14. Zac
Chapter 14
Zac
T he moment we’re inside my house, I have her up against my front door. I can’t wait a moment longer to have my hands all over her.
I drop my head until I’m so close that we’re sharing the same air. Her breaths are my breaths, and I can feel the heat coming from her body. Watching her pupils widen with arousal makes my cock even harder. “You’re so damn sexy.”
“Tell me what you’re going to do to me.” The tremor in her voice is my undoing.
I slide my hands around these curves I’ve spent hours fantasizing about. Lower and lower, I move. The entire time I’m studying her face. I want to know everything she likes, exactly how she prefers to be touched. My greedy fingers find the apex of her thighs.
I cup her sweet mound. Even though there are layers of fabric between us, I could nearly come right here. I want nothing more than to probe her soft, swollen folds with my fingers.
“I’m going to claim this tight little pussy. Going to fill your beautiful cunt until every step you take tomorrow reminds you of what it feels like to be owned by me.”
She whimpers and I lose all control. I lower my head and press my lips against hers. A kiss like this should be sweet and tender. But instead I kiss her with all the intensity I’ve been holding back. The energy coursing between us is fierce and primal. There’s no way to hold back, no way to contain it and I don’t want to.
My tongue sweeps into her mouth, claiming her. Demanding that she give me what I want. I’ll take everything she’s willing to give me. I’ll consume her until there’s nothing left.
“Zac,” she groans my name when I part from her long enough to let her greedily suck in oxygen. Fuck it all, my name on her lips is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, and it makes my cock swell even more behind my pants. That’s when I realize she’s thrusting her pussy into my hand. She’s shamelessly rubbing her cunt against my big fingers.
“Do you ever touch this sweet pussy?” I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve gotten off to the thought of her touching herself. Of looming over her and watching her stick her hand down her panties. I’d listen as she touched herself, savor every sweet inhale.
“Sometimes,” she murmurs. Her cheeks are pink, and her eyes are glassy. Her hips are circling my fingers, desperately seeking her release.
“Do you think of me when you do it?” I demand. If she calls some other fucker’s name right now, I’ll lose my shit. I can’t stand the idea that she might be touching what’s mine and calling someone else’s name.
“Every. Time.” Her words are a harsh gasp, like she can’t believe she admitted that to me.
“Then you’ve earned a reward, my good girl.”
She moans, low in the back of her throat. She likes being called mine and I file that away. She belongs to me. All of her, body and soul.
I flip up the bottom of her dress and plunge my fingers into her panties. She’s so slick and wet, her curls are soaked. The rightness of touching her like this settles over me. I should be doing this every damn day, taking care of my woman and keeping her satisfied with relentless orgasms.
I trace her folds and when I find her entrance, I sink my finger into her. The wet heat has me swallowing a groan. She’s perfect. Tight enough to drive a man wild. But she’ll never take me if I don’t stretch her first.
She throws her head back, smacking it into the wall. She closes her eyes and lets out a low hum. “That’s…yeah.”
“Eyes on me,” I growl as I add a second finger to make her nice and full, the way she’ll be when my cock is shoved deep inside of her. I crook my fingers, finding that special spot. At the same time, my thumb circles her engorged clit. “Your orgasms are mine. You look me in the eye when you come.”
She looks at me then, giving me a glimpse at that deep blue gaze. She’s the ocean and I could drown in her eyes. I’d never find my way to shore. Never want to. “There’s a good girl. Now come for me.”
My permission was exactly what she was waiting for. I know it by the way her cunt squeezes my fingers so tightly and the shuddering breath she lets out. Her whole body goes taut only to relax again. The soft smile she offers me is dreamy and damn, I feel like the only man in the world when she’s looking at me like that.
I pull my hand from her panties and keep my gaze on her face. I want her to see this. I lick my fingers clean slowly, savoring every taste of her. Later, I’ll spread her out and fuck her with my tongue. But for now, I need inside of her before I come all over my pants like I did last night when I ate her out.
“In my bed,” I demand.
Dotty
When Zac tells me to get in the bed, I nod eagerly and hurry toward his bedroom. It’s like my body is synced to his. He could tell me to do anything in this moment, and I would. The way he issues commands in that gritty voice, how he calls me his good girl. He makes me want to obey. I crave his approval and praise.
“Like this?” I ask as I stretch out on my back. I’m still in my dress and my soaked panties. But I don’t dare move to take them off. I want him to be the one to do it. I want Zac’s big hands yanking off my dress and tearing away my panties. I want this sexy man to do whatever he wants to my body.
