Chapter Nineteen
Zane
The taste of her has my cock throbbing, hard and aching beneath my sweats.
Skylar isn’t just fucking hot, she’s softness and chaos wrapped in the tightest little body I’ve ever had between my hands.
She moans, and it punches straight through my chest, the kind of sound that rewires something in my fucked-up head.
My tongue slides through her wetness, tasting every part of her. I press my mouth harder, tongue flicking, sucking like I need it to breathe.
She gasps again, louder this time.
I don’t stop.
I double down.
Suck harder.
Lap at her as if I’m starved.
She tastes so fucking sweet. I watch her, eyes glazed, mouth parted, hair a mess on the pillow. She’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. My mouth is soaked with her, and I’d stay between her thighs for as long as she’d let me.
“Fuck, you look amazing,” I whisper against her pussy, tongue flicking over her clit. My hands spread her wider, holding her open, watching every bit of her unraveling for me.
“Zane,” she moans, begging without even knowing it.
That sound… it sinks through every inch of me. Her body arches under my mouth, pussy soaked, clit begging for more. I lick her slow, then go harder, dragging my tongue through every drop of wetness she gives me.
She whimpers.
Her thighs shake.
She’s already losing it.
I slip a finger inside her tight little pussy, then another, stretching her open while my mouth keeps working her clit. Her sounds slip out, filthy and perfect.
She’s so fucking tight. My cock throbs at the thought of pushing into her, splitting her open on me. If she’s this fucking wrecked from my fingers, what the fuck is she going to be like when I slip my cock into her?
I curl my fingers, hit that spot deep inside that makes her jolt.
She’s grinding herself against my hand, chasing every filthy stroke, her slick soaking my face. I growl, tongue moving faster, devouring her as she fucks my face like she owns it, and shit, I don’t fucking care. I want her needy… begging.
My balls ache. My cock’s about to explode in my sweats. Every fucking part of me is wound tight, focused on her pussy. On the way she gasps. The way her body shakes when I circle her clit with just enough pressure to keep her on edge.
“Oh God—” she cries out.
I look up at her, lips wet, breath ragged. “I’m not gonna make you come.”
Her eyes snap open, dazed and needy.
“I want you worked up,” I growl. “So when I fuck you, it won’t hurt.”
My gaze drags down the length of her body, slow and greedy, drinking in every inch.
Her tits rise with every shaky breath, her nipples harden, begging to be touched.
That soft flush across her chest is a dead giveaway she’s worked up, even if she’s trying to hold it together.
She’s laid out, skin flushed, legs parted, pussy wet and aching, and fuck if that doesn’t make my cock ache with need.
Her eyes meet mine, and there’s something burning there, something that grabs hold of my chest and twists.
I should tell her how fucking beautiful she looks spread out like this, but I’ve already said it once, and that’s not who I am. Handing out sweet talk is not my style. I don’t do soft. I fuck. I use. I take.
But with her, I’m going to take my time. It will take everything in me to drag it out, tease her until she’s begging.
I want her to tell me how fucking much she’s been thinking about me.
Tell me she wants to do every filthy thing I’ve ever fantasized about. Every dirty fucking thought I’ve had jerking off while thinking about her mouth, her tits, her pussy wrapped tight around my cock.
I suck that little nub until she’s squirming, panting, right there on the edge, and then I pull back, my lips slick, my mouth aching to go back for more.
Her body jerks, hips chasing the pressure I’ve stolen from her. That frustrated breath escapes her throat.
With a smirk, I run my tongue slow along my bottom lip, tasting her. Then I give her a wink, it’s cocky I know, but I don’t fucking care.
“You’re such an asshole, you know that,” she grits out, eyes heavy.
I laugh.
She’s the only one who can draw that out of me.
“You can only come when I have my cock buried inside you,” I growl,
“Well, I’m waiting,” she says, and I can see she’s clearly frustrated that I never let her come.
I grin, the kind of grin that always gets me in trouble.
“You’re a pushy little thing, aren’t you? Patience, baby. You’ll get what you’re waiting for,” I say, giving her pussy an open-mouthed kiss, tasting her all over again.
She hisses, and fuck, that sound… I could listen to that all fucking day.
For half a second, I imagine having that sound on repeat, saved somewhere I can hear it at any time. My own personal fucking addiction. But the thought of anyone else hearing her like this, anyone knowing how she sounds when she’s falling apart for me, has something dark twisting in my gut.
