Janelle whimpers and I keep kissing her neck, sucking on her flesh hard enough to leave a possessive mark on her skin.
“Fuck,” I grunt. “I took you across the country. I want you with me. I want you. Is that what you want to hear?”
She whimpers and her hands move to my face. My heart thumps nervously with an expectation that she might scratch me or fight me off, but Janelle just pulls my face to hers and kisses me. Her lips surprise me with their eagerness, but I don’t pull away. If she wants this…I want it more…
Chapter Twenty-Three
Janelle
I’m crazy for letting this happen after what I know now. But I have to feel him just once. I have to know what I’m missing and get confirmation that there’s not going to be anything special about him. Zeb shifts his body as he moves his lips to kiss my neck again and his dick smacks hard against my leg.Fuck.I can feel it moving through his underwear and the sheer size sends a throbbing pulse from my pussy all the way up my spine.
He has the type of dick that inspires cravings in even the most chaste woman. Your biological instincts snap into overdrive and your pussy does that little heartbeat thing when you see or feel a big one like Zeb’s. So many of his features are terrifying that you would think having a giant dick would only make the one-eyed monster more of a beast, but I just find myself wanting him more than I did before.
I must be crazy for everything that I’m about to do. Maybe I shouldn’t have let Zayna get in my head.
“I need to taste you,” Zeb drawls in his perfect country accent. My thighs tremble at the mere mention of Zeb’s tongue sliding down there again. He ate me out so well in the shower that he permanently changed my opinion on having a man’s lips between my legs. I can’t help but want to feel what it’s like againto have a man with a special talent for eating pussy sucking on my lower lips.
It’s clear despite his clearly spoken words, Zeb wasn’t asking for permission. He lifts my shirt and plants kisses on my stomach with his soft, surprisingly full lips until he gets to the waist band of my underwear, sinking into the folds of my stomach. I normally feel self-conscious about having this part of me exposed. It’s not because of an absence of self-love, but fear about how others will react to me.
People are assholes, and I can’t change that. But Zeb knows I’m not a thin mint. He knew what my body looked like the first and second time he kissed me. I shouldn’t feel self-conscious and he does his best to make sure that I don’t feel that way.
Zeb’s appreciative kisses continue as he trails his way down between my legs and then spreads my lower lips apart forcefully with his tongue. My thighs crudely spread apart, opening up my soaking wet entrance for him to plunge his tongue into. Once he has me spread open in this vulnerable position, Zeb’s enthusiasm peaks. His tongue stretches to the very base of my slit and he drags it slowly all the way up to my clit. When Zeb gets to the nub, his tongue spreads out and teases even more of the sensitive nerve endings covering my opening.Fuck, I can’t breathe…My chest tightens and I can feel a surge of pleasure even stronger than the first time he did this to me. I can’t stop the oncoming wave from crashing into me, but my body desperately gasps for air as if just breathing through it could slow down the intense wave about to hit me.
Instead of breathing through it, an unwilling moan escapes my lips and only pushes Zeb to get his tongue even wetter between my legs. I feel a hard digit moving between my lower lips and as Zeb’s tongue gets wet and soft between my legs, his finger spreads my elastic entrance and he slides all the way inside me with one swift motion.
I cry out louder. Zeb has thick fingers that belong to a working man’s rough, masculine hands. My hips buck against him involuntarily as my greedy tightness craves even more of that thick digit spreading me open. As I cry out, Zeb pushes inside me deeper and swirls his tongue around my clit in those torturous deliberate circles that pushed me over the edge towards my first climax.
With one finger inside me and his tongue lapping against my clit, there are no options but surrendering completely to pleasure. I couldn’t fight him off even if I wanted to. The arches of my feet brace against Zeb’s shoulders as he thrusts his finger inside me deeper, teasing the front walls of my pussy in an exploratory slow stroke that has the unintentional outcome of pushing me over the edge.
I cum. Hard. All over his hand and face. Zeb likes it. His tongue licks at my juices faster as he cleans my gushing pussy and then sucks every drop of my juices off my pussy lips. Each time his tongue teases some forbidden previously untouched crease, a shiver of pleasure hijacks my senses and I either moan or squirm viciously beneath his grasp. Zeb just keeps eating my pussy until I cum again and lose even more of my minimal control.
