Chapter 48
Forty-Eight
Zach
When I hear Louise’s car pull into the driveway, I’m up and across the room before she’s even put her car into park. The headlights cut out, and then I hear her door shut.
Watching out the window as she makes her way toward my steps, I roll my lips together when she trips on the long skirt of her dress.
Something big and white and poofy is balled up under her arm, and I realize it’s the underskirt of the dress, and the little gold crown she had on all night is missing from the top of her head.
Hiking the heavy skirt up with one hand, she climbs the steps to the porch. I’d left the porch light on for her.
Waiting for her to come home to me.
Fuck, I really like the sound of that.
Pulling the door open, I waste no time pulling my girl into my body, dropping my mouth to hers.
She giggles, stumbling into me, her feet tangling in the hem of her dress again. She shrieks when I scoop her up into my arms, the hold she has on the bundle of underskirts failing as she encircles my neck with both arms.
“Put me down!” she laughs, but I just grin and shake my head. “I’m going to hurt you— I’m too heavy—”
With just one arm cradling her against my chest, I let my other arm drop. She shrieks again, tightening her hold around my neck, and I laugh when she realizes I’m more than capable of supporting her weight with a single arm.
“Try that one again, Princess.”
“Zach—”
“I’ve got you, Louise,” I chuckle, pushing the door closed and locking it behind us. Carrying her down the hallway and into the bedroom, I use my free hand to cup the back of her head and pull her mouth to mine. “That skirt is too long, I can’t have you injuring yourself walking through the house.”
“It’s just because I took the crinoline out. It dropped the hem several inches,” she whispers against my mouth, like I’m supposed to know what any of that means.
“Regardless, I have plans for you tonight and I don’t intend to get interrupted because we have to spend the night in the ER for a broken leg,” I mutter, setting her on her feet next to the bed. “Did you eat?”
She bobbles her head in a half yes, half no kind of answer, and I glare at her. She laughs. “I ate a donut. Does that count?”
“I suppose. Only because they’re some of the biggest donuts I’ve ever seen in my life,” I agree grudgingly.
I’m trailing my hands over every curvy inch of her I can reach, trying my best to find any skin, but she’s buttoned and cinched and sewn into the damn thing.
“Alright, how the fuck do I get you out of this? I need you naked.”
She tugs her lower lip between her teeth and grins, then steps back out of my reach. “Ah-ah. Not yet. I have something to show you, first.”
“And I have an ass to punish,” I growl, reaching for her, but she takes another step backward, tripping on the dress again. I reach out to steady her, but she holds up her index finger as if telling me to wait. Shoving the heavy skirt away from her feet, she grins impishly up at me.
“Get on the bed, naked,” she tells me, those green eyes dancing. “Please.”
“You trying to top from the bottom, Princess?” I ask, my voice dropping low, practically vibrating out of my chest.
Goddamn, that’s hot. I like it when she takes charge. She nods, waiting for me to do as I’m told.
I strip, slowly. First, tugging my shirt up and over my head, letting the material drop to the floor at my feet, and then torturously slowly undoing my belt, button, and lowering the zipper.
“You don’t get to see what I have for you until you’re on the bed,” she tells me, arching one blond brow. Fuckk. I like spicy Louise.
I just like Louise. Every little thing about her.
Shoving my jeans and my underwear down my legs, I straighten. Her green eyes trail over every inch of me, her lips parting and it does things to my male ego. Her features are so expressive, I never have to guess what she’s thinking. Like now.
“It really isn’t fair how hot you are,” she breathes, dragging her gaze from my cock to my own eyes. “For an old man.”
“You’re such a goddamned brat,” I chuff out a laugh, then climb onto the bed, reclining against the pillows.
Wrapping my fingers around my dick, I stroke it lazily, fully enjoying watching her pupils blow wide and her breathing hitch, fluttering that white lace that rests against the top slope of her breasts. “Like what you see?”
“Always,” she whispers, nodding.
