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I already knew what was coming.
Her orgasm crashes through her in full force.
Her legs tighten around my waist, and the kiss she gives me is wild, consuming—like a storm tearing through everything in its path, leaving nothing untouched.
“Zayn… you’re too good at this,” she murmurs, almost as though it’s a complaint, burying her face in the curve of my neck and sinking her teeth into my skin.
I give her a few seconds to catch her breath, then shift us until she’s straddling me.
With my back resting on the headboard, I settle both hands on her waist—the tiny waist I’ve always known I could wrap my hands around completely—and lean forward, closing my lips around one of her nipples.
I’ve resisted too long already.
I’ve earned this.
“Be a good girl and ride me, pixie,” I demand, circling the tip of my tongue around her nipple, then giving it a teasing bite, making her flinch.
Her movements are slow and controlled. One hand settles on my abdomen, the other tangles in my hair as she leans closer, her forehead nearly touching mine.
Each time she lifts herself, her free breast sways in a mesmerizing rhythm, making my mouth water even though I already have access to her.
“I want to finish on your tits,” I tell her.
“You can come wherever you want, Zayn,” she replies. At least, I think that’s what she says.
I lift myself closer to her, leaving barely a breath between our faces, captivated as I watch her move, as though she’s lost in a trance.
One that has me just as spellbound.
The satisfaction written across her face, the release, the unfiltered pleasure shining in her eyes fill me with a fierce, possessive pride.
She looks like this because of me.
“Yeah, but I need a few more orgasms from you first,” I say, closing the distance between us once more.
Now she’s fully settled into my lap, her body molded to mine. I hold her tightly, her breasts pressed between our chests, her arms slipping instinctively around my neck.
Every roll of her hips drags her clit over my abdomen, sending another shiver racing through her.
Keeping both hands firmly on her ass, I guide her, lifting and lowering her harder onto me, setting a faster pace and driving her closer to the edge.
“I’m going to…”
“Come,” I finish for her.
And she does, surrendering into my arms.
The only reason she stays upright is because I’m holding her. Every trace of strength melts from her body as her second orgasm crashes over her.
Her head drops onto my shoulder, and she begins kissing and sucking my neck, no doubt leaving marks behind.
For once, I couldn’t care less.
I make no effort to stop her.
“Let’s play a little,” I say, lifting her off me.
As soon as I slip free, the loss hits me with startling force, tempting me to pull her straight back onto my cock.
