CHAPTER fifty-eight #7
My throat clenches around him as I pull back for air; my lips feel slick and swollen from the abuse. I lock eyes with him, lashes fluttering like the filthy tease I am.
"You like that, baby? Like how deep I take you?" My voice is hoarse, wrecked from his fat cock wrecking my throat.
"Fuck, yes," he groans, his cock dripping with my spit and his precum, twitching like it begs for more.
I give it exactly what it wants—wrapping my lips around him again and sucking hard, cheeks hollowing as I bob up and down, my hand stroking the base of his shaft.
His hips buck wildly, and I gag again, but I don't pull away.
No—I fucking embrace it, letting him throat-fuck me until tears stream down my cheeks. I feel his balls tighten, the telltale sign he's close, so I redouble my efforts, sucking and stroking like my life depends on it.
"I'm close—so close. I'm gonna cum," he pants, voice ragged. "Babe, I'm gonna—FUCK!" His words dissolve into a pleading groan.
"If you don't want me to—in your mouth—you need to stop. Please, baby. I can't—I can't hold back much longer."
"Come for me," I whisper, voice husky, lips brushing against his hardness as I speak. "I want to taste you."
He does. With a ragged groan, his cock pulses in my mouth, thick ropes of come shooting down my throat.
I swallow every drop, ravenous and insatiable, my tongue lapping at his sensitive tip until he twitches and whimpers, spent and trembling. I pull back, licking my lips like the fucking siren I am, and give him a wicked grin.
Zach collapses against the bed, chest heaving, eyes glazed.
"Fuck," he breathes, voice wrecked. "You're fucking amazing, babe."
"You're welcome," I purr, leaning down to kiss him, lips still tasting of him, of cream, of sin.
But then, a wicked glint flickers in Zach's eyes, and before I can even react, he flips me over. I squeal, my back hitting the mattress, and he's on top of me in an instant, his body pressing me down.
"What are you doing?" I gasp, my voice trembling with anticipation.
He shakes the can of whipped cream, that mischievous smirk plastered across his goddamn perfect face. "Returning the favor," he growls, his voice low and dripping with promise.
"You really thought you could tease me and get away with it?" With that, he tugs my sleep shorts down, peeling them off along with my damp panties, which are soaked through with my arousal.
"Zach—" I start to protest, but my words dissolve into a moan as he spreads my legs open wide, his eyes zeroing in on my glistening cunt.
His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and I swear I can feel the heat of his gaze on my aching pussy.
"So fucking beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust, his eyes never leaving my dripping slit. His gaze alone is enough to make me writhe, my pussy clenching around nothing, wetness pooling between my thighs.
His fingers brush against me, stroking my slick folds, and a desperate moan slips past my lips.
"Zach..." I whimper, my hips arching involuntarily, begging for more.
His eyes finally drag up to meet mine, and he looks feral, like a fucking predator ready to devour his prey. "Keep these legs open for me, understand?" he commands.
I nod obediently, biting my lip to stifle the whimpers threatening to escape.
Every inch of me is trembling, panting, desperate for him to fucking destroy me.
He squeezes the whipped cream, the cold, sweet liquid cascading over my pussy, coating my folds, my clit, the creamy white a stark contrast against my flushed skin.
"Fuck, you look good enough to eat," he growls, his voice dripping with hunger.
His fingers delve into me, curling inside my tight, wet heat, and I cry out, my walls clamping down around him.
"Oh god, Zach, yes!" I gasp, my hips grinding against his hand.
But he doesn't stop there.
His mouth descends on me, lapping up the whipped cream mixed with my juices, his tongue flicking over my clit with ruthless precision. "You taste so fucking good, baby," he mumbles against my pussy, his voice muffled but no less deliciously filthy.
He eats me like a starved man, devouring me with an intensity that leaves me gasping, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
"Yes, yes, just like that!" I moan, my thighs trembling as he works me with his mouth and fingers, his tongue swirling around my clit while his fingers pump in and out of me.
"You gonna come for me, baby?" he growls, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. "Gonna cream all over my face?"
"Yes, Zach, yes!" I scream, my back arching off the bed as the orgasm crashes over me, wave after wave of pleasure tearing through me.
He doesn't let up, driving me higher and higher until I'm a shuddering, sobbing mess beneath him.
But he's not done. Not even close.
His breath hitches as my body grips him.