“You had something you wanted to show me…?” I prompt quietly, drawing each word out as I stroke myself from root to tip and back. That rapt green gaze follows the movement, her body’s reaction to me heating my own blood to a fucking boil. Goddamn I need her.
Biting her lower lip again, she nods, then reaches behind her, fingers fumbling at her back for a moment before she releases some kind of hidden clasp, and the full skirt—that I could have sworn was attached—falls to floor in a pool at her feet.
“Jesus fuck,” I groan, raising my other hand to my face and scrubbing my palm down over my mouth and chin. Then, I bite my knuckles as I let my gaze sweep over her again, cataloguing every goddamn inch. “You had that on under that dress all fucking night?”
She grins, that damn impish one that shows the dimple at the corner of her mouth, and nods before stepping out of the pool of discarded fabric at her feet.
Thigh high white stockings that bisect the middle of her thighs, little pink bows in the center of the top edge where it meets her skin.
Six, maybe eight inches of bare, creamy thighs…
and then the shortest fucking skirt I’ve ever seen.
It barely covers her pussy, and I fucking know that if she turned around, that ass that I’ve had dreams about would barely be covered, too.
She’s the sexiest fucking Princess Peach I’ve ever laid eyes on. She grins, stepping forward again. “It was either this, or Sailor Moon.”
“You’re too young to even know what that is,” I laugh, still taking my time to trail my eyes over her. I shift down on the bed. “Christ, please tell me you don’t have on any panties. I want you to ride me, Louise. Leave the stockings on. But get your ass up here. I need to be inside you, baby.”
“I have older sisters,” she laughs, but climbs onto the bed, crawling on hands and knees up my body. Her impossibly long blond hair is loose and wavy around her shoulders, and I reach up to gather the long tresses in my hands before using it to pull her mouth down to mine.
When her knees are in place on either side of my hips, I reach between us and slide my fingers through the slickness already waiting for me at the apex of her thighs. She moans against my mouth when I slip two fingers inside, but I’m too needy, tonight.
“Nuh-uh,” I tell her when she tries to line my cock up against her slit. She tilts her head, nipping at my lip in protest. “I want you up here.”
“Huh?” she asks, lifting her head so she can stare at me. “You said you want me to ride…”
I grin when her eyebrows fly up in surprise when she catches on.
“Mustache ride?” she whispers breathlessly, and I nod.
“Get up here, baby,” I grunt, and then she’s moving. “Hold onto the headboard. Sit on my face.”
I continue to stroke my cock, slowly, so fucking slowly as she climbs her way up my body. Once her knees are on either side of my head, I curl both biceps around her thighs, hauling her closer. She squeaks in surprise, her hands falling to the headboard to keep her balance above me.
“Sit,” I growl. She’s hovering too far above me, and I’m desperate for a taste. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
“Zach—"
“Please, baby.”
“Fuck, I love how you ask so nicely,” she teases. I give her ass a swat, and then I’m urging her closer, and I get my mouth on her.
Jesus. Christ.
I once again curl both arms around her thighs, because I think I want to die right here, doing this. If I never breathe again, I will go out a happy man.
“Ohmygod,” she moans, her body writhing against me.
I swirl my tongue inside and then drag the flat of it up to circle her clit.
The noises she’s making above me… Goddamn I love this.
My cock is aching, painfully hard and leaking at the tip with every jolt of pleasure through my entire being.
I suckle and lick and flick and bite and when she starts to rock against my mouth, her orgasm rising, I groan against her flesh in approval.
Such a good girl.
“Zach, Zach, oh god,” she cries, her voice catching, and then she comes like a goddamn queen. I hold her to me, tongue fucking her through it until the tremors slow and her ragged, frantic breathing quiets. Only then do I loosen my hold and allow her to lift herself off of me.
I get one more lick along the soaking seam of her pussy, a feral growl erupting from my chest, before she’s shifting down my body, and then her mouth is on mine.
She moans, and I know she’s tasting herself on my tongue, my lips.
My hands dive into her long hair, pushing it away from her face as I devour her a second time.
