“Zane,” I choke out. “Oh my God…”
He hums, gripping my thighs tighter, holding me still as he devours me. Long, slow strokes at first, teasing me, tasting me, before his tongue circles my clit with devastating precision.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair, trying to pull him closer, needing more.
He chuckles against me, the vibrations making me shudder. “So needy.”
I barely have time to respond before he sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive bundle of nerves. My back arches off the bed, pleasure crashing over me like a wave.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps licking, sucking, his fingers digging into my thighs as he eats me like a man starved.
I can feel the tension coiling, tightening, winding tighter and tighter until?—
“Zane, I—I’m gonna?—”
“Come for me, Mia,” he growls, sucking my clit hard.
And I do. My entire body locks up, then shatters. I cry out his name as I come undone beneath his mouth.
Zane groans, lapping up every drop before finally pulling back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark and heated as he looks down at me.
“Fuck, Mia,” he whispers, climbing back up my body, his cock pressing hot and hard against my still-throbbing core. “I need to be inside you.”
“Then do it,” I whisper, reaching between us to shove his sweatpants down.
He doesn’t hesitate. One quick, rough yank, and his cock springs free, thick and hard and already leaking. My breath catches at the sheer size of him, my body clenching in anticipation.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice strained, his forehead pressed against mine.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please, Zane.”
That’s all he needs.
He grips my thighs, lines himself up, and in one smooth thrust, he’s inside me, stretching me, filling me completely.
We both groan, the sensation overwhelming.
“Jesus, Mia,” he grits out, his fingers digging into my hips. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I can’t speak. I can barely breathe. He feels so good, so big.
Zane pulls back slowly, then thrusts in again, deeper this time. His forehead drops to my shoulder as he groans, his entire body trembling.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “I’m not gonna last.”
“Then don’t,” I whisper, wrapping my legs around him, pulling him closer. “Just—please?—”
He growls, then starts moving, his thrusts deep and powerful, rocking me into the mattress. Each stroke hits a spot inside me that makes me see stars.
I clutch his back, nails digging into his muscles, meeting every thrust, chasing the pleasure spiraling higher and higher.
“Come with me,” he groans, his movements turning erratic. “Come for me again, Mia.”
His hand slides between us, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing tight, fast circles.
The pleasure slams into me so hard, I nearly scream.
Zane follows with a low, guttural groan, his hips jerking as he comes deep inside me, his entire body shuddering against mine.
