Chapter 38
Thirty-Eight
Zach
“Zach, the—the toy. Take it out. I want to feel you. Only you. Please—”
Reaching beneath her, I remove the vibrator from that sweet, tight pussy, tossing it aside. I don’t even bother turning it off, because honestly, I’m not sure I have the dexterity to find that tiny fucking button at the moment. It continues to buzz where it landed on the carpet.
With the toy gone, it’s not as snug in her ass, but dear Jesus, I’m not going to last long. She’s so hot, so tight.
“You were fucking made for me, Princess,” I rasp brokenly, moving my hips. Slowly, in and out. Letting her get accustomed to me. “Every goddamn part of you was made for me. For my hands. My mouth. My cock.”
My heart.
It’s pretty fucking cliché, I know it, realizing that I’m falling for this woman while buried balls deep inside her.
Real original, Zachy.
“So fucking perfect,” I whisper, bracing myself on my outstretched arms on either side of her shoulders. “Are you okay?”
“Ohmygod, yes,” she whines as I slide out and then push back in. Fuckkk she’s so tight.
“I need you to come one more time, baby. One more time on my cock. Come with me, Louise,” I beg raggedly. My heart is thundering in my chest. I’m holding on by a fucking thread, my impending release building.
“Zach,” my girl moans long and low, her body going into freefall and pulling me along with her. Stars engulf my vision as I explode, my cock throbbing with each pulse of my release, filling her. “Ohmygod, I can feel you—”
Lowering myself down until my chest is cradling her back, both of us trembling and spent, I press my forehead to the back of her neck and try to stabilize my breathing and racing heart.
Nuzzling my nose into the golden hair cascading over her shoulders, I pant, “You’re a dream, Louise. A dream I don’t deserve to wish to keep when I wake up. But fuck me if I don’t want to.”