“Such a good fucking girl, Louise,” I praise, and this girl practically preens in my hands.
“Fuck me, you taste so good on my tongue, baby.”
“I’ve had dreams about that mustache,” she whispers breathlessly, smiling weakly.
“Oh yeah?” I ask, grinning against her mouth. “I hope I passed the test.”
“I’m going to need you to do that again… and again. For probably the next hundred years.”
“I thought we agreed on forty to fifty?” I tease. She’s straddling my hips, rubbing that slick, wet pussy against my cock and I’m struggling to concentrate.
I’m aching, I need to be inside her.
She shakes her head. “I’m gonna need more time than that.”
“Deal.” I grunt on low exhale as she reaches between us, lining the head of my cock against her opening and taking just the tip inside. “Oh fuck, Louise.”
As she sinks onto me, taking every inch, her mouth drops open and a breathy, ragged whimper puffs against my lips. “Why does your dick feel so big like this—”
I huff out a laugh, letting her take her time to adjust. “You take it so well, though, Louise.”
When her ass is flush against my thighs and every inch of my cock is buried inside her sweet pussy, she pushes herself up off of my chest and tosses her head back. Grinding her hips in a circle, my own mouth drops open at the sensation.
Fuckkk she’s so tight. I love being inside her.
Bracing her hands behind her on my thighs, she uses them as leverage as she begins to move like she’s putting on a fucking show. Tits pushed out, straining against the material of the bodice of her costume, skin flushed and rosy.
“Fuck,” I groan, spanning my hands across her waist where it slopes out at her hips.
The skirt of the costume is so short I can watch as her body takes all of me over and over again, little glimpses as she rides me.
I roam my hands over her body, over the generous curve of her ass, down over her bare thighs to where the thigh high stockings begin.
I let my fingers play with the edge of them before I feel her start to tremble and the prettiest whine escapes her.
Oh fuck, she’s close. “Good girl. You gonna come all over my cock, Princess? Do it.”
She nods, her entire body shaking. I can feel her tightening, rippling.
“Atta girl,” I croon, and Louise’s lips drop open, eyes clenched shut tight as she comes. Wrapping my hands around her waist again, I steady her movements as she shakes and dear fucking God, I’m trying not to come with her. “You’re so pretty when you do as you’re told, Louise.”
“Ohmygod,” she sobs, dropping her chin and opening her eyes. Cheeks flushed, mouth dropped open, green eyes heavy lidded and hazy with pleasure, she’s the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. She wiggles her hips, settling against me fully, and whines when I hit even deeper. “Zach—”
I sit up, still seated deep inside her and reach around her for the zipper of her dress.
With fumbling fingers I find it, pulling it down until I can yank the remaining scraps over her head.
A pink, lace bra covers her tits, and I bury my face between them, inhaling her scent, before taking one peaked nipple into my mouth through the fabric.
Her pussy spasms around me, making me see fucking stars.
Wrapping one arm around her back, I toss her onto the bed next to me, my body following. I slide back inside her, going as deep as I can as she wraps her still stockinged legs around me.
Her hair fans out around her on the bed like a golden halo, arms thrown up above her head, the backs of her hands resting on the bedspread. Sliding both of my hands against hers, I twine our fingers together as I start to move.
“Zach, I—” she whispers, then arches her throat back as I hit that spot deep inside that I know curls her toes.
Her eyes find mine, and I see it, what she wants to say. I nod, my throat seizing.
Dropping my mouth to hers, I kiss her, pouring everything I have in me into the kiss. Hoping she knows what neither of us can say.
“Zach, come with me,” she whines when I release her from the kiss, and I’m lost. “Please. Please, I need you—”
“You have me,” I breathe, my voice breaking. Goddammit, this girl. I love her.
This time, when Louise comes, squeezing the life out of me, I’m right there with her, my own release exploding through me with the force of a freight train. I see spots in my vision as I empty inside of her with long, hot spurts.
And I know I’m never coming back from this one.