Chapter 37 #2
Pulling away just long enough to look, I say, "Look at you." Her pussy is swollen and glistening, pink and perfect. "So fucking wet for me."
Diving back in, I suck her clit hard, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Her thighs start to tremble against my ears. She’s close. Two fingers slide inside her, curling upward to find the spot that drives her crazy. Zoe arches, a cry tearing loose.
"Yes," she hisses. "Right there. Don’t stop."
My fingers pump hard and fast while my mouth works her clit. The combination overwhelms her. She comes with a sharp, broken shout, her whole body seizing, thighs clamping around my head. I stay with her, slowing my mouth until she pushes me away, oversensitive.
Rising to my feet, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Zoe lies there boneless, chest heaving, eyes glazed.
"My turn," she says, sitting up.
She slides off the mattress onto her knees. The contrast is filthy—bare skin and dominant black leather. Her hand wraps around the base of my cock.
"Fuck, Zoe," I groan, my head tipping back.
She leans in and takes me into her mouth. Heat closes around me—wet, tight, perfect. Watching her lips stretch around my cock, her eyes locked on mine, nearly breaks me. My hand fists in her hair, guiding the rhythm.
"Take it all," I rasp.
A moan vibrates around me as she bobs her head, taking me deeper, choking slightly when I hit the back of her throat, but she doesn’t pull away. She takes it, letting me fuck her mouth.
"Look at you," I say, voice rough. "So fucking good with my cock in your mouth."
Pulling back for air, a string of saliva connects her lips to the tip of my dick. Her hand strokes me, slick with spit.
"I want you inside me," she says, voice husky.
I pull her up, hauling her onto the bed. She starts to reach for the zipper of her boots, her fingers brushing the leather.
“No,” I say, catching her wrists. “Leave them.”
“They’ll get in the way.”
“I don’t care,” I say, pushing her back down. “I want to feel them.”
My hand goes to the nightstand for a condom. The wrapper tears open between my teeth as I roll it on, my fingers shaking just a little. Adrenaline is still coursing through me, mixing with the lust.
I crawl over her, settling between her thighs. The leather of her boots brushes against my sides, cool and smooth—sensory overload. Lined up, I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in one stroke.
We both groan. She feels incredible. Tight and hot and wet. Like she was made for me.
I start slow and deep, savoring the way her pussy grips me. Her legs wrap around my waist, the heels of her boots digging into my lower back. The pain is sharp. Grounding.
“Harder,” she demands, her nails scraping down my shoulders.
I give her what she wants, fucking her hard enough to shake the bed. Skin slaps against skin, loud and obscene.
“Is this what you wanted?” I growl against her neck. “You wanted to see what I’d do without a leash?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m never going back,” I tell her, biting down on her collarbone.
Pulling out suddenly, I ignore her whine of protest and flip her over, dragging her up onto her hands and knees.
“Ass up,” I command.
Zoe arches her back, presenting herself to me. The boots are still on, framing her ass, turning her into something dark and mythic. I grip her hips, fingers digging in, and slam back into her. The angle is deeper. I can feel her tightening around me.
“Fuck,” I grit out. “You feel so good.”
Reaching around, I find her clit and rub tight circles, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. Her moaning turns constant now—a low, desperate sound that goes straight to my head.
“Come for me,” I order. “Come on my cock.”
She does. Her pussy clamps down like a vise, her whole body shuddering. I ride her through it, prolonging the pleasure until she collapses forward, face buried in the pillows.
After pulling out, I flip her onto her back again. She looks dazed, eyes wide, lips swollen.
“Gio,” she breathes. “I can’t.”
“You can,” I say, positioning myself between her legs again. “You will.”
Sliding back inside her, I move slowly this time—torturously—holding her gaze. I want her to see me. I want her to see who I am now.
“I love you,” I say. The words feel foreign on my tongue, but right. “I love you so much.”
Her expression softens, just a fraction. Zoe reaches up, cupping my face in her hands.
“I know,” she says. “I love you too.”
Something breaks loose in my chest. I move faster, chasing the release coiling at the base of my spine. She meets me thrust for thrust, her legs locking around my waist, the leather boots pressing into my skin.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her.
“Do it,” she says. “Come for me.”
I let go. Burying my face in her neck, I groan as my whole body goes rigid, emptying myself into the condom. It’s overwhelming. A total system reset.
I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her, breathing her in.
We stay like that for a long moment, hearts pounding in sync. Eventually, I roll off her, disposing of the condom in the trash beside the bed. Pulling her into my arms, I tuck her head under my chin. The leather of her boot traces against my calf, grounding.
“You okay?” she asks.
Looking around the room—the expensive furniture, the tech, the clothes—it all feels different now. Just stuff. Just background noise.
“Yeah,” I say, tightening my hold on her. “I’m good.”
Millions are gone. Family is gone. The future I was handed is gone. But lying here, with the smell of sex and leather in the air and Zoe warm and solid in my arms, I feel like the richest man in the world.
“No more fixing things for me,” she says suddenly, her voice serious.
I pull back to look at her. “What?”
“You stood up to him,” Zoe says. “You stood up to Rylan. You proved it today. You don’t need to prove anything else.” Her jaw sets. That familiar stubbornness. “No more fixing things for me. I win on my own, or I don’t win.”
I really look at her. She’s stating a fact. Setting terms.
Leaning in, I kiss her forehead—soft, gentle.
“I know,” I say. “You don’t need me to save you. You just need me to love you.”
She relaxes against me with a sigh. “Exactly.”
We settle into the silence, solidified. The door is locked. The phone is off. The world stays outside.
For the first time in my life, I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.