I stare back, taking Zane in, as he glares at me. His hair is pushed to the side, his beard full, and the muscles on his shoulders defined in his black T-shirt. He looks like he just walked out of the shower. “That is where you’re wrong,” he hisses, and he starts to make his way into the house. I move back, my nipples going hard at the way he’s looking at me. “When it comes to you, it’s my fucking business.”
“I would agree to disagree.” It takes everything I have in me to make my voice stay strong and not whisper. He makes his way into the little entrance hallway. I thought it was small before, but with his big frame and powerful presence, he’s shrinking the space. He bends his knees so he can kiss me, and he uses his foot to slam the door shut, the sound echoing.
“Is he here?” He looks over my head toward the rest of the house.
“How the hell do you know where I live?” I ask him.
“That doesn’t answer my question, Victoria.” He stands in front of me, so close that all I would have to do is lean forward and I would be plastered to his front.
“I’m alone.” I shake my head. “I had a headache and it’s getting bigger as the seconds go by. It’s about yay high,” I say, getting on my tippy-toes and not even that is enough to reach the top of his head. “About this wide,” I add, holding my arms to his sides, “about two twenty, maybe more.”
“It’s about to get even bigger,” he assures me and I don’t have a chance to ask him what he means because his arm is around my waist, and he’s pulling me up his body.
“Zane,” I whisper his name and his eyes are just like I remembered them from that night—full of hunger, full of need, full of desire—and all aimed at me.
“I’ve never wanted anyone else to say my name as much as I’ve wanted you to say it.” He pushes the hair over my shoulder. “Every single fucking time you say my name, my cock stirs in my pants.” His mouth gets so close to mine I can feel his breath on me. “I picture you on your back with me buried inside you, and all I want you to do is scream my name.”
I wrap an arm around his shoulder and then my other hand comes up to cup his face, my fingers stinging from his beard. “Zane,” I repeat one more time and then his lips are on mine. Softly, not as hard as he wants it to be. My lips open for him as his tongue slides into my mouth, and I know this is the kiss that is unlike any I’ve gotten before in my life. It’s a kiss that everyone describes when they describe that perfect kiss. His tongue moves around and around with mine as I feel us moving through my house.
I don’t know how he knows where to go, and I’m too far gone to care, and he steps into my bedroom. He gets onto the bed on his knees and my legs unwrap from his waist as I drop down to my own knees in front of him. I hear his slides fall to the floor, first one then the other. He stares at me and my eyes bore into his as his hand comes up and he gingerly touches my cheek. He bends down, lips hovering over mine as the hand on my cheek moves down to my neck. If my eyes weren’t open, I would think I was dreaming. His touch is light as a feather as my own hands come up to touch him. I cup the back of his head with one hand, the other going to the side of his neck as his lips take mine again. I try to keep my eyes open to see the kiss, but the feeling is too much.
“Victoria,” he says my name between kisses as he holds my neck with both hands, my hands grasping his biceps. He follows his hands as he moves them from my neck to the dip of my robe as he pushes it open wider. The matching see-through black bra peeks out as he pushes it open and kisses me again. Both of his thumbs are now making circles around my nipples and I feel him everywhere. I place both hands palms down on his chest, rubbing the softness of his T-shirt, but it would feel better on his skin. I reach down and pull the bottom of his T-shirt up and then move it over his head, kissing his pecs before I lean back. My hands go to the sash around my waist. I pull out the bow, and the robe finally falls open. His hands move to my shoulders, peeling it off me and tossing it to the side. I’m in front of him, wearing the black bra with matching panties. Both leave nothing to the imagination, with little pink embroidered flowers on them and his breath stutters. I lean in to kiss his lips as his hands roam to my back before he sits back on his knees and kisses the middle of my chest. He comes back up and kisses me as his hands go to my bare ass and he squeezes. Both of our hands move over the other person, getting reacquainted, or maybe just making sure neither one of us is dreaming.
I turn around in his arms, my back to his chest, and I lean forward to my side table, grabbing the box of condoms I tossed in there two weeks ago, after I called him the first time. I place the box beside our legs as he pushes the hair off my shoulder. “Tonight,” he starts, his voice thick but soft, “I saw your shoulder and I wanted nothing more than to bite it.” He then nips my shoulder. I push back into him, his hard covered cock nestling between my ass cheeks. He grabs my hand in one of his as I look over my shoulder at him, and the other hand comes up to cup my face. “I wanted my mark on you,” he admits, biting my neck and then sucking it into his mouth; the hand on my neck going down to cup my breast.
I move my ass side to side as both of his hands knead my breasts before he pulls the cups of the bra down. My hand moves to take the strap off my arms, as his fingers move around my pebbled nipples. My ass pushes deeper into his cock and the only sound in the room is the heavy breathing coming from both of us. “I need you.” I reach around and rub my palm over his cock as the tip of his tongue licks my shoulder. His thumb and forefinger roll my nipple and my pussy gets even more wet. “Zane,” I groan his name, my head falling on his shoulder. One of his hands moves down my stomach, going into my panties, and he slides his middle finger right into me. I gasp out as he moans.