It’s not fair. It’s not fair that a man who you’re not meant to be with can give you the best head of your life. The chemistry between us hits me with an all-consuming high that nearly sends me straight to sleep. Except… Zeb isn’t done.
He kisses his way up my stomach and then plants his lips on mine. I can taste myself. I’ve never donethatbefore. The thrill of a new, random first-time makes me kiss him harder. I didn’t know I could taste myself, but now sharing the secret flavor of my pussy lips between us feels hot. I grab onto Zeb’s shoulders and kiss him harder, nearly cumming again just from holding onto his hard, masculine body.
It’s so unfair that he’s dangerous. Zeb’s body shudders against mine and he stops kissing me as his hands move to the waist band of his boxers and his eyes harden with firm intention. I know what’s next at this point, but there are nerves that I didn’t expect. Zeb’s gaze remains glued to mine. His face scared me a little the first time I saw him, not because he wasn’t attractive, but the opposite. Even now, he’s so hot that I feelscared.If a regular attractive guy like Rakeen can lie to me for years and cheat on me, why on earth would a man who looks like he was carved out of marble stay faithful to me.
It’s not like I doubt myself. I doubt that a man knows what to do with an appearance like his. Zeb has no doubts. His cock springs out of his pants and whacks me back into reality as it hits my thigh.
“Don’t think too much,” Zeb warns, as if he could peek into my endlessly racing thoughts. Why is eye contact with this man so immediately vulnerable? I feel transparent and worse, I feel nervous. I’m grown. Having sex with Zeb shouldn’t make me feelnervous,of all things. I’ve done this before. And it doesn’t change that much how it happens from person to person.
He slowly kisses me again, like he’s savoring the moment as I feel the full length of his hardness moving slowly with his hips towards the wet mess between my legs. My racing heart only beats faster and with even less control.
“I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you, Janelle. I know you think I’m just some killer, but I’m not. I served my country because I care about the people in it… That’s why I’m with you right now. I care about you.”
I’m tongue-tied. I don’t mean to be, but words just don’t come out of my mouth easily. I make a sound that sounds like a half-squeak as Zeb’s dick probes my entrance. I respond by kissing him, which is really the only thing that I can do since it doesn’t involve talking. I feel my lower lips spreading wider.Before he even has the head inside me, pain sears throughout my body from just the width of Zeb’s dick.
Fuck.I whimper and dig my nails into his back, half wanting to call out desperately for him to slow down or stop so my pussy can accommodate the girth of his member. I’m frozen in place and stuck responding to him with nothing but soft moans and kisses. His hips move another inch forward, spreading me wider. The thick muscles in Zeb’s back grow tense as he thrusts again and grunts as he meets resistance from my tightness.
“You’re tight, angel,” he murmurs. “Soft and tight… Just fucking perfect…”
He kisses my neck and sends ticklish sensations of excitement from my neck straight down to my throbbing clit. With each kiss, I get wetter, making it so easy for him to move that when he pushes his hips forward again, he slides half his length inside me. I can feel that I don’t have all of him inside me yet, but I gasp as he enters me because he still splits me open and with just half of Zeb’s cock, I still feel full…
My grip on Zeb must be so tight that I’m drawing blood but he never shows any pain. It’s like he knows that he’s packing a missile that would have been destined to hurt me no matter how slowly he went. Was this part of his reluctance to take me to bed? I’ve never been with a man this big before. If we didn’t take it slow like this, I’m sure Zeb’s triple-XL cock could cause permanent damage.
I whimper in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he struggles to get more inside of me. He grunts and tries to force his way past my tightness, which makes a forceful attempt to push his cock out of me. He’s justso big.He remains patient as my tightness fights his size and we kiss each other so slowly that my lust heightens and I feel like just taking his dick teases me to a point of arousal higher than any I’ve ever felt before.
Stubborn and desperate for the feelings of fullness, I wrap my legs around Zeb’s body and for a brief millisecond consider the fact that neither of us are using protection. I’ve been on the depo-shot ever since my one near miss with Rakeem, so I’m not worried about getting pregnant. I’m more worried about Zeb breaking me in half. He grunts with a burst of impatient lust and thrusts the rest of his dick inside me, causing me to moan louder than before.