"Christ, your pussy's squeezing my fingers like it never wants to let go." he growls, his fingers still buried deep inside me, his tongue working my clit relentlessly.
I'm reduced to a whimpering mess, my body trembling uncontrollably. "Zach, please," I beg, my voice cracking. "I need more... I need you."
His eyes darken as he looks up at me, lips glistening. "Oh yeah? You want my cock inside you, don't you?" he growls. "Is that sweet pussy of yours hungry for me?"
"God, yes," I moan desperately. "Please, Zach, I need you inside me now."
He shakes his head slowly, that wicked smile spreading across his face. "Not yet, baby. I need one more from you first."
Before I can protest, his mouth is on me again, his tongue circling my oversensitive clit while his fingers curl inside me, finding that perfect spot.
My mind doesn't just fragment — it explodes into pure sensation. It's like someone pulled the pin on a grenade inside my chest. I'm drowning, burning, unraveling all at once, every nerve ending flaring so violently it feels like my whole body is made of electric fire.
"Come for me again," he commands against my flesh. "Let me feel you fall apart."
And I do. Somehow, he drags another orgasm out of me, this one even more intense than the last, leaving me utterly spent, my body quivering, my pussy pulsing around his fingers.
When he finally pulls back, his face glistening with my cream, he looks up at me with that same feral grin. "Fuck, you're perfect," he growls.
I'm a fucking wreck, but I don't care. All I care about is him, his body pressed against mine, his cock hard and ready against my thigh.
"Zach," I murmur against his lips, my voice shaky but desperate. "Fuck me. Please."
"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you, baby," he growls, his voice dripping with promise. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll forget your fucking name."
And he does.
He crawls over me like a man possessed, his mouth crashing down on mine with desperate hunger. I moan against his lips as I taste myself there—sweet, tangy, mixed with the lingering sweetness of whipped cream.
His tongue invades my mouth, demanding and filthy.
"You ready for me?" he pants against my lips, his cock already pressing hot and hard against my entrance. "Ready to take all of me?"
"Yes," I gasp as he trails open-mouthed kisses along my jaw. "God, yes."
I'm drenched in sweat, the air thick with desperation and raw, unbridled lust. Zach’s lips are trailing down my neck, his teeth scraping against my pulse point, making me whimper.
My skin is slick with arousal, and the sound of my ragged breathing fills the space between us. His hands are greedy, fingers curling around my tits with a possessive grip that makes my nipples harden instantly, pebbling under his touch.
Then, he pulls away slightly—just enough to drive me fucking insane—but his cock doesn’t stop pounding into me, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. My wet heat clenches around him, greedy for every inch, and I can feel the filthiest, most sinful slickness pooling between my thighs.
"You like that, don't you, baby?" he growls, his voice thick with lust. "You like being marked, being claimed."
"Yes! I want more!"
He looks down at me with a wicked grin, his eyes dark with hunger, and reaches for the can of whipped cream that lay discarded on the bed.
With a growl, he uncaps it using his teeth, the sound sharp and primal, while his other hand never stops kneading my breast, squeezing and pinching like he wants to fucking own me.
"You're mine, Caroline," he rasps. "Every fucking part of you."
Our position is obscenely hot—Zach’s muscular frame looming over me, his abs taut, his cock buried to the hilt inside my trembling pussy.
He squirts the whipped cream directly onto my nipple, the cold sensation making me gasp and arch my back. My tit looks like the peak of the fucking Swiss Alps, the cream slick and glistening under the dim light.
Without hesitation, he dives in, his tongue lapping at the sinful concoction, swirling around my nipple before sucking it into his mouth with a filthiness that makes my toes curl. His teeth graze my sensitive flesh, biting just hard enough to make me scream his name.
"Fuck, Zach!" I cry, my voice breaking as he sucks harder, his other hand moving to my neglected tit, smearing cream across it with a roughness that borders on pain.
He devours my breasts like a starved man, his mouth hot and wet, his tongue flicking and teasing until I'm writhing beneath him, my pussy drenching his cock with my fucking juices.
The sounds are obscene—slurping, sucking, the wet slap of skin on skin, my moans mixing with his guttural groans.
"Who do you belong to, Caroline?" he demands, his voice rough and commanding.
"You, Zach," I pant, my nails digging into his back, leaving angry red marks as I cling to him. "Only you."
He slows his rhythm for a moment, his eyes burning into mine.