Sixteen #3
“You smell fucking delicious, sunshine. I can’t wait to feast on this hungry pussy.”
She throws her head back, moaning. I know she gets turned on by my dirty mouth; she’s admitted that to me before. I grab onto the inside of her thigh and bite down. I can taste her leaking juices covering her thighs. Turning my head, I give her other thigh the same treatment.
“Ah, oh god, Zac,” Alyssa is moaning incoherently, loudly.
I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole building hears her screaming my name.
Reaching my hands up to her breasts, I release the clamps at the same time my mouth sucks on her clit.
She loses it, bucking wildly beneath me, screaming out a mixture of obscenities and my name.
I continue to drink from her until she comes down, bringing her back to me with slow, languid licks.
Lifting up, I crawl back over her body and kiss her greedily, her tongue meeting mine hungrily, stroke for stroke. Slowing the kiss, I rise up, looking her in the eye.
“You okay, sunshine?”
She smiles up at me and I swear I see my future in that smile.
“Never been better.”
“You want to stop or keep going?” I ask her, giving her full control, even though she’s the one currently in handcuffs.
“Mmm, don’t you dare stop now, Zac,” she demands, attempting to look stern. All it does is make her look cute as hell.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I say as I place a blindfold over her eyes.
Picking up the riding crop, I lightly trail the tip from her lips, down her throat all the way down to her core, where I lightly tap it against her clit.
I watch as her body arches, and listen to the moans she makes.
Trailing the tip of the crop back up, I tap each breast slightly harder.
“Your creamy skin looks good with my markings all over it, baby. Want more?” I ask her.
“Mmm, more, Zac. Give me all you got,” she demands.
I chuckle, knowing damn well I would never whip her with all my strength. I’m not a fucking sadist. I get off from seeing her pleasure, not seeing her in pain.
I tap the crop against her stomach, then along each thigh a few times.
By the time I throw the crop to the floor and climb between her legs, she is a squirming mess.
Lifting the blindfold, I want to be able to see those blue eyes as I thrust into her.
I lower my head and kiss her slowly, which is the total opposite of how much my cock is aching to be buried inside of her right now.
“I need to be inside you,” I say as I trail kisses down the side of her neck.
“Yes, Zac. I want you in me, now!”
Guiding my cock to her entrance, I slam into her. Alyssa brings her legs up and wraps them around me. Her hips meet me thrust for thrust.
“You feel fucking amazing, Alyssa. I don’t know how much longer I can last.” Reaching between our bodies, I slide my thumb around her clit.
“Ah, yes! Zac! I’m coming!”
Alyssa’s body convulses, her pussy clenching around my cock. I feel my balls tighten, the tingling in my spine, and then I’m coming hard, spilling into her. Calling out her name…
It takes a few minutes for us to come down from our high.
I fall next to her so I don’t squash her, our breathing heavy.
I get up and walk to the bathroom; it’s only then that I realise my mistake.
I didn’t use a condom and I came inside her.
Fuck, wetting a washer, I walk back out to see she hasn’t moved.
Using the washer, I wipe between her legs. I love how she doesn’t stop me from doing this anymore. But I’m about to ruin her blissful moment when I tell her what I just did.
“Sunshine, I, umm, I have to tell you something, but you have to promise not to get mad or hate me,” I plead with her.
“Zac, I could never possibly hate you.”
Taking a deep breath in, I let it out. “I forgot to use a condom,” I spit out really quickly, “and I came inside you.”
I hold my breath, watching her reaction. She’s looking at me, her expression frozen in place.
“I’m clean, I swear. I can show you my test results from just last month.” Great, now I’m blubbering.
The next thing I know, Alyssa is laughing—she’s laughing so damn hard there are tears in her eyes. I think I might have broken her. I wait for her to stop laughing.
“Something funny?” I ask.
“Yes, do you really think I couldn’t tell the difference?”
Thinking this over, I just shrug.
“Zac, it’s fine. You don’t need to worry. I’m on birth control and I’m as clean as you can get.”
Lying down, I pull her into my arms, the place where she belongs. She sighs as she settles into the nook of my shoulder.
Kissing the top of her head, I muse, “Sunshine, I’m not worried about you getting knocked up. I was worried you would hate me if you did, though. And I sure as shit was not thinking you weren’t clean.”
“I’m not saying I’d be stoked if I got pregnant, but I wouldn’t hate you for it, Zac. I don’t hate kids. I’m just petrified at the thought of leaving a child in this world like I was.” She’s so quiet as she tells me this.
I squeeze her a little tighter. “Alyssa, you are not alone anymore. You have a family now. And whether or not you want us, Bray and Ella, even Dean, we are your family now. I love you. I know Ella adores you and Bray and Dean, well, I feel a little sorry for you, getting lopped in with those two morons. But we love you, and when we make children together, all of our family will love them unconditionally.”
Looking up at me, she says, “I love you too. And Bray and Dean are not morons, Zac.” She thinks on this a bit before adding, “Well, Bray might be a little, but I’ll deny it till I’m blue in the face if you tell him I said that.”
Chuckling, I reach over to turn out the light. “You need to get some sleep, baby.”
“Good night, Zac. I love you so damn much.” “Goodnight, sunshine. I love you too. Now go to sleep. I’ve kept you awake long enough.”