9. Delaney
CHAPTER 9
Delaney
T here’s a knock on the dressing room door. Callie’s going to be pissed at me for dawdling. I’m still wearing the red dress, reading over Zayne’s texts.
With a sigh, I open it, shock widening my eyes. It’s not Callie standing there.
It’s Zayne.
He grins at me, looking every inch the bad boy that makes women’s brains short-circuit, before pushing me inside. Shutting and locking the door behind him, he turns, advancing on me until I’m pressed against the wall.
“Are you crazy?” I hiss, my eyes wide. “You can’t?—”
His lips slam against mine, silencing me. I moan, my arms sliding around his neck, my fingers running through his hair.
He pulls back slightly. “Stop running your fucking mouth, minx. I have better uses for it.”
He grinds his hard dick against me, his lips covering mine again. With a moan, my hands slide down his back to his ass, squeezing it.
“No place I’d rather be than inside my pussy.”
His words penetrate my lust-induced fog. I pull back, glaring at him, and hiss, “Your pussy? It’s not?—”
“Bullshit. That sweet pussy is all mine . Just like you own my fucking cock.” His lips curl in a smug smile as I grind my hips against him. “Which you can’t seem to stay away from.”
“You’re an asshole.” My lips press against his.
“I’m your asshole.” He pulls back, his nearly obsidian eyes soft, contrasting with his growly words and pushy attitude.
I’d never tell him this, but I love it when he’s demanding, jealous, and possessive.
He shifts slightly, his hand sliding beneath the fabric of the red dress. “This pussy knows who she belongs to. Your panties are soaked, my lying lil minx.”
I bite my lip, but not before a whimper slides from my lips. “I don’t belong to you.”
“Yes, you do. You love me.” He wraps his hand around my throat, proving his point. “I see it in your beautiful eyes.”
His husky voice makes me shiver, and my resistance snaps. “Zayne. Please.”
“Please, what? Finger my beautiful pussy before I fuck it?”
I melt against him, not bothering to argue. My body is on fire from his dirty words. “Yes. I need you.”
His hand is still wrapped around my throat, holding me hostage. He doesn’t need to do that to trap me in his spell. I’m completely captivated by him .
His hand rubs against the sheer material of my underwear, curses coming from his lips. “Fuck. I need to see these panties.”
In a flash, his hand leaves my neck, and he yanks the dress up, bunching it at my hips. I lean against the wall, burning up from the heated way he’s looking at me.
A low whistle comes from his lips, and I nearly ruin my damn panties from the sound. He licks his lips like a ravenous wolf before his eyes burn into mine. “I changed my mind. I need to feast on my pussy before I stick my cock in it.”
“Oh, God, yes. Lick me.”
His mouth presses against the delicate fabric of my panties. I whimper, running my fingers through his dark strands. “Stop teasing. Taste me, Zayne.”
He shakes his head, dragging another moan from my lips. He pulls away enough to say, “I need you to say it. Tell me your pussy belongs to me.”
My nails dig into his scalp as I scowl down at him. “I’m not?—”
He moves away, and panic courses beneath my skin.
“Wait.” The words rush from my lips. “My pussy belongs to you.”
He grins up at me, moving back into position. Grabbing the delicate fabric, he slides it down my legs, covering my upper thighs with kisses. “Was that so hard?”
“Torture. All of it.” I grin down at him as he chuckles.
“You know I’ll make it up to you.” He throws my legs over his shoulder. “I’ll prove it.” His powerful hands slide around my ass, holding me up. I let go, relishing in the expert way he handles my body. I’m his instrument to play, and he’s the master musician.
“That feels so good.” My hands are in his hair, pulling him against my pussy as I grind on his face.
His answering moan sends delicious tingles down my spine. When he rasps, “That’s it, minx. Ride my fucking face until you come all over it.”
I completely lose control, no longer caring about being quiet. I don’t care if the entire store knows Zayne is devouring me in the dressing room. I only care about chasing the high he’s giving me.
“Fuck.” My muscles tense as I stand at the edge of the cliff.
“Come on my tongue.”
His words make me detonate, and I fall off the cliff. White lightning courses through my veins as I float, suspended in mid-air. I’m vaguely aware his tongue is still licking me frantically, wanting every drop of my cum.
My legs give out, but I don’t fall because I’m in Zayne’s solid and capable hands.
I watch him through hooded eyes as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, a condom grasped between his fingers.
“I think the entire store knows I just ate you out, minx.” He winks at me as he slides the condom over his big dick. “Now, they’re gonna hear me fuck you.”
I gape at him, not able to form words. He lifts me against the wall, lining himself up with my entrance. “I love you, Delaney.” He shoves himself deep inside me, preventing me from saying a word.
Moans fall out of me as he pounds me against the dressing room wall. Wrapping my arms around the back of his neck, my shaky voice whispers in his ear. “I love you, Zayne.”
Then I lose myself in the pleasure, not giving a damn about anything else.