This time, I’m really worried about waking up Ruger and Zayna. I don’t want to embarrass myself by waking them up with lustful moans. Especially not after the chilling conversation I had with Zayna. Especially not considering my plans. Zeb stops my moans with his lips and pushes into me with one last forceful thrust. His hand covers my mouth, just barely. I bite down on his finger to stop myself from crying out and Zeb lets me, entirely fearless about the consequences of allowing me to bite down on his finger with abandon. Zeb exhales with a slow shuddering breath once he has his cock inside me.
I can’t move because of how tightly he has me pinned to the small bed beneath us. We’re lucky this bed isn’t creaky, or we would have surely woken up the whole house by now. He shudders as he moves his lips to my neck and gives me a moment to adjust to his dick spreading me open. Slowly, I unclamp my jaws from around his finger, allowing Zeb to pry his wet finger loose.
Our faces are pressed so close to each other that there are (almost) no secrets left between us.
“You feel so good, angel,” he whispers. “It’s been a long time for me… and you are worth the wait.”
His hips rock a little bit and an unwilling moan escapes my lips again. His dick is too long and thick for me to avoid reacting to the slightest movements. Even the slightest movements from that untamed anaconda between his legs threaten to bring meanywhere between immense pain and immense pleasure. The more I adjust to Zeb’s cock, the better he feels.
I should just enjoy this while I can. Slowly, my nails release their grip on the thick muscles in Zeb’s back. He’s strong enough to take the pain without flinching. His brutal strength and fierce masculinity as he pins me to the bed with his monstrous cock get me so wet. My pussy aches with this unbridled craving for him. I kiss and nibble on Zeb’s lips, practically begging him to move with silent kisses.
Fuck me and let’s get this over with. Because it hurts my soul too much to know that I’m going to have some of the best sex of my life and have to leave it all behind.
When Zeb withdraws his hips, my body trembles expectantly. My walls spread open and the lubricated head of his cock grazes all the sensitive patches of flesh as he moves out of me. Just before he pulls the tip away from my entrance, my body shudders in anticipation of the potential pain that might follow.
“It’s okay, baby,” Zeb whispers. “I won’t hurt you…”
He slides back inside of me slowly and this time it feelsso fucking goodto have him fill me with his dick like that. He’s right. It doesn’t hurt. Zeb’s hips move a little faster this time and the friction from his cock rubbing against my inner walls sends an intense shudder of pleasure throughout my body. I feel strangely close to a climax, even if this has been more like slow love-making than the aggressive fucking I expected with a murderous biker.
I get the courage to touch more of Zeb’s body as he pushes himself deeper into me. I moan as the tip of his dick scrapes my back walls and my hand travels from the small of Zeb’s muscular back to his toned glutes. His firm ass muscles clench together as he withdraws and pumps into me deeper with another slow, romantic thrust. The moan I produce causes my entire body totremble with the desire to ride the wave of pleasure over the edge to another climax.
My moans fuel him to pump into me faster, but he doesn’t rush his strokes. Each one hits me deep, touching the deepest parts of my pussy and bringing me closer to the edge. I moan and gasp, dragging my nails into Zeb’s ass cheeks as I pull him into me. I want him to fuck me harder… and the words spill out of my mouth before I even realize what I’m pleading for.
“Harder… Please…”
I’m asking for a man who has a dick almost as long as my forearm to fuck me harder. My body tenses and my thighs squeeze around him tighter as the command I can’t take back encourages Zeb to take pleasure from me without mercy. He grunts fiercely as his dick pounds my pussy into the bed. Neither of us give a crap about being loud anymore as our bodies move together and the slow love-making descends into lustful, dirty, sloppy wet fucking.
In a total stranger’s bed. Zeb pulls my hair back and bites down on my neck with possessive fury as he pounds me into the bed and this unexpected beastly move pushes me over the edge. I cum loudly, moaning as my pussy gushes all over Zeb’s dick and clenches around him.
I draw him closer to me and return his possessive bite from earlier with a hard kiss on his lips that turns into me biting his lower lip and drawing his ass cheeks closer to me so his cock sinks even deeper inside me. Zeb mutters, “Oh fuck…” And then I feel him cum. His dick is too big for it not to feel like an earthquake meeting a volcano as he cums inside me. My whole body shudders as the hot explosion from his dick coats the back walls of my pussy. The heat causes a shuddering surge of pleasure and I kiss him harder, not expecting a second and third rope of cum to explode from his cock.
The high from the pleasure erases every minute of pain and fear I felt from the time we left Boston. I feel healed and don’t want to separate my body from his yet, even if I know I will have to. Zeb’s face softens once he peaks past his release. He kisses me and then pulls out of me slowly. I don’t expect him to hold me close afterwards. There’s nothing about Zeb so far that has suggested anything other than brutality.
Except for the way he just made love to me. The way he kisses me. And the way he holds me close afterwards.
It makes it harder for me to do what I know I have to do…
Chapter Twenty-Four
Zeb
Ifall asleep holding her, feeling safe and a sense of closeness with Janelle that never existed between us before. It’s what happens when you make love with the right woman. I haven’t done that in a while. I only stayed longer than a night with one woman before Janelle. She died in Afghanistan. There’s no reason for me to dwell on it, but I knew from a young age that love was rare. I learned how to sense a soul tie with another human being. I smelled that soul tie before I set eyes on Janelle. Looking at her for the first time only sealed the deal.
She’s mine.
I fall asleep with such comforting, pleasant thoughts that I don’t expect a cold chill from the bedroom window to wake me up. I turn over, instincts pushing me to wrap Janelle up in my arms due to the cold. But she’s gone. Completely gone. My tongue turns into a giant ball and I can’t swallow air as I jump out of bed with rushed, panicked urgency.
Under most circumstances, I have far more control over myself, but my entire body feels a rush of adrenaline jitters unlike anything I’ve felt before. I grab my gun and burst out ofthe bedroom, yelling for her. She isn’t there and within a few seconds of screaming, I wake the whole house. Eden’s crying starts up, though I don’t hear Talitha if she’s crying too, and I don’t apologize or stick around to find out if their parents are tending to them because I just run out of the house and look for any signs of what might have happened to Janelle.
She ran. I know she ran. But did she take a bike with her? I’m outside their house when Ruger comes after me yelling.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Zeb? Calm the fuck down!”
I can’t hear him. Or think. Everything just feels like I’m in a blur. The world might black out and disappear from around me if I’m not careful. It’s an awful feeling.
“I can’t.”
“What are you yelling about?”
