Chapter nine
Maze
“Tell me you don’t want this, and I will stop, but the way that you are breathing, and your nipples are standing to attention, so I know you want this as much as I do,”
“I want this, but I don’t want to get hurt, Maze.
I know I act like a tough chick, but I am getting way to fucking old to be messed around.
Faith coming into your life is a huge change, and I am not sure that you are ready to commit, yes.
Faith must come first.” She says and I smile at her. Giving her the reassure she needs.
“No, baby. Not scared of fuck all, except maybe not trying this and you getting away from me.”
My words hit the mark and before I know it, she is throwing herself at me, taking my mouth in a rough kiss. My arms snake around her waist, one sliding down to her lush arse and the other moving up her back, gripping the back of her neck.
I manoeuvre her so that she is straddling my thighs, the zip on my jeans hitting the apex of her thighs making her moan. I hiss against her mouth and she smiles, then pulls back to look at me.
“Tell me now if you don’t want this.” She smirk down at me, her eyes wide with lust.
I push her down, so she can feel the bulge of my cock in my jeans grow bigger for her. Fuck me she is hot I can feel her through the denim material. Having been with my fair share of women, but none have made me this hard, and filled with so much fucking want before.
They have been a means to an end, but Zarah could be my end.
“Oh, I want this baby.” My voice has dropped an octave, and she shivers from the sound.
I move in for another kiss, as my hands explore over her back and down to her arse. Then gently pulling the dress up her body and head, leaving Z, in a red bra and matching thong with black tights. I smirk at my girl, as I move my hands over her thighs, stopping at her pussy.
Pushing my thumbs against the material, until it gives and breaks. Zarah gasps as I pull on her tights giving me better access to her pussy that I can smell from here, her arousal is maddening, and my cock is loving it.
“I like it.” I growl and then I push her to her feet before I reach around her body and unhook the bra, dropping to the floor. With my hands on her shoulders I gently push her down on the sofa, and spread her legs, giving me the view, I want.
I lick my lips and growl, as our gazes stay locked, while I pulls her thong to the side, not bothering to remove the broken tights. She looks sexy and forbidden at the same time, laid out before me, her dark hair against the white pillows.
Looking up at her I brushes one finger over her tight clit making her jolt and moan my name, causing my dick to scream to be let loose.
Brushing over it again he cries out before I pull on the material of the thong making it snap against her skin just as the material gives.
Still looking up at her, I lick my lips before moving closer and settling my mouth over her pussy.
Zarah gasps when I feel her clit with my tongue and run it from her bundle of nerves down to her pussy and then back up again. I pull back enough to look up her body and our gazes connect.
“God, baby you taste good,” Z moan at my words, her honey coating my tongue. I slide one finger into her sweet channel and then add a second, and her hips back of the couch.
With the motion of my fingers and my tongue doing the same motion, Zarah’s back arches off the cushions.
Desire rolls through me, as I attack my woman’s pussy like a starving man. Nothing has ever tasted so good. I lap, suck, and even bite her tight clit. Looking up I see she has slapped her hand over her mouth to muffle her screams.
My hand snakes up her body and pull her hand away.
“Never silence the screams, baby. She won’t hear a thing, believe me.” I grin, but her face changes from bliss to concern.
She frowns clearly not liking what I just said, so she starts to move back away from me, but I don’t let her get far. I am up on her in a second, pinning her beneath me with my body.
“Not what you are thinking, Z. I dropped a bowl last night and it echoed through the house, hell I heard it on her baby monitor, and she didn’t flinch. No other women besides the Old Ladies have been here.” She must here the sincerity in my voice because she nods and moves.
She pushes me back, so I have to climb to my feet, then in a flash she drops to her knees, and slowly opens my belt, then pop the buttons one at a time, dragging out the anticipation.
I grin down at her and she lick her lips as she tugs the material down over my hips, arse, and thighs until they pool at my bare feet.
Her eyes goes wide at the sight of my thick cock, he is red and pulsing with need for her. Pre-come leaks from the slit, and she sticks her tongue out to collect it.
“You going to suck my cock, baby?” I hiss at the contact and he nods her head, before opening her mouth wide and taking me deep, into her slick mouth. “Oh, shit,”
Her mouth feels like heaven, and I can’t fucking wait to be inside of her pussy. Her tongue plays with the head of my dick, flicking the underside and my balls tighten with each flick.
