I take advantage of the two of them engaging in a stareoff and slip my hand up Maddy’s dress.
Katie gets a sly look on her face and whips her head to the TV. I’m sure my girl gave it away. But I don’t give a fuck.
She arches her back as I move my hand to her pussy. The sight of her pushing her breasts out like that makes my dick even harder.
Her eyes go wide and I lean in close to her, resting my head just behind hers.
“Shh,” I tell her and plant a kiss on her neck.
Her breathing picks up, but she lets me. She looks back at me and bites her lip, but she doesn’t say anything.
Yes!
I tap her thighs, waiting to see if she’ll let me go farther, and she does. My girl must need this 'cause she’s not fighting me.
That sassy mouth of hers is closed, and her legs are spread just enough for me to get her off. I chuckle in the crook of her neck.
My stubborn peach is at least willing to put her guard down long enough to let me get her off. Maybe she’s thinking she’ll just get off and leave me hanging, and to be honest, I’m fine with that. For now.
Her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing and she licks her lips as I slip my fingers past her panties and circle her clit. My dick is hard as steel as I feel how hot and wet she is. Damn, she’s good at putting on a front and denying herself what she wants.
I watch as her eyes go half-lidded and her lips part.
What I wouldn’t give to be able to bite that lip right now.
I circle her clit and nip her earlobe as she whimpers. “Quiet,” I whisper into her ear.
She tries to keep her expression neutral, but her eyes close as my fingers dip into her hot, wet cunt.
Fuck, she’s going to feel so fucking good on my dick. I pump my fingers in and out, stroking her G-spot and press my palm to her clit.
I’m so fucking hard, I’m leaking precum.
I gotta get her off and try to get Katie outta here, cause I need to be inside her.
I feel it the moment she cums. It’s fucking perfect.
Her pussy clamps around my fingers and her body trembles. She shoves her ass into my dick and I can’t help but to rock a bit into that thick ass so she knows how much I want her.
An explosion on screen muffles her small gasp. She throws her head back and I catch her lips with mine.
It’s fucking perfect.
And then I see Katie get up and tiptoe her way out of the room from the corner of my eye.
Chapter 11
Madeline
Explosions jolt my body, and it’s hard not to cry out as I throw my head back. Zane’s thick fingers continue to assault me even as I spasm around his fingers and press my ass against his big dick. My breathing quickens, my vision blurs and the room spins as pleasure becomes my existence.
I don’t know how much time passes before I come back to earth, but when I do, Katie is mysteriously gone from the room and Zane is staring at me with a big satisfied grin on his face.
Wow. I can’t believe I just let him do that, I think with shock, falling out of Zane’s lap and shuddering. But it felt good. Incredibly good. And I want more. But how could I let this happen in the first place?
It’s Katie's fault, I blame. She was supposed to keep this from happening.
I search for her in a panic and find she’s nowhere to be found. Shit! Did she see? Or did she leave before things got so heavy? Was it her way of giving Zane permission to have his way with me? I bet she fucking did. Whatever it was, she’s gonna pay dearly for her treachery.
Damn you, Katie!
I decide to take my anger out on Zane. “You asshole!” I snarl.
Zane looks bewildered. “Huh? Why are you mad at me, peaches? I was just trying to loosen you up.”
Oh, you loosened me up alright, I think wryly, trying to keep my eyes level with his face. I’m painfully aware of the huge bulge in his pants and my juices all over his fingers.
“Our date is over.” I stab a finger at the door. “Leave. Now.” I’m not sure why I’m being this way. This man just gave me the best orgasm of my life and now I want him to get away from me before...
Zane doesn’t budge. “Come on. Our date can’t be over, especially after that.”
But that is the very reason our date should be over. Because I’m too fucking scared of what’s coming next.
“Oh yeah? What do you think we should do then?” I don’t give him a chance to answer and instead say accusingly, “I know exactly what you want to do.”
Zane stares at me with a hunger that is palpable. “I ain’t gonna lie, peaches. I want that sweet, tight pussy of yours cumming all over my dick. Right now.”
His words almost make me swoon. Seriously, the way he says things, he could open up his own phone sex line. And the bad thing about it is, I want exactly what he wants. Even though I just experienced an explosive orgasm, I’m ready for another one. So fucking ready.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he continues. “You’re smart, sassy, sexy and very funny. And I haven’t ever met a girl like you, so how can you blame me?”
I stare at him, fighting my raging hormones, fighting my emotions. With each passing second, I’m losing the battle. After just cumming all over his hand, it’s hard to justify not giving in and letting him have his way with me. Fuck, I want him to use my body.
“Just give me one chance, peaches,” he reasons, his voice dipping even lower than I thought possible. “To cherish you, worship you, and... be inside of you.”
That’s it. I can’t take it. I want him to fuck me like he owns me. I want him.
I grab him by the hand and lead him upstairs. My heart pounds in my chest and my body heats with equal amounts of anxiety and desire. We fall back on my bed and he doesn’t waste a moment to kiss me passionately. His hands roam all over my body as our tongues do battle, and I moan with need. Maybe I knew this was going to happen. I couldn’t avoid it. He wants me, and he’s a man who always gets what he wants.
