Chapter 10
Moira
“Please don’t
stop,” I beg Zach, my hands gripped tightly in his hair as his
tongue laps furiously between my legs.
He raises his head
slightly and stares at me hard. “About time you came to your
senses.”
I giggle… the
sound escaping before I give it thought, and he grins at me with
shiny, wet lips. Then I push his face back down to my pussy, so he
can start feasting again.
Not five minutes
ago, my cries had all been, “Stop, stop”.
I was completely
overwhelmed that Zach wanted to go down on me just minutes after he
had ejaculated inside of me. He had rolled off my body, lying on his
back beside me on the carpet. I turned my head to look at him, saw
the flushed satisfaction on his face as he stared at the ceiling,
even as his chest still heaved with exertion.
He turned his head
to the side and stared at me, and my heart flipped over as I saw
desire still there, but also a small flame of tenderness. He moved
lightning fast, surprising me since he looked beyond wrecked after
that frantic fucking he just unleashed on me.
Grabbing me by the
shoulders, he flipped me onto my back and pulled my underwear free of
my body. Before I could even utter a protest, he spread my legs wide
and moved in between them. Staring at my pussy, he said, “I
need you on my tongue again.”
“Wait—”
I tried to tell him as he started to lower his face.
“No,”
was all he said, and then he ran his tongue straight up my middle,
capturing my own wetness along with his semen that I could feel
trickling out.
My hands came to his
head and tried to push him away. “Zach… stop. Let me
take a shower.”
He lifted his mouth
just long enough to say, “No,” and then he dove back down
again.
I was so thoroughly
shocked, mortified, and completely titillated that he didn’t
mind lapping up our mixed essences. But then again, Zach has no real
concept of our culture’s sexual boundaries.
Not that this was
necessarily a boundary. It’s just that I never would have
imagined a man wanting to do that, but Zach is a man that makes his
own rules.
I’ve never had
a man come inside of me without a condom before. But I never gave it
a moment’s hesitation when I was at that moment just before
Zach slammed his way inside of me. He’d had a complete health
screening while we were still in Brasilia, and even though I figured
there were no sexually transmitted diseases within his tribe, the
added assurance from the doctor made fucking without condoms an
absolute must-try in my opinion.
Even now… I
can’t muster up enough energy within me to care that I’ve
broken my own code of morals when it came to submitting to Zach. The
minute he pinned me to the ground, I knew I had no fight left. I
didn’t care about anything other than feeling him inside of me,
knowing that I could potentially be throwing away my career.
It just didn’t
matter.
Having Zach was too
consuming of a need for me to try to battle against it.
Oh, the things the
man can do with his tongue. He’s a fast learner, but he has his
own style. I’ve never had a man’s mouth so dedicated to
that sensitive place between my thighs.
Zach is almost like
an animal… and I’d like to imagine him as a powerful,
sleek jaguar that sees me as his sexual prey. His tongue laps,
flutters, flicks, and plunges. When he groans in pleasure, it
vibrates against my flesh. He absolutely gorges himself on me. He
doesn’t leave any part of my pussy neglected and as I rake my
fingers into his scalp, my cries turn from “stop” to
“more”.
He gives me more,
wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking at me hard. My hips
shoot off the ground and gyrate against his face.
“Fuck yeah,”
he groans as he lifts his mouth briefly, only to bring it down again
hard as if he’s starving.
I’d like to
tell you it goes on forever, but I’m so freakin’ turned
on by how much Zach craves doing this to me, that another orgasms
rumbles through me, breaking loose just as quickly as it starts. I
jerk at his hair even as I pump my hips upward against his mouth, and
even when I crash back down to earth, he keeps licking at me.
“Enough,”
I moan and push at him.
He looks up at me
with a lazy smile, and then rests his chin on my pubic bone. His
hands softly stroke my stomach. “I’m not done with you
yet.”
Cocking an eyebrow
at him, I ask, “Oh, yeah… what else did you have in
mind?”
Pushing up from his
supine position, he sits back on his haunches. “I’m
fucking hard as a rock again.”
Sure enough, his
massive cock sticks up from his pelvis, and I swallow hard. I can’t
believe that thing fit inside of me. It was one thing to have Zach
drilling me from behind, but seeing it just inches away is another
thing all together. Even though I just had a supremely amazing
orgasm, I can feel my insides flood with more wetness.
Raising one of my
legs, I straighten it out and run it along his denim-covered thigh.
