Zak wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. “She’ll stay with me tonight.”
She looked up at her neighbor as if he were her Prince Charming. “Are you sure it’s okay?”
“Don’t mind me,” Kemper drawled.
“I won’t,” Kara said, shooting him a sweet smile he translated as stark sarcasm. “There’s only one man I want to ‘mind’ at all, Kemper. And that man isn’t you.”
Nineteen
“I can sleep on the sofa.” She watched Zak rush around his bedroom. He picked up articles of clothing and tossed them in the hamper. With her statement, he came to an abrupt halt.
“And why would you do that exactly?” he asked, taking a slow step to her.
She shuddered as his gaze whipped up and down her body. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
A grin tilted his lips. “You’ll sleep in here, sub.”
Her breasts felt heavier the second he addressed her with that commanding strength laced through his voice. A hint of arousing temptation settled in her core, leaving her womb clenching in need. The fine hairs on her nape tickled her flesh and her nerve endings felt as if they had been shocked with an electric current. Even her nipples felt tender and sore.
Why did she have an instant response to his voice? Was it because she already knew what he could do to her body, how hot he could make their passion burn? Did he realize he had this sort of effect on her? If so, would he use his position of power to strengthen their bond or would he ultimately take what he wanted and leave her forever ruined, longing for just one more night alone with him?
“I want you in my bed,” he said, taking her by the hand and pulling her against him.
“I could sleep for days. You may have to kick me out.”
He lifted her shirt over her head and immediately embraced her scantily clad body after he discarded her top. His fingers dipped under her clasp and he unhooked her bra. Next, he pushed the straps down her arms. “I won’t be kicking you out.”
“No?” Her breasts spilled into his hands. He plucked her nipples, pinching and tugging them until she moaned with the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain. “Oh that feels so nice, Sir.”
She arched against him, longing for the intimacy then more than she had in the previous hours before. Supporting her back, he ran his tongue between her twin peaks and kissed her down to her navel, fluttering his tongue in and out of the indention.
“Mmm, that feels so good.”
“I know what you need, sub.” He dropped to his knees then. After he loosened her snap and zipper, he kissed the line where her thong had left a faint discoloration on her skin. He quickly stripped her of all clothing and helped her step away from her discarded garments.
Zak looked at her then, really stared into her eyes. “I sort of went back on my word earlier. Now I’ll make it up to you. I plan to pamper and please you.”
“You’re wearing me out. That’s what you’re doing.”
“I’m just getting started with you, sub.” His hot breath washed across her skin and she quivered when he sank lower and pulled her with him.
She was stretched out on the floor beside him before she knew what hit her. Zak took his position between her legs and used his tongue like a trained weapon. He parted her folds and assaulted her pussy lips like a renegade attacking his target. He possessed the only ammunition needed—determination and plenty of skill.
Kara didn’t have time to prepare for the onslaught of good intimate loving. He tapped his tongue against her clit and a wave of arousal flooded her channel once more. “Zak.”
“Yes?” He seemed to mock her then. He rammed his tongue between her pussy lips and the fluttering sensations began all at once.
“Too good,” she crooned, biting down on her fingertip. “I’ll come. You’ll have to carry me to bed...after I...come.”
He stopped his intimate pursuit and rose over her then, kissing her passionately. She could taste her own juices on his wet lips as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth. He deepened their kiss and she jerked, pulling back before thinking about the consequences.
“Don’t,” he said, holding her head steady between his large hands. “I want you to taste what I taste.”
“But—”
“But shhh...” he rasped. He kissed her again, pulling her with him and forcing her to stand. Unsteady on her feet, she fell against the bed, her knees buckling and bending over the edge of the mattress.
Zak stood between her legs. He unhooked his belt, stripped off his jeans, kicked off his loafers, and tugged his shirt overhead.
God bless, he was one fine hunk of a specimen. His dark features held her captive. She became his hostage then, controlled solely by his wishes, wanting to meet and exceed his every demand.
She wrapped her hand around his thick cock and pulled him to her lips. “May I, Sir?”
His cock dipped inside her mouth the second she asked for permission. “Don’t try to make me come.”
“Why, Sir?” She dragged her tongue across the tiny slit of his cockhead. “Don’t you want me to satisfy you?”
His carnal growl exploded around them. “That’s the problem. Just touching you brings me pleasure.”
His confession drove her. She bobbed her head over his cock and sucked the tip to the roof of her mouth, vibrating against his shaft. Tracing the swell of his sac with her fingers, she sucked him in a set rhythm, rising to the tip then falling to the base. She devoured his length and wanted nothing more than to drink in his release. She needed to know the taste and texture of his spill. She longed to see the expression of pleasure marking its place upon his face as she sated his longing and quenched his desires.
His extraordinary size lengthened until she found it more and more difficult to take all of him. She’d noticed how large he was before but now his erection seemed to swell more with every plunge inside her mouth.
Zak was stacked in inches. And she wanted to run her tongue over every last one.
