“Okay,” I breathe out, nodding frantically. Already shaking. My whole body, buzzing. More ready than I’ve ever been for anything in my life. Fuck tomorrow. Fuck consequences. Fuck reality. I want this man. No, I fucking need him more than my next breath.
Zak positions himself at my entrance. The head of his cock pressing against me, teasing. And my eyelids drop as my lips part on a loud moan. Fuck. He feels incredible. Thick and hot, parting me, rubbing against my pulsating clit. He’s barely touched me and I’m already feeling pleasure spread throughout my body.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I force myself to open my eyes and meet his scorching gaze.
“You’re mine, Nadia. Say it.”
I moan, shaking my head, biting my lip. And he gives me just the tip. Barely breaching my entrance. I whimper, contracting around him, trying to pull him in. “I’m yours.”
He licks the side of my neck. “Good girl.”
Then he pushes inside me. Slowly. Stretching me. Filling me. Impossibly long and girthy. Like he will never end, never bottom out. Like he’s gonna stuff me so full, I’ll burst at the seams. I gasp, my nails digging into his bulky shoulders, and lets out a satisfied groan, biting the spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
“Fuuuuuck… so fucking tight.”
He keeps pushing deeper. Inch by life-shattering inch. Until finally, finally he’s fully seated inside me. Balls deep. Stretching me so good. Filling me so full. Like never before. No one. Nothing. Ever. God, how will I ever get enough of this man.
We both freeze. Just breathing. Feeling.
“You okay?” he asks in a strained voice. His forehead resting against mine, sweat dripping between us, both breathing heavily through our parted lips.
I nod, moving to lick a drop of sweat from the corner of his mouth. “Yeah… God, yes.”
Zak nods back, his blazing gaze never leaving mine as he starts moving. Slow at first. Deep. Deliberate. Every thrust hitting all the most delicious spots inside me. Like his fat cock has a freaking map of my pussy.
I moan, my head falling back.
“That’s it, wife,” he growls. “Take your husband’s cock. Fucking take all of me.”
Then he picks up his pace. Harder. Faster. The desk creaking under us.
“Zak… oh God… Baby…”
“You feel that?” He leans to lick into my mouth like he can’t help himself, before rasping against my lips, “feel how deep I am, baby? How you’re squeezing me? Fuck, wife. You were made for me.”
I can’t think. Can’t speak. Can only feel. Him inside me. Around me. Fucking consuming me.
“Gonna fill you up,” he growls. “Gonna come inside you. Fucking breed you.”
Oh fuck.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, please…”
He slams into me. Hard. Deep. Over and over.
I’m so fucking close. Trembling all over. Pulling him impossibly close to ravage his mouth, clamping down on hisdick. Rolling my hips to meet his savage thrusts. Crying out as waves of pleasure course through me.
“Come for me,” he orders me. “Let me feel you cream all over my cock.”
And I do. I fucking explode. Screaming his name. My pussy clenching around him. Milking him.
Zak follows. Freaking roaring. Spilling inside me with rope after rope of hot, thick cream. Deep and endless. Pushing it inside me, thrusting till the very last tremor, and beyond it. Kissing me, squeezing me with his arms, whispering how beautiful and perfect and so fucking good I am for him. All his. Only his. For fucking ever.
Oh God…
Six
