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Her eyes were so dark he could only see theblue outer ring. “How many is almost every night since freshmanhomecoming?” The flush on her cheeks deepened.
“That’s terribly specific. What did… Oh.Yeah…” He grinned, knowing she couldn’t see it. “Right,” hebreathed the word against her outer lips. “What part of that nightwas so inspiring?”
“I s-saw you kiss Stephanie.”
“I hope you enjoyed the show.” Heremembered. He’d made out with Steph, who wasn’t even his date,because Zara was watching. In hindsight, it was a dick move. Buthe’d caught Zara with some football player behind the bleachersthat week and hadn’t been in a very considerate mood.
“I may have died of jealousy. Just alittle.”
“That was the point.” Not that his teenageself would’ve admitted to giving a shit what Zara did with anyone,but Dane had gotten four years to reflect on their history. Hehooked one of her knees over his shoulder, watching her reaction ashe explored her most sensitive places. “But I promise I neverkissed Steph like this.” He bowed his head closer, spreading herwith his tongue before tracing her clit. Zara let out a sharp,sweet gasp, and her hand gripped his on her thigh while the otherreached for his hair. Her hips twitched with each movement he madeas if she was either too sensitive or too nervous to holdstill.
The cream slicking his tongue after a fewgentle strokes confirmed the reason, even as Zara moaned his nameagain. He sighed against her heat, his tongue delving, thrusting,tasting. He worked two fingers into her tight depths and returnedhis attention to her clit.Should’ve known she’d be fucking tinyeverywhere.“That’s it, Z. Relax for me. I got you.”
His other hand went to his briefs, pushingthem down so he could stroke himself. It gave just enough relief tolet him focus as Zara came apart on his tongue and fingers. He keptgoing, pushing her, sliding a third finger into her bewitchingbody, and making her writhe until she sobbed his name.
“Dane, please! I c-can’t … I need you…Please. Please!”
He couldn’t deny her. Quickly crawling ontothe bed, he settled over her. He waited for her to arch, thengripped the back of her head and lifted her to meet his lips. “Whatis it you want, baby girl?”
Her fingers dug into his hips. “You. I wantyou.” She kissed him desperately, her tongue tracing hislips.
“Is that all?”
“Please, fuck me?” The question was acalculated, breathy plea he’d heard her use to get other men to dothings for her. Never him. Never anything so intimate, either.“Please let me come on your cock, Dane.”
“And if I do?” He pulled his head back,keeping his lips just out of her reach, his cock rubbing againsther drenched cunt but not where she needed it. “What do I get,Zara? What will you do for me?” He knew he was playing with fire,but if he just gave her what she wanted, that’d make him nodifferent than any other man.
I’m not them, Zara.He looked intoher eyes, willing her to accept that fact.
Recognition, amusement, and lust flashedacross her expressive features before her fingernails trailedlightly down his side, over the scar she’d touched earlier. “I’llbe yours, Dane,” she whispered, with their lips all but touching.She laid her head back, her hair splayed across his pillow. Herhips tilted again, pushing up against his throbbing cock. “I knowyou want me screaming your name with that monster dick buried tothe hilt.”
“I do.” He slid a hand into her hair again,holding tighter this time. “Does that worry you?”
“No. I like begging. I want you holding mein place while you make me take another stroke, make me come onemore time, make me scream for you.” Zara’s hand touched his cheek,her thumb just on the edge of the scar there. Like she already knewwhere to touch. “I’m yours, love.”
“Say it again,” he commanded, shifting,pressing the head of his cock at her entrance.
“I’m your—” He snapped his hips forward,relishing in her scream. He didn’t give her time to adjust either.He’d meant to, but when he felt her pussy grip him, he forgoteverything else. In his dreams, he imagined taking her slow as helearned every inch of her body. Now that he had her, he fucked herhard, speeding up with each thrust. It wasn’t gentle. He needed hertoo badly.
“Fuck. You’re perfect,” Dane moaned.
Her hips met his, and her fingernails duginto his sides and back as her body clamped down. Her orgasm camewith another scream she muffled against his shoulder and keeningmoans that were almost his name, almost a plea. He rode the stormuntil her next climax hit. “Dane, God, don’t stop. Come, please …I’m yours. God, I’m yours, please, please…” The words broke intodesperate, incoherent sounds. For him.
His lips crashed against hers, silencing herwords but not her moans. Or his. He curled desperate fingers intoher hair, tugging her head back as he buried his face against herthroat, whispering her name with his release. His body shook, hiships pistoned with a frenzied pace as he filled her pussy, and hershuddering body pulled more cum from him.
She was killing him, taking everything.
He was giving it.
The pulses eventually stopped, and he couldbreathe. A second or ten passed before he realized he’d settled hisfull weight on top of her. He rolled onto his back, his legs stillentwined with hers. “Holy shit.” He’d have laughed if he had enoughair in his lungs.
“Mm.” Zara sighed and curled into his side,her face hidden against his chest, covered by the tangled curls. Hecouldn’t remember pulling her ponytail loose, but damn if he carednow. Her limbs were shaking, her breaths as uneven as his own. Heliked that.But it might be even better if she was completelyexhausted… I … fuck!His gaze caught her thigh and a smear ofliquid along her skin.
“Oh, shit. I forgot to wrap up. Areyou—”
“Don’t worry. I’ve got an implant.” Zararaised a brow. “Unless you’re about to say you just gave me theclap.”
Dane laughed. “Not likely. I’d have to fucksomeone bareback for that.”