My hands are buried in her ling thick hair, holding her still while my hips cant back and forth, pushing my cock deep in her mouth. Zarah pokes her tongue out, flattening is, giving me access for an easy slide in. The red lipstick she is wearing is not marking my shaft like I wanted, fuck.
“Baby, you need to wear a cheap red lipstick, the next time we do this. I want to see my cock covered in red streaks from your mouth.” I tell her and growl when she tightens her lips around my shaft and sucks; hard.
“Oh, sweet Jesus on a nativity scene.” I pant out and her head bobs up and down my dick, she hums around me and my balls tighten ready to bust open and fill her delectable mouth.
“Not going to come down your throat the first time, babe. Lets go to my room,” I don’t let her answer, I help her to her feet and throw her over my shoulder and curry her up to my room.
Being the little minx that she is, Z slaps my arse, making it sting. I smile against the side of her arse, then open my mouth and bite the flesh there making her squeal. This time she digs her nail into my arse cheeks making me hiss but the pain goes straight to my cock.
Rough play I like it.
Pushing my bedroom door open, I gently lay her on my King bed. Her hair fans out around on the pillow, like a dark halo, she looks up at me, her eyes wide and dark with lust. She is laid out before me in just the ripped tights that have a criss-cross pattern on with little bows.
She looks like a fucking goddess ready for the taking.
Santa’s little helper that is ready to help drain his fucking balls.
Reaching for a condom and rolling it on, all the while Zarah is watching me with needy eyes. Then I crawl up the bed so that my body covers hers, our gazes cemented in place, neither of us wanting to look away as I line my cock up at her pussy, ready to find his home.
“Fuck, I can feel how hot you are, babe,” I mutter before pushing into her wet channel and letting the feeling engulf me.
Fuck me she is tight, and wet and warm.
“Oh, shit, Maze.”
“Ash, baby. You call me Ash when we are alone,” I reply, moving all the way in and hitting the hilt and I let out a deep grown as the pleasure takes over.
“Fuck, yes.” Zarah cries out and I lose all control I had. I did want to go slow and savour this first time but fuck it.
I pull out and slam back in, over and over again. My pelvis hits her clit and she pants and cries out from the action. I drop my head to her tits and suck a nipple into my mouth, adding a little nip of my teeth making her back bow off the bed.
“Oh.” She lets out a low moan and I can feel her pussy clamping down, I know she is close and clearly, she likes nipple play.
I bite down again, just as my balls start to tighten and my spine tingles with my impending climax.
Her cries fill the room as her pussy strangles my cock as she comes.
I am thankful that my daughter sleeps like the dead because fucking hell, the sheer volume of Zarah will most certainly be heard for miles around.
Her gaze locks with mine and something intense passes between us, my heart jerks in my chest and I know that she feels it to. Her eyes are glasses over and she is completely lost in the intense pleasure.
“Yes, baby, keep coming.” I pant out as I bust a nut and fill the condom.
With my arms braces on either side of her head I look down at her and she her panting, recovering from her orgasm, as mine starts to fade out.
We are both covered in sweat, sucking in harsh breaths, and feeling the high of what just happened.
I fall to the side of her and we lay side by side trying to catch out breaths, I turn my head to look at Zarah, only to see her eyes are closed as she struggles to drag air into her lungs. She is frowning and her mouth is turned down, not what I was expecting to see.
Maybe a smile at least.
I pull out and kiss her on the cheek. “Be right back,” I mutter and climb off the bed and walking out of the room and down the hall to my bathroom. I dispose of the condom and clean myself off, before wetting a washcloth to clean Zarah up.
When I get back to my room, Zarah is nowhere to be seen.
“What the fuck?” I growl and run down the stairs, still naked. I pull the door open just in time to see the red of the taillights of her car. “Fucking hell, women.”
Stepping back inside the house I close and lock the door before walking back upstairs and jumping in the shower, not that I want to wash Zarah off me, but I don’t want to deal with Faith’s early morning feed smelling like sex.
Clearly something spooked, Z and made her flee, I will find out what it is.
I know that Zarah Dawkins will push every button and pull give just as much as she takes, that is the spirit in her but in the end I win.
Challenge excepted.