“Panties off,” he grinds out as he follows me into the room. He’s closed the door and is standing against it with his arms folded across his chest.
I’m disappointed that he won’t be the one getting me naked, but I reach for my dress. I want to hear him call me his good girl again.
He shakes his head. “I said panties off.”
Despite what he’s said tonight about liking my body, every insecurity I’ve ever had comes rushing forward. He doesn’t want to see my curves. “Not the dress?”
“Not yet, sweetheart.”
His crass words should probably offend me. But instead, they wrench a moan from my throat. I instantly have a mental image of coming home from work with him. I’d change into a dress like this one, drop to my knees and satisfy my man. He’d thread his fingers through my hair as he came in my mouth, then he’d pick me up and call me his good girl. He’d tell me he’s proud of me for swallowing, and reward me for being his. The fantasy has me squeezing my thighs together.
He growls. “Panties off. Legs spread. Show me that cunt.”
I scramble to obey him, working my panties off. I wish I’d worn something prettier than these white cotton ones but judging from the look on his face, the last thing Zac is thinking about is the color of my underwear.
As soon as they’re off, I bunch up my dress around my hips and spread my thighs. A feeling of vulnerability washes over me, and I start to close my legs. But then Zac makes a noise. It doesn’t even sound human, and I realize that at some point, he stripped off his pants too.
He’s stroking his cock and it’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen. Even the one I saw in the dirty movie wasn’t that big. “Don’t worry. You’ll take my cock like a good girl, and you’ll like it, too.”
He joins me on the bed, hovering over me. This close, I can see the flecks of gold in his brown gaze. Something flickers across his face, and I see it. I see all the love and adoration in his gaze. It overwhelms me with the sheer intensity, but I don’t want to run from it. I don’t want to run from this perfect moment with him.
He drags his cock through my swollen folds, murmuring swear words under his breath the entire time. “This cunt belongs to me.”
I moan my agreement. I love the filthy things he says, the way he makes me feel precious and sexy at the same time.
He aligns our bodies, then he’s pushing inside of mine. Even though he goes slow, he’s still so big and there’s a pinch where we’re joined.
I don’t even realize I’ve tensed up until he starts pressing kisses to my jaw and earlobe. “Breathe. You can take this.”
It’s only when I’ve relaxed that he starts moving again and the entire time, he’s murmuring under his breath. I’m not sure what he’s saying, and I don’t care because the feeling of his body in mine is right.
I’ve always worried that sex would be awkward and uncomfortable. But this is wonderful and special and everything I’d always hoped it would be.
I don’t even realize I’m coming again until I hear a woman moaning and realize it’s me. I’m clawing at his arms and nearly sobbing from pleasure. “That’s…so…good.”
“Come for me.”
Instantly, my pussy spasms around him. All this man has to do is look at me and I want to obey him. I want to spend my life earning that deep rumble of approval that he’s making right now.
“Good girl,” he croons, right as he comes, too, his movements growing more frantic before he finally stills above me. He’s quiet, the only sound in the room our harsh breathing.
My whole body feels like it’s floating, and I’m pretty sure this is the best night of my life. At least, it is until I realize what the stickiness between my thighs means. “We didn’t use a condom.”
He lifts his head to search my face. “You’re my first. I’m healthy, with no risk factors for—”
“Actually, I was thinking about… pregnancy ,” I gasp out, suddenly aware that he’s still inside of me. As soon as I say the word, our bodies respond. My pussy snaps around his cock at the same time he jerks inside of me. He’s getting hard again already.
“The stuff I said last night about breeding you, that wasn’t just talk.” There’s a warning note in his tone.
I squeeze him again, relief filling me. “You’re going to give me a baby?”
He swears under his breath, then he’s in motion again. “We’re making a baby tonight.”
I shudder from the sheer bliss of having our bodies connected the way they were always meant to be. I never realized soulmates were a thing until I met this burly, bearded man who’s doing his best to breed me.
I raise my hips to meet each of his pounding thrusts, raking my nails down his back and crying out his name.
As I get to the edge, he pulls out.
I whimper at the loss of contact, but before I can even complain, Zac has me on all fours.
He plunges into my body like if he takes me hard enough, we’ll make that baby. The thought sends me higher, the pleasure building even faster.
He strokes my clit furiously, growling in my ear that I have to come for him. But it’s not until he tells me to take his big cock that I come with a scream.
His release follows mine, his seed splashing deep into my body as he pumps into me one final time. He collapses beside me but tugs me into his arms.
I rest my head on his shoulder, my body buzzing. “I want a really big family.”
“Good,” he growls. “Because you’re not leaving this bed until you’re pregnant.”