Before I know it, my dress is being ripped over my head and I find myself in just my bra and panties. Zane moves to remove my bra, but I stop him, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Wait,” I gasp.
“What?” His eyes are burning with fiery intensity, his breathing ragged. He looks like a man that's run a mile and is thirsty as fuck.
I tremble beneath that hungry gaze. “I don’t know if we should do this.” How I’m still resisting right now, I have no idea.
Zane is having none of it, and begins undoing my bra, his eyes promising pleasures beyond my wildest dreams. “Come on peaches, let me show you what you’re missing.” He brings his lips forward and kisses me up my neck until he reaches my lips, which he devours, sucking and gently biting on them.
It’s over. I’m fucking done.
As he lays me back on the bed and begins to take off my last pieces of clothing, dismantling my resistance bit by bit, I finally surrender myself to him. And somewhere, through all the moaning, I hear him whisper in my ear, “And you’re going to fucking love it.”
Chapter 12
Zane
I see her defenses fall down around her. I see the vulnerability in her eyes. Her lips part, and a soft moan escapes. Finally! I crawl toward her slowly and press my lips against hers. I’m not going to let her regret this.
I moan into her mouth, and slip my tongue in, massaging hers and enjoying her hands tangling in my hair. Let go, peaches.
She rocks her pussy against me and it’s almost more than I can take.
I’m so fucking hard for her. She’s all I’ve wanted for so long. I want this to last.
I gently pull her bra free of her arms. She shakes out her hair and tries to cover herself from me shyly.
“No you don’t, peaches.” I can see the hesitation in her eyes and the distrust. My girl doesn’t like to be told what to do, but that’s only because of another man doing her wrong. She’ll learn to love what I do t
o her.
She’ll learn to trust me. I’ll show her.
“I wanna see you. I wanna see every inch of your beautiful skin.”
I lean down and kiss her neck. She tilts her head, letting a soft moan of pleasure escape and exposing more of herself to me.
My fingers grip the edge of her panties and I’m slow to pull them down her thighs. I kiss my way down, loving the feel of her beneath me and the way she writhes from my touch. I plant kisses on her breasts, her sides, her hips. I look up at her and leave one on her clit.
She looks down at me with a vulnerability I’m growing to love.
I take a languid lick of her heat.
I groan and close my eyes. Peaches. “So fucking sweet.” A beautiful blush colors her cheeks. I stare into her eyes as I suck her clit into my mouth and massage it with my tongue. She tries to keep my gaze, but her head falls back and her hands fly to my hair.
I suck harder and slip two fingers into her soaking pussy.
Fuck, she’s so tight and hot. She’s going to feel like heaven on my dick. I curl my fingers and stroke her G-spot, needing to get her off again so I can get inside her.
I need her.
I kick my pants off as she cums on my fingers. Her arousal leaks out of her pussy and I’m quick to lick it up. Her body jerks and trembles, and her eyes close tight as her release takes over.
I push my boxers down and cage her small body in under me.
I line the head of my dick up as the last of her orgasm flows through her. I dip into her pussy slowly, loving how tight and hot she is for me. I hold my breath as I push all the way in, making her back arch. Her nails dig into my back and her forehead pinches as she struggles to take all of me. I kiss the crook of her neck and give her a moment to get adjusted to my size.
She feels so fucking good. I knew she would. I groan against her neck. I knew she’d feel just like this.
I rock slowly and listen as her moans of slight pain become moans of intense pleasure. It doesn’t take long until she’s rocking her pussy and pushing me in deeper. Her heels dig into my ass, begging me for more. And I give it to her.
I don’t hold back.
I thrust into her, holding her hips down so she forced to take all of me and everything I’m giving her.
Over and over I impale her with my dick. She screams out my name and it’s the sexiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
I need to cum, but I don’t want to yet. I don’t want this to be over.
I’ve finally gotten a taste of her. I’ve broken down a wall I’m not sure she’ll leave down for me. I know there’s a good chance that the moment this is over, she’s going to regret it. And I don’t want that. I can’t stand the thought that she’d ever regret being with me.
I push harder into her. I pound into her tight little pussy with everything I have, holding back my need to cum.
Her neck arches, and she screams out as her body trembles beneath me. The urge to cum is strong, but I don’t. I won’t. I want more.
I need to give her more.
I cover her nipple with my mouth and suck, keeping up my ruthless pace.
Her body pushes against mine as she screams, “Zane!” Her scream is a plea. I know this is intense, but I’m going to give her everything I’ve got.
I pull back and release her nipple with a pop before doing the same to the other side. My blunt fingernails dig into her hips, holding her still as I pound away, taking pleasure from her, but giving her so much more.
“Cum for me, peaches,” I whisper in her ear. And just like the good girl she is, she obeys.
The feel of her hot cunt pulsing around me is more than I can take. I erupt inside her, releasing wave after wave of hot streams. I cum harder than I ever have in my life.
I give her short, shallow pumps until I’m spent.
I look down at her, her eyes closed, mouth parted. Her skin is flushed with the most beautiful pink. She slowly opens her gorgeous green eyes and I can see everything in them.
