Pressing the head of his thick cock inside my pussy, I hold my breath as he pushes forward in one thrust. It’s a rough claiming, leaving no room for adjusting. It’s not gentle, and holy hell it’shot. The restraint this man has held onto is gone, and I want all of it. The stretch is almost more than I can take, my legs shaking where they’re draped against his chest.
“There you go, take me, Louise. Look at you, taking it so well. Breathe. Breathe and let me in.”
Shifting me so that my legs bracket his hips, he drops his chest to mine, mouth crashing against my own. One of his hands reaches for both of mine, pulling my fingers from around the bar of the headboard and twining our fingers together, but keeping my arms raised above my head.
Grinding his hips against the junction of my thighs, he sinks deeper and I moan against his mouth, his mustache and beard both rough and soft against me. “Ohmygod. You feel so good. Zach—”
He groans, dropping his forehead to mine as he shifts his hips, sliding out and then back in. Long, slow strokes that quickly morph into hard, deep thrusts that send him so deeply inside of me. The bed rocks, the headboard crashing against the wall as he fucks me.
It’s brutal in intensity, rough and hard and dear god everything I hoped sex with Zach would be like. The man knows what he’s doing.
“Zach,” I sob, turning my face into his neck, my body tightening with each deep stroke of his cock inside me. “Please. Please, can I come—”
“You can come, Louise. Good girl.Good girl,” he growls low, pushing himself up so that he can twine both of our hands together, palm to palm, fingers entangled tightly above my head. He stares down at me. “Eyes on me when you come for me. Such a good fucking girl.”
I’m done for. Coming so hard I see stars, my body tightens to the point I can’t breathe, and he continues to fuck me roughly through it.
“Fuckingbreathe. Goddammit, Louise,” he snarls, releasing my hands and sliding both arms beneath my back, securing me to his chest. Sucking in a shuddering breath, my lips press to the curve of his neck, and I wrap both arms around his shoulders. Still, he doesn’t stop, pounding into me hard and deep. “Give me one more. One more. Fuckkk you come so hard. I fucking love feeling you come on my cock. Let me have one more…”
Fingers clutching at his shoulders, I shake my head, but know there’s no point in saying no; I’m already coming again. Holy fuck, I had no idea how accurate it would be when he said he was going to ruin me.
“There it is,” he growls, pistoning his hips against mine even as I begin to shake anew. My breath stalls inside my chest and I can’t do anything except surrender. “Fuck. There you go…”
“Please, please,” I beg, clutching him closer. Chest heaving, stars still dancing behind my eyelids, I can barely breathe from how hard he’s making me come. “Zach.Oh god.”
“Hold onto me,” he groans, his voice pure gravel as it vibrates out of his chest. He’s slamming into me so hard I know I’m going to be sore tomorrow, and not one single particle of my being gives one single fuck. His fingers are so tight on my body I feel there may be bruises later. Zach’s hips stutter in rhythm, and then, “Louise. Fucckkk… Where—”
“Anywhere,” I cry, shaking my head. “I’m on—”
“Good girl,” he rasps raggedly before I can even finish, and then he’s shunting his hips forward until he’s buried as deep as he can go. I feel him come, pulsing inside me over and over again. He groans low, burying his face in my neck.
Holy. Shit.
Lips moving against the side of my neck, his mustache and beard tickle as he presses gentle kisses to my flesh until he reaches my mouth.
This kiss is gentle. Searching. A quiet claiming. So different than what we’d just experienced.
And I fear that Zach just ruined far more than my body. Because I’m pretty sure my heart was collateral damage in a game I didn’t know I was playing.
Twenty-Six
Zach
“Did I hurt you?” I ask, not even bothering to move my lips away from hers as I speak the question. Just the thought of pulling away to talk is abhorrent. I want to stay here, just like this, for as long as she’ll let me.
Louise shakes her head, just barely, her mouth dragging along my own, like she’s just as reluctant to lose contact, too. “No, Zach.”
I can’t help it; I kiss her again. Slowly, fuck so slowly. I bury my fingers in her hair at the back of her head, cradling it in my palm. When her fingertips trail along the skin of my back, I shiver, grinning against her mouth as I do.
Shifting, I move to pull out of her, but she whines in protest, wrapping her arms and legs around me so tightly there’s no escape. “No, please don’t go yet. Just stay right here.” She sighs against my mouth when I settle my hips against hers again, and in the darkness, I watch as a pretty pink blush stains her cheeks. “You…you’re still… I can feel you.” She swallows, then whispers the next part so quietly. “Pulsing.” I grin against her mouth, kissing her soundly. She bites her bottom lip at another involuntary spasm from me. “It feels so good. Inside me.”
Groaning, I drop my forehead to hers. “I can feel your little aftershocks, too, baby. Goddamn, I can’t wait to do that again. All fucking night long.”
“Yeah?” she asks, shimmying her body against mine and I grunt at what it does to our bodies where they’re still joined. “All night, huh?”
“Fuck, Louise. As many times as I’m able. I’m not even close to done with you yet.”
Her mouth melds with mine again, this kiss deep and thorough and fuck me, I could spend the rest of my life kissing Louise and never tire of it. There’s nothing this girl doesn’t do with her entire being. The way this little thing just handed me her trust in a moment of raw vulnerability… whatever I needed, she was willing to give. No questions asked.