Twenty
She’d given him the blow of a lifetime and he’d made it last for as long as possible. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he said, “I want to teach you how to please me.”
“I want to learn, Sir.”
“You will,” he promised. “But first, I need to hold you. I want to look into your eyes and fuck you, sub. Let me show you how good it will be between us when the punishment is over and the rewards are in play.”
“Then show me,” she whispered, scooting back on the bed.
Pausing long enough to grab a condom from his nightstand, Zak suited up and crawled up the bed. Instead of towering over her, he threw her legs over his back and tucked one hand under her fine ass, lifting her to his mouth.
She watched him then with such dark passion in her eyes that he almost lost his will to feast on her sweet pussy once more. His cock was hard, painfully hard, and the only thing he wanted to do was ram it between her folds and fuck away the throb between his legs.
Thrusting his tongue inside her, he devoured her damp pussy. He fluttered inside her passage and drew her closer, swatting her mound when she moved too much or tried to put some distance between them.
“Patience, Kara,” he whispered, blowing hot air against her clit.
Flicking the hard gem, he fucked her with his tongue. She writhed underneath him, flattening her feet against the bed and pumping up and down, up and down.
“I can’t hold on,” she breathed, twirling one of her soft curls around her finger.
“Then don’t hold on,” he rasped, stopping abruptly. He gave her cunt one final lick and topped her as quickly as possible. He positioned his tormented cock at her entrance, aware of the heat resonating from his dick and her hot center. “Just let go, sub.”
Impaling her pussy for the first time, Zak shoved his cock inside her, willing himself to hang on, hold back, and practice restraint. Fighting off his release would be damned near impossible at this angle.
He bracketed his ar
ms around Kara and forced her to roll with him, switching positions so his back was at the headboard. His legs extended and he guided her up and down, pushing her on his shaft, before lifting her over him.
Kara rode him from the top. Her knees tucked underneath her and she pressed them against his middle, squeezing his torso with each and every jolt.
Watching the impalement drove him crazy. He longed to dump his release inside her pussy, unprotected and without barriers in place. He wanted the intimacy, a much closer connection, yet he couldn’t explain his desires.
The fire she lit inside him was one he’d never contain. He couldn’t even drag his gaze away from their connection. The way her pussy lips flared around the head of his cock made him harder and thicker with every stroke.
“Play with your nipples.”
“Like this, Sir?” She pinched both with her forefingers and thumbs.
“Pull them. Make it hurt. Tell me how it feels.” His mouth watered as he watched her pull at the points, trying to follow his demands.
“God yeah, that’s hot.” He moistened his thumb and toyed with her clit, rolling the small bulb until she cried aloud. “That’s right, baby. Fight it. Resist it.”
For Kemper’s sake, Zak hoped the bastard hadn’t decided to occupy Kara’s room. If he slept on the other side of the wall, then Zak didn’t have to wonder how Mr. Kemper Kapertone felt now. Zak knew that torture. He’d known that pain. He’d been the guy on the outside. He’d been the one forced to listen to the acts of pleasure he desperately wanted to own and experience, stamp with his name.
Her eyes grew heavy. Her pussy was wetter. The sounds of sex filled the room.
She fucked him harder and faster. Her body undulated like a trained dancer’s but she rode his cock like a skillful equestrian. Using her knees for balance, she squeezed her legs against his body and slowed down the pace. Unwinding then, she raked her thumbs across her nipples and shot him a wicked smile.
“Come.” Her smile, that knowing gleam in her eyes, had been his undoing. “Now, sub. Come with me.”
“Mmm,” she crooned, her cunt trapping his cock with the sweetest of vibrations. “Oh yes.”
“Don’t hold back, sub. Let me hear you. Say my name. Scream my name, sub!”
What started out as a hushed and quite silent ride quickly turned into passionate cries. The headboard banged against the wall. The mattress bounced with their weight. And when she was done with the first orgasm, she headed straight for two more, each time screaming out only his name.
Twenty One
Kemper glared at the ceiling.
“Honey, we can switch rooms.” Carly rested her head on his chest. “We shouldn’t have to lie awake and listen to them when your heart is breaking.”
“My heart isn’t the problem,” he assured her. “That man is using her.”
“And if she wants to let him, it’s her business now.”
Kemper gently pushed Carly’s arms away and sat on the edge of the bed. He glared at the wall. “That’s it.”
“What?”
Kemper went to the damming barrier and pressed his ear against the surface. “I couldn’t figure out why that Zak fellow seemed to have it in for me.”
“Tell me you aren’t standing there trying to listen to your ex-girlfriend fuck.” Carly propped up on one elbow and cupped her neck.
Try, hell. He could go in the next room and still hear them. Kemper took a step back. “You’re right. I shouldn’t.”
Only he could’ve sworn he heard spankings. He could’ve laid down a large wager that he heard Kara screaming for more.
His cock was hard. Damn hard. And even with a beautiful woman in his bed, he couldn’t get Kara out of his blasted head.
“Kemper, she’s made her choice.”