She can’t hide a thing from me.
I see her desire, her fear. I see her for who she really is.
And I want her.
I need her.
I refuse to let her regret this.
Chapter 13
Madeline
I hear the door creak open and I become slightly annoyed. I don’t like being woken up before my alarm clock goes off. Katie should know that by now.
“Go away!” I growl at her from under the covers, pulling them tighter over my head and burying myself in the warmth of the bed. It’s too comforting. I’m not getting up.
If Katie knows what’s good for her, she’ll leave me alone and go on a run by herself.
A soft smile slips into place as I hear the door close and I’m able to relax slightly. I prepare to drift peacefully back to sleep.
But then I hear a sexy chuckle that causes my pulse to quicken.
“You’re not a morning girl, peaches?” Zane whispers.
I have to blink a few times and lower the covers, but only enough to see him.
Crap, I have no makeup on. I’m in an old baggy t-shirt… I look like shit.
And oh my god. Morning breath.
No, he cannot be here.
I totally kicked his ass out last night for this very reason.
I mean I was as nice as I could be, but I don’t want to ruin this before it even starts because of my morning breath!
I open my mouth to tell him to get out, but he crawls on the bed toward me with a heated look in his eyes. The look of a predator.
I shake my head and sit up slowly, backing away from him.
He smirks, like it’s cute.
“How the fuck did you get in here?” I ask him, just to change the subject from you-can’t-fuck-my-brains-out-when-I-have-morning-breath to anything else.
He smiles, and I’ll be damned if he doesn’t look completely doable right now. He hasn’t shaved, so he has a sexy bit of stubble I want to feel scratching on my inner thighs as he eats me out. His hair looks wild, and it’s begging me to run my hands through it. But I still haven’t even processed what happened last night. He left me exhausted and sated. I kicked him out, took a quick shower and crashed. Hard.
“Katie let me in.”
“That bitch!” Fucking Katie is going to be my downfall.
He laughs at me and cocks a brow as he says, “I can see why she said good luck.”
I bite my bottom lip and look down at the covers. What happened last night was amazing. I can’t deny that. I can’t deny how alive I felt under him. But I’m too scared to fall for him so quickly. It’s not safe. And I know that’s what’s going to happen if I'm not careful. I can’t let it happen.
I have to protect myself.
“Zane, I--”
“Shh,” he puts a finger to my lips. “Don’t think about it.” My lips soften against his finger and he pulls away. “I just need you this morning.” He leans forward for a kiss and I reluctantly give in. I can’t deny I want him. I’m tired of fighting.
“Let me make you feel good.”
I try to talk, I have every intention to object, but the soreness between my thighs reminds me of last night. My clit throbs as if I’ve been primed and ready for him since he left.
He pulls me down under him by my hips and I let out a small shriek.
He grins at me as he says, “You need to be quiet, peaches.” He lifts my t-shirt up high enough to kiss my belly. “In case Katie comes back,” he whispers against my pussy. His thumbs loop around my panties and with a quick tug, he shreds them into nothing.
My eyes go wide and my mouth opens into a perfect O as he licks my clit and pushes two thick fingers inside of me. Yes! He feels so good.
My nipples harden and I remember pinching them for him. I remember how he came watching me. I quickly pull the t-shirt off and do it again. My fingers roll my hardened peaks and then I gently pull. There’s a spike of pain that’s hardwired to my clit and I fucking love it.
He taught me that. He gave that pleasure to me.
He looks up at me from between my legs with a hunger that makes my pussy clench around his fingers.
He groans, “Fuck, baby. I need to be inside you.”
He sits up between my legs and moves his dick back and forth between my pussy lips, pushing in before I have a moment to even think.
Fuck, I barely think as my head falls back.
I hold in my breath as he pushes his rigid cock deeper and deeper.
The stinging pain of being stretched to my limit combined with the ache from last night makes it almost too much. But then his thumb rubs against my clit, and the delicious mix of pleasure and pain makes my body crave more.
He stills deep inside of me and kisses my neck, my jaw, my lips.
I arch my back and then tilt my hips. I need more of him. More.
As he thrusts his hips, I let out a strangled cry of pleasure.
My head thrashes, but he grips my chin and crushes his lips against mine.
I feel like I can’t move; I don’t even want to breathe.
I only want him.
He kisses me with a passion I thought I’d imagined last night.
I kiss him back with everything I have. No thought, only feeling. My body is moving on pure instinct. He devours my kisses like they were meant for him and him alone. My nails dig into his back, and I urge him on.
He pounds into me, taking more and more of me each time.
He pulls away and takes in a breath, pulling his shirt off. His muscles ripple, and the sight alone makes me clench around him.
He owns me in this moment. I know it. He knows it. He towers above me with power and lust. And I love it. I want it.
He doesn’t ask, he merely flips me onto my knees and hammers into me from behind, taking me how he wants me. I can barely hold this position. My fingers dig into the mattress and I struggle to stay up as he fucks me ruthlessly. The wet sounds of him slamming into me again and again fill the room. I feel so weak and helpless, but more than that, deliciously used. And overwhelmed with a pleasure I’ve never felt before.
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