her legs wider. My face is close to what I’m doing, giving me the perfect view. These hands are fucking massive. Getting three fingers inside her is a stretch. But I don’t care how much of a strain it is, my dick is going in here.
This isn’t even about faking it for the silent watchers. I just need to be inside her, to claim her, soul to soul.
Chapter Sixteen
Esme
“Good girl. Let me open you all up.”
Heaven help me, those filthy words growled against my pussy are my undoing.
I know what’s coming.
He’s going to fuck me.
I want him to, no hesitation, no fear. I just need to feel him, my Zeb inside me again.
His tongue swirls around my clit. His thick fingers pump in and out. He must decide I’m ready, because suddenly I’m tumbled onto my hands and knees.
My forehead drops to the bedding, and I pant. The danger seems to seep into the edges of my mind from beyond this room. I’m on an Uncorrupted ship. Tomorrow, my future, my life, is one big uncertainty. But here in this space, I’m cocooned from all of that.
I trust this man despite his secrets. I don’t even know what he is. Some kind of government experiment? He feels different. Distinct. He’s a dynamic, I believe, just one I’ve never met before. Did the Copper Virus change him?
It must have.
These considerations feel irrelevant when he’s the ground to which I’m tethered. I understand, in this dark, unfettered moment, that this man, this extraordinary man, would give his life if it meant saving me.
His breathing is a harsh rumble. His hands are on my hips. The body that leans over mine is monstrously huge. His cock, the one I sucked badly—because it doesn’t matter how willing you are if it just doesn’t fit—is even more monstrous than the man.
I’d never been more aware of the fragility of the human flesh, not of my own weakness against his strength, but on a deeper level, how our bodies are merely vessels for our minds and homes for our souls.
The place inside my chest that bloomed for him thrums with contentment despite the tainted environment and uncertainty.
“Do it,” I whisper. “Please.”
His big body blankets mine, his hands cupping my breasts, mauling them a little too roughly, squeezing my nipples until they throb with sweet achy pleasure. His cock rubs against my ass before he shifts and slides it between my legs right against my pussy that’s still sensitive from his mouth.
My eyes remain sealed. I won’t open them again, not until he tells me to.
“So pretty,” he murmurs. “Pretty everywhere.”
This time when his cock slides back and then forward, it snags at my entrance.
A last lingering pinch on my nipples before his hands circle my waist. He grips tight and then pushes… only he doesn’t enter me, just wedges there.