“Well, we could try it with me on my back, you on top…
it’s called the missionary position.”
Zach actually
grimaces but places both of his hands behind my knees, raising my
legs up and spreading them outward. “Let’s call it
something else. Missionary makes me think of my parents, and that’s
the last thing I want to be thinking about when I’m fucking
you.”
Rising up on his
knees, he leans forward, pushing my knees back further toward my
chest, spreading me more. He briefly releases one of my legs, only to
grab his shaft so he can bring it to my entrance. When he pushes that
massive head into me, he lets his hold go and secures that hand back
under my knee.
His gaze stays
pinned down on his cock and, with a steady push of his hips, he sinks
in to me deeply.
“Oh, that
feels good,” I breathe out.
“Feels
unbelievable,” Zach groans.
He raises his eyes
to me. When our gazes connect, he starts moving his hips. Slowly,
pulling all the way out, inch after glorious inch, only to push back
in with exquisite deliberation. He leans his body over me to get a
better angle, which pushes my knees back until my thighs are resting
against my stomach and breasts. I’m almost doubled in half,
making breathing somewhat difficult, but it’s worth it because
Zach is hitting me so deeply this way.
Zach stares at me
closely, almost as if he’s studying my face. While the
temptation to close my eyes is great, because I just want to immerse
myself in the feeling of him, I’m carried away back to the time
where he stared at me across the village fire when he first fucked
Tukaba in front of me. I feel that connection again, except this time
there’s no angry challenge in an attempt to scare me away. No,
his challenge is all in daring me to keep pace with him… to
get swept away in these amazing feelings that our bodies are
creating.
Grabbing one of my
hands, Zach takes it and shoves it in between our bodies. “Touch
yourself,” he demands.
Rather than
submitting, I reach down, wrapping my finger and thumb half-way
around the base of his huge cock while he tunnels in out and out me.
I give him a squeeze, and he sucks in a harsh breath.
His stare becomes
hard, even when I squeeze him again. “I said… touch
yourself, Moira. Do it now.”
I just squeeze him
again, close my eyes, and moan in pleasure.
Zach pulls out of me
all the way, causing my hand to fall to the side. The sudden loss of
his girth leaves me starkly empty. My eyes fly open, and I find him
staring down at me with his lips in a flat line.
“Don’t
deny me when I tell you to do something,” he growls.
Anger, sexual
frustration, and womanly pride all war within my brain in an effort
to assert themselves. Anger wins out.
“You don’t
own me,” I tell Zach.
“At this very
moment, I own every piece of your body,” he tells me while
squeezing my legs that are still trapped in his massive hands. “If
you want me to continue to fuck you, then you’ll do what I tell
you.”
Zach pushes his hips
forward minutely, bringing the head of his cock back to my entrance.
I hold my breath in anticipation, but he doesn’t move further.
I squirm just a bit in a vain attempt to inflame him further. He just
stares at me.
“You know what
you need to do if you want my cock, Moira.”
Blowing out a breath
in frustration, I engage in a staring war with him. He pushes in just
a fraction of an inch, but pulls back the same amount, causing my
flesh to quiver in violent need and my blood to pound.
He waits me out and,
finally, I can’t stand it anymore.
“Fine,”
I snap, my hand diving in between my legs so my fingers can find my
clit. At the first touch, my hips jerk upward, even as Zach rewards
my submission and slams into me.
“Good girl,”
he grunts as he fills me completely, and then he lets loose.
My fingers rub
against my clit, causing another orgasm to start to spark almost
immediately because the feeling of his thick cock inside of me,
tunneling just under where I push at my clit, overwhelms my senses.
In an act of utter defiance though, every few strokes I scissor my
index and middle finger apart, pushing them to either side of his
cock, creating additional friction against his shaft as it thrusts in
and out of me.
The first time I do
it, he bares his teeth and hisses at me, but he never stops his
movements. That’s because he is as lost to the haze of lust and
carnality that I am suffering under at the same time.
His hips pound
against me, his cock going in so fucking deep. My fingers work myself
furiously and both of our breathing is so harsh and labored, I’m
afraid one of us might succumb to a heart attack.
“I’m
close, Zach,” I breathe out, pressing down harder on my clit.
“To coming?”
he rasps out, slamming into me brutally hard.
“Yes. You?”
“Just a
minute,” he says, and then pulls my legs up onto his shoulders,
leaning more of his weight onto me. He slams his hands onto the
carpet by my ribs, and then unleashes holy hell on my body.
Zach starts driving