“And you seem pleased with that fact,” he pointed out. “The reason that man seemed hell bent on stealing away with my woman is because of these damn thin walls. He must’ve heard me with Kara. He’s listened to us. I’m sure of it.”
“So? What’s your point?”
“He wants her for sex. That’s all he wants.”
“You might be right. Still, it’s none of your business.” She wagged her finger at his tented pants. “That hard-on you have right now? It isn’t for me. We both know that. It’s killing your ego because Kara left you, but you need to accept that she made a choice.
“By the sounds coming from behind this wall, she’s pleased with her decision. Very pleased. And while I hate that you’re hurt, you need to open your eyes. Learn from your past mistakes, because while you’ve been grumbling about losing one of your women, you may have just lost two.”
~ * ~
“Wake up, sub.” Zak kissed her ear. “You have company.”
“Hmm? Who?” Kara was disoriented and trying to shake off sleep when Carly bounced into the room.
“I can’t say I’m surprised.”
“What are you doing over here?” Kara held the comforter to her chest. Zak’s spicy masculine cologne filled her senses.
“Somebody needed to come over here and try to yank some sense into you. After the racket the two of you made last night, I wasn’t about to nominate Kemper.”
From the doorway, Zak said, “While you come to your senses, Kara, I’ll fix some coffee.”
“Thanks,” she grumbled. Zak disappeared and Kara slung the covers back and left the bed.
“Damn, Kara. Did you let him whip you?” Carly’s eyes fixated on Kara’s behind.
“You’d better believe it,” Kara replied, resisting a wide smile. Walking to the full length mirror across the room, she covered her breasts, turned to the room’s center, and peered over her shoulder to examine her red butt. “It doesn’t look too bad.”
“He has an abusive streak!”
“What he has is called a Dominant streak, something you claimed to know how to deal with when Kemper started harping about collaring me a few years ago.”
“Kemper doesn’t spank like that.” Her eyes gave away her envy.
Zak reentered the room with two steamy mugs. “I have cream and sugar downstairs, but I took a wild guess and decided the two of you drank your coffee straight-up.”
Carly glared at him when he passed off her coffee mug. He didn’t seem to mind. He walked over to Kara, set her mug on the dresser behind her and scooped her heap of clothing from the floor. “Let me help you dress.”
“I don’t need help,” she said, feeling her skin heat.
“Apparently you do,” he whispered across her lips. “You’re standing before your friend stark naked.”
“She’s seen me before,” Kara informed him.
Against her ear, Zak whispered, “I don’t want anyone to see what belongs to me.”
She shuddered then and her nipples spiked. Her pussy was as wet as if he’d thrust inside her and splashed her with his release.
As if he knew the effect he’d had on her, he stood in front of her and handed over her bra. He had this quiet determination about him and Kara didn’t dare argue with him. She pushed her arms in the straps and turned around so he could hook the latch. When she faced him again, he handed off her T-shirt and blocked her view of Carly while she slipped on her thong and jeans.
“Well that was just spectacular,” Carly drawled. “So the man has many talents. He can help you dress, make you scream like an alarmed banshee, and he makes a mean cup of coffee. What else could you want?”
“Whatever she wants, she can have,” Zak said, addressing Kara instead of Carly. He pecked her lips and backed away. “I’ll be downstairs.”
Kara couldn’t find her voice then. Part of the reason she attributed to the lust hanging in the balance. The sexual spark that existed between them was still hot enough to ignite forest fires a few states over.
“You okay?” Zak asked, tilting her chin to his with one finger.
“She’s having a hot woman moment,” Carly said, nursing her cup of coffee.
Zak rubbed his tongue a
cross his upper lip and smirked. “I can see that for myself.”
“Your hard-on is the problem,” she mouthed.
“It’s yours,” he promised, pulling her into his arms.
Then, to Kara’s surprise, he gave her a passionate kiss. He thrust his tongue between her lips and pressed his body against hers, allowing her the opportunity to feel that erection she quietly pointed out. When he released her, he acted as if he were pained to let her go, stilling for just a moment before he slowly backed away.
When he exited the bedroom, Carly released a heavy breath. “Well, his age certainly matches the experience demonstrated.”
“He isn’t old Carly.”
“How old is ‘isn’t old’ according to you?”
“Forty-nine.”
“Dear God, Kara. He probably has grown children.”
“He hasn’t mentioned children, but I’ll ask. He’ll be honest with me.”
“I’m sure. Men like that are extremely truthful when the sex is new.”
“Why can’t you be happy for me?”
“Truth?”
“I hope you won’t waste my time with a lie.” She grinned at the door. “I can only imagine what Zak has in mind for later today.”
“You need to snap out of this,” Carly said, rushing her then. She grabbed her arms and shook her. “Kemper was up all night. He is devastated. Don’t you care what this is doing to him?”
“Kemper wanted his cake, wanted it all nice and decorated, not to mention cut and sliced and waiting for him on the table should he decide to pop on by and celebrate for a night. Zak is a keeper, Carly.”
“How do you know Zak is a keeper? From what I gather, last night was the first time you were together.”
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