I close my eyes and concentrate on the feel of him between my lips. I stroke and suckle him, worshipping him, kneeling between his legs and coaxing long, low moans from him. I let go of all my concerns about his identity. In this moment, there’s only me and this man and the hard flesh in my mouth.
I can feel the need building in him as if I am the one being pleasured. Every muscle in his body draws taut, and he almost hums with the intensity of his desire. The thought of pleasuring him so much makes me grow hot and moist between my legs.
“Oh, fuck,” he growls, his body jerking slightly, and before I know what’s happening, he sits up, jerking me against him, then he cups my buttock and lifts me onto him with a deft roll of his hips.
I gasp as the pleasure radiates through me, my nipples beading hard and tight against his chest. I start to ride him, the movements awkward at first but soon, I find a rhythm…slow and steady. The light dusting of crisp hair on his chest is an unbearable stimulation. My core aches, begging for the hard-driving thrust of his cock.
My nails rake his back from shoulder to hips. He arches into the rough caress with a low growl that seems to emanate from deep within his chest.
“Again,” he orders gruffly, his breathing heavy.
Surging upward, I sink my teeth into his pectoral, just over his heart. Zane hisses loudly, his powerful body quivering beneath me.
My hips pick up speed as a ferocious need builds up inside of me. Not just the need for release, but also the need to express the gnawing desperation in my soul. There’s a part of me that wants to punish him for keeping me at a distance, for not trusting me with his scars as much as he does with his body. But the greater part wants to pleasure him…to give as much as I have received.
I stroke my tongue over the slight indentations left by my teeth, and his hips rock into me, his cock sliding through the parted lips of my sex.
“My turn,” he whispers darkly. Leaning on one arm, he squeezes one breast in his other hand, his mouth closing over my other breast. Scorching hot. His teeth graze my tender nipple,and I let out a muffled scream, my body jerking as a sharp need arrows to my core.
I clutch at his hair, wrapping my legs around him, tightening, echoing my need to claim him. Possess him. Make him entirely mine.
“Zane,” I moan shakily.
“I’m here, little mouse,” he breathes, nibbling across my cleavage to my other breast. His diabolical fingers tug at the wet nipple he left behind, pinching it gently until I push up into his hand.
I thought I was in control, but Zane has me under siege, seducing me with his stunning male perfection and intimate expertise with my body. And I’m surrendering. My breasts are heavy, my sex wet and swollen. My hands roam restlessly as my legs cage him.
“You own me,” I tell him.
“Georgia.” He slides back onto his knees and rises, his thighs spread between mine, his cock thick and hard and bobbing under its own weight.
He grabs my hips, dislodging my grip on him, then yanks me forward and down, his hips bucking upward, his raging cock driving into me.
I cry out and grip his shoulders, my sex clenching against the thick penetration.
“Georgia,”he whispers, his jaw and neck taut with strain. He starts to come, spurting hot and hard inside me.
The gush of lubrication opens me, my sex sliding down his pulsing erection until he fills me. My nails dig into his unyielding muscles, my mouth opened to draw in desperate breaths of air.
“Take it,” he bites out, angling my descent to gain that last little part of me that lets him sink to the root. “Take me.”
I moan, welcoming the familiar soreness of having him so deep. The orgasm takes me by surprise, my back bowing as the heated pleasure tears through me.
Instinct takes over, my hips moving of their own volition, my thighs clenching and releasing as I focus only on the moment
Zane yields to my demands.
“That’s it, little mouse,” he encourages hoarsely, his erection still as hard as if he hadn’t just had a teeth-grinding climax.
His arms fall to his sides, his hands fisting in the sheets. His biceps clench and flex with his movements, his abs tightening every time I take him to the hilt. His body is a well-oiled machine, and I’m taking it to its limits.
He lets me. Gives himself to me.
Undulating my hips, I take my pleasure, moaning his name. My core clenches rhythmically, another orgasm rushing up too quickly. I falter, my senses overwhelmed.
“Please,” I gasp. “Zane, please.”
He catches me by the nape and waist and slides down until we’re flat on the bed. Pinning me tightly, he holds me immobile, thrusting upward…over and over…shafting my sex with fast, powerful lunges. The friction of his thick penis rubbing and surging is too much. I jolt violently and come again, my fingers clawing into his sides.
