Chapter 4 #2
He leans his head to the side a bit, letting heat spread through his warm brown eyes. Then the tip of his tongue peeks out, running over his full bottom lip, and effectively making my clit tingle. Reminding me he has ways, very efficient ways, to make me shut up and do as he asks.
I stare, mesmerized. Wishing it was my tongue on his pink flesh. My ass in his lap. My body feeling the strength and warmth of his huge, veined hand. This freaking infuriating, possessive, stupidly hot man sprawled on my couch with my traitor cat.
Before I can argue further, Zak stands, gently setting Crabby down. And the care in his movements sends another dangerous wave through me. But it’s my heart that’s the victim this time.
“We’ll be right back, buddy,” he rumbles, moving toward me.
“Zak…”
He takes my hand, pulling me flush against his hard, hot body.
“Bedroom?”
I shake my head. “No… here’s fine. You need to…” He stalks to the first door down the hall and opens it, ignoring my protests. And we stumble into my bedroom. My heart is pounding so loud, it feels like I can hear it through my ears. “What are you doing?” I mumble breathlessly.
He doesn’t answer, just pulls me inside and closes the door behind us.
Then his mouth is on mine. Kissing me with long, deep, intoxicating strokes of his magical lips and tongue.
His hand cups the back of my head, angling me exactly where he wants me.
His tongue slides against mine, and I melt.
God, why does this man taste so freaking good?
His other hand slides down my body. Over my waist, my hip, then down the front of my jeans. I gasp into his mouth as his fingers work the button open, then the zipper down.
“Zak…” I try to pull back, but he follows me, kissing me deeper, wonderfully toe-tingling.
His hand slides into my jeans and my panties. Finding me wet and ready. Fuck, why am I always so fucking ready for him? I feel my pussy contracting, my clit throbbing. My breasts feel heavy, my nipples hard and achy. I want him so bad. So freaking bad…
“Fuck, wifey,” he growls against my lips. “You feel amazing.”
His fingers slide through my engorged folds, circle my clit, roll and pinch it, gliding up and down my drenched slit. I whimper into his mouth, my hands clutching his massive shoulders.
His mouth moves to my neck, sucking and biting my sensitive skin, making me shake in his powerful arms with combined pleasure and ravaging desire. Fucking marking me, making me his without even having fucked me yet.
“You gonna come home with me?” he rasps against my skin.
I shake my head, even as my hips rock against his hand, letting out a weak, “No.”
He chuckles darkly, his fingers sliding lower, teasing my spasming entrance. “You sure?”
Oh my God, the feel of his long, thick fingers… of his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, his warm breath, his huge body surrounding me. I’m nothing but a puddle of need right now.
“No,” I breathe out, not making any sense. Not even sure if I’m saying no to going with him or to being sure.
He pulls my shirt up and my bra down, taking a nipple in his hot mouth, and sucks. Hard. Making a direct line to my pulsing clit. I cry out, arching into him, pressing my soft body to his hard one. Wanting him, needing him. Ready to give him everything, anything.
Zak pushes two long, thick fingers inside me. Filling me.
“Come home with me, wife,” he rumbles against my breast. His thumb finding my clit and rolling mind-blowing circles in pace with the thrusts of his fingers.
I’m not even sure how or why I’m resisting anymore. “I… I can’t…”
“Yes, you can, baby.” He slowly pumps inside me, driving me fucking nuts. “Let me take care of you.”
I moan, my head falling back. My entire body trembling under the waves of maddening pleasure.
He switches to my other breast. Biting into the full flesh, sucking as much of it as he can into his hungry mouth, then licking over the same path. All the while his fingers are still working magic between my legs.
I’m shaking all over, moaning loudly, shaking and thrusting my hips into his touch, my chest to his mouth, pulling him as close as I can.
“Say yes, Nadia.”
“I…” I can barely think or even breathe. “I don’t…”
“Say it, sweetheart.” He curls his fingers inside me, finding that perfect fucking spot. And I can’t resist anymore…
“Zak… please…”
“Come home with your husband.” His thumb rolls faster over my clit, is fingers moving faster inside me, making deliciously dirty noises.
I’m so close. Right on the edge…
“Say you’ll come home where you belong,” he demands.
“Yes!” I cry out. “I’ll… I’ll come home with you!”
Zak fucking growls, “Good girl.”
He falls to his knees in front of me, throws my legs over his huge shoulders and buries his face into my cunt.
Sliding his tongue deep inside me, swirling it, slurping my juices, nibbling at my inner lips, pinching my clit.
His nose, his entire face rubbing all over my slit.
His already stubbly jaw rasping against the soft skin of my inner thighs.
Fucking phenomenal. I come, and come, and come, riding his face with abandon, my back to the wall, my fingers gripping his hair.
Not even caring how heavy I must be, or if I might fall.
I know he’s got me. My man. My fucking husband.
Oh, fuck… I scream, my pussy clenching around his fingers, my legs shaking, every limb trembling as pleasure fucking shatters me.
And Zak doesn’t let off. He keeps working me through it. Drawing out every last drop until I’m a fucking wreck. A rag-doll sagging on him.
Only then does he slowly pull back, his stormy eyes never leaving mine.
They’re dark, feral, filled with so much savage hunger I’m not sure how he’s able to resist it.
While I watch him, dazed and breathless.
He stands, wiping the mess I made on his face with the back of his hand.
Eyes glinting, a fucking sexy smile on his ruggedly handsome face.
“Good girl,” he rumbles, kissing the tip of my nose. The gesture so sweet, in complete contrast with how he just ravaged me into submission. “Now go pack, baby. Change, do whatever you need to so we can go back home.”
Then he walks to the door, opens it, and glancing back over his shoulder with a smirk, the asshole fucking winks!