“Not gettin’ what you’re worried ‘bout.”
She flapped her hands around. Not particularly pointing out a specific area but a general one. “I’ve changed.”
“Yeah, you had my kid. Shit’s gonna change. Grew a whole goddamn human in there.” He tipped his eyes to her belly.
That was true, but… “You don’t care?”
A muscle in his cheek popped. Was he getting pissed? “Babe, don’t fuckin’ give a shit. Ain’t a fuckin’ ugly troll. My dick’s still hard. All that matters.”
Her eyes followed the dark path of hair that led from his navel to his dark, veiny cock, the tip shiny from him smearing his precum around. “Your cock used to get hard when the wind blew.”
“Used to, yeah. Now? Wants a good reason to make the effort.” His eyes raked down her body. “I see a damn good reason. Now get on the bed. I’m hungry as fuck.”
She couldn’t deny the hunger in his eyes. He wasn’t faking it. Despite the fact she didn’t want to admit it, it was a confidence booster.
As she scrambled onto the bed, she did hear, “Damn, wanna tap that fuckin’ ass.”
That would not be happening.
Once she was settled on the bed, he moved to the foot of it again and ordered, “Make room for me by spreadin’ those fuckin’ thighs.”
Before she could do that, he lunged for her, grabbing her ankles and yanking her flat onto her back. He then dove forward, wedging his shoulders between her thighs to force them wider so he could work his magic.
From prior experience, she already knew magic was what it would be.
Grabbing the back of her thighs, he flung her legs over his shoulders and without even a“Hey! Howya doin’?”his mouthwas on her, devouring her pussy the same way he had devoured her mouth.
The man’s life could be a complete shit show, but when it came to sex, he certainly had expertise using his mouth, fingers, and cock.
Her heels dug into his muscular back, perfectly honed from years of being locked up. Zeke was not soft in any way. Not his touch, not his personality, not his body.
With a whimper, she squirmed against his mouth and drove her fingers into his shaggy, dark hair, getting a better grip.
One finger circled her clit at the same time his tongue drove in and out of her, almost launching her off the bed. He then changed tactic, plunging his fingers inside her while his skilled lips sucked on her sensitive nub.
Oh yes. Yes. Yes! Holy crap,did she miss this!
When the familiar pressure began to build deep inside of her, she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. After realizing that wasn’t going to work, she slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle it.
The heat consumed her, rolled through her in waves like a violent surf during a hurricane.
Every muscle locked up as her orgasm spiraled out from her core to the very tips of her fingers and toes.
Even before the last ripple faded away, he was up and over her again. His hand skimmed along her ribs, a hip. He zeroed in once again on the triangle of hair between her legs before two fingers were buried deep inside her.
Oh yes, this man could be a cocky asshole, but, like her clit, he could easily find her G-spot. Better yet, he knew what to do with both to drive her out of her freaking mind.
Reclaiming her mouth, his tongue swept through it, but a second later it was gone. His lips traveled along her throatand over her pumping chest before he sucked one nipple so deep, it pulled like an invisible string directly connected to her pussy. Making it clench, making her even wetter.
She smothered the mindless words wanting to escape.
“So fuckin’ wet,” was muffled against her breast. “Makes me wanna go back for seconds.”
While she wanted that, they couldn’t linger.
On one hand, they needed to get to the main event. And soon. On the other, she wanted them to take their time. She wanted to bask in his attention.
But reality could come knocking at the door any moment, so she encouraged him along by begging, “Fuck me.”