“Fucking wet for me,” he growls out as I try to focus on getting his cock out of his shorts. I push the side of his shorts down using his pockets and lean forward to do the other side. All the while he moves his finger out of my pussy and to my clit, moving in a circle and then sliding back into me. “Tight,” he mumbles and then he hisses out my name as his cock springs free, and I fist it with my hand, moving up and down. “Victoria,” he says my name and I shiver.
“Need you,” I mutter as he moves his finger out of me and reaches for the box of condoms, ripping the box open and sliding one on. He moves my thong to the side, and I brace on my hands and knees for him to slide his cock into me. I’m expecting him to go slow but he doesn’t. In one swift thrust, he’s balls deep into me. “Yes,” I pant out as he pulls out a bit then thrusts back in. My eyes roll to the back of my head. His cock is so thick, I cry out.
“Going to fuck you hard in a minute,” he tells me, gripping my hips in his hands. “Just letting you get used to me.” He moves me out to the tip of his cock and then pulls me back onto him with my hips. “So fucking tight, you’re choking my cock.”
“Harder,” I urge, trying to push the orgasm away so I can last longer, “it’s so good.”
He puts his hands on my lower back. “Fuck yourself on my cock,” he instructs, and I move forward and then back on him. “That’s my girl.” He slaps my ass like he did that first time and even if I didn’t want to come, that pushes me over the edge. “Soaking my cock so fast.” He holds onto my shoulders as he fucks me harder than I fuck him. When I’m at the end of the orgasm, he pulls out of me and I turn onto my back, wanting him on top of me.
My hand goes to his chin and holds it there. “It took you long enough.” I smirk at him before I kiss his lips. His hand cups my face and I let him go, lying on my back, my legs open for him. He grabs my thighs, pulling me to him. I get up on my elbows, watching his cock, my mouth watering to taste him. His mouth smashes down on mine.
This kiss is so different than the last one. This one is needy, it’s rough, it’s better than I can even describe. He lets go of my mouth, moving down and biting my nipple. “My mark.” Then he bites beside it. His hands grip the sides of my panties and I’m expecting him to pull them down, but instead he snaps the sides of them and then lifts my foot, kissing the inside of my ankle gently. His beard tickles as he places my foot down. “I’ve dreamed of this pussy.” He uses his hand to rub through my lips. “Dreamed of fucking it.” His finger rubs my clit. “Dreamed of eating it,” he says, and then his mouth is devouring me. “Dreamed of you coming on my face.” He moves his face side to side, the prickling of his beard making me close my legs on his head.
My hands go to the top of his head, my nails gripping his scalp. “So much fucking better than I remember.” I lift my head to watch him as he watches me.
“Fuck my face. Move your hips and make yourself come on my face,” he commands, and my hips buck up. “That’s my girl. Take what you want.” I close my eyes as he bites my clit. “Needy pussy.” I grip his head with both my hands and move my hips to ride his face.
“Clit,” I state, wanting him to play with my clit. The friction from his beard is in a whole different zone, the pinch of it, followed by the smoothness of his tongue. He eats my pussy like a man on a mission. His hand pushes my inner thighs even wider, as his tongue flicks my clit. He moves his face up and down my pussy. “More,” I say and he smirks at me. “Make me come on your face,” I egg him on. “I’m there,” I tell him as he moves his tongue side to side, putting pressure on my clit.
“That’s my girl.” He moves and slaps my clit with two fingers before moving them down and sliding them into me. “Going to come on my fingers and then you get my cock again.” He is relentless with his fingers. “You want my cock again?” he asks, and I gasp when he curls his fingers inside me, hitting my G-spot. “Greedy girl wants my cock.” He bends to take my nipple in his mouth and I grip his hand. “Tell me, Victoria.” He looks at me and his mouth crashes on mine as his fingers fuck me. “Did you make yourself come thinking of me?” I don’t answer him—I can’t, not with him relentlessly bringing me to the edge. “The amount of cum I wasted down the drain instead of on you or in you is a shame.” I still don’t say anything because my whole body convulses with the orgasm that rocks through me. “Dripping,” he says and I lift my hips as his fingers press up, making me try to close my legs. “No, no, pretty girl. I want to see that pussy gush all over me.”
His eyes look at his fingers. “Look at how wet you are. Now you’re really ready for my cock.”
fourteen
Zane
My fingers slide in and out of her, one orgasm rolling into another and I feel her trying to close her legs. “Not just yet, Victoria,” I say, bending and sucking her clit back into my mouth. Her taste is my kryptonite. “I can feel you have another one in you.”
“I don’t.” She moves her head side to side. “I need your cock.”