That possessive, fucked-up part of me wakes up fast.
Those sounds are fucking mine.
Her gasps, her whimpers, the way she moans my name when I’m between her legs. Every single one of them belongs to me. She doesn’t know it yet, but she will. Because no one is ever gonna make her sound this way.
I pull back; her taste still on my tongue, and climb off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
The desperation in her tone hits me straight in the chest. Fuck, it does something to me. The fact that she wants me, needs me, makes my blood run hotter.
I turn back to look at her.
She’s propped up on her elbows, eyes wide, lips swollen, chest rising and falling fast. Her hair’s a mess, her skin flushed, and she looks so fucking perfect I almost forget what I was doing.
“I need a condom to fuck you,” I say, voice low.
Her lips part, but she doesn’t say a word. Just watches the way I grab the waistband of my sweats and shove them down, my cock springing free, thick and hard, the tip already slick. Her eyes drop to it, and she lets out the slightest sound; it’s enough to make my cock twitch.
I head for the bathroom, each step heavy with the need to get back to her. My pulse is loud in my ears, the air thick with sex and heat.
I grab a condom from the top drawer and move back toward the bedroom.
She’s exactly where I left her.
Legs still spread wide, with that glistening pussy on full display, waiting for me.
I tear open the packet with my teeth.
My hands are shaking, a little, when I roll the condom down over my cock. The latex stretches tight over my skin, every drag of my hand adding pressure, grounding me, giving my body something to focus on before I lose control completely.
The motion feels good. Too fucking good. My pulse hammers in my throat, my cock throbbing in my grip.
I’ve never been this turned on in my life. Not once.
A pussy spread open in front of me has never made me this crazy before.
Usually, it’s a means to an end — a wet hole to fuck until I’m done. No meaning. No heat that burns through me and leaves me feeling out of control. But Skylar… fuck. The sight of her spread out, breathing fast, waiting for me, has been haunting my fucking mind since the first time I saw her.
I look up and catch her staring, eyes fixed on me, pupils blown wide. Her gaze trails down my body, stopping at the way my fist moves over my cock one last time.
She swallows hard, lips parted.
I climb back onto the mattress; the bed dips under my weight.
My knees press against the sheets between her thighs.
I let my hands slide up her legs, tracing the smooth skin of her calves, over her knees, along the soft insides of her thighs.
Her skin’s warm, and when I reach the top, my thumbs brush over the edges of her pussy, spreading her open.
She watches me as I lean forward, my thumb finding her clit again. I barely touch it at first, just enough to make her hips twitch.
Fuck, she’s sensitive, every breath coming out in soft, uneven sounds.
I move slowly, working her clit, teasing her, keeping her relaxed.
My voice comes out rough, low. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her eyes flicker up to mine, wide and trusting.
“I want you to enjoy this as much as I fucking will,” I tell her, my thumb still moving, her body trembling under my hand.
I glance down at my cock, standing hard and ready, aching for her.
I’ve been told I’m big before.
Hell, most girls brag about it, but that never mattered. Not until now. Now it’s not about ego. It’s about her. About making sure this first time is good, that it’s something she’ll remember, not something that fucking hurts.
I position myself, my cock brushing against her entrance, and her breath catches, that perfect little sound escaping her lips again.
My other hand grips her hip.
“Relax,” I whisper, voice barely holding steady. “I’ve got you.”
And fuck, I mean it.
“Take a breath, Sky,” I whisper, voice rough, my thumb still moving in slow, steady strokes. “I won’t move until you’re ready.”
I press my thumb harder against her clit, just enough to keep her distracted while I push forward.
The first inch is tight as fuck… hot, wet, gripping me so snug it almost hurts.
“Fuck,” I breathe, closing my eyes for a second, fighting to keep it together. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I stop, forcing myself to breathe, close my eyes to the feeling, and tell my cock not to lose it.
At this pace, I’ll fucking come before I’m even halfway in. My whole body trembles from the effort of holding it together, my cock throbbing as I wait for her to adjust around me.
When I open my eyes, I look down, and fuck—only the tip’s inside her, nothing but the head, and it’s already too much.
She’s wrapped around me; the sight of spliting her open is enough to make my control crack. I drag my gaze up and catch her watching me. Her lips are parted, eyes heavy, chest rising and falling in quick bursts.
“Are you okay?” I ask, voice tight.