The Single Life with Zola Patterson Part 2 - Danielle Allen Page 0,21

and struggled to keep my eyes open as I lifted myself up and down in his lap.

“Shit,” he groaned.

With one hand on my hip and the other palming my breast, he guided my movements as I rode him. Everywhere our bodies were connected, I was on fire.

“Saint,” I moaned, letting the tempo build.

Letting my head fall back, I panted his name repeatedly.

“Shit, Zola.” His breathing was ragged as he thrust up into me. His hands palmed my ass, bringing me down harder and harder on his dick.

“Oh God,” I panted. I couldn’t get enough of him.

Pulling out of the kiss, Saint rolled me over. As soon as I was on my back again, he grabbed my legs and pushed them back, exposing me.

“You felt too fucking good,” he uttered as the head of his dick met my wetness.

“Mmmm.”

His thumb strummed my clit. “You were about to make me come.”

I let out a noise that was part gasp and part grunt as he sank into me.

“And I can’t come until I feel you come on my dick.”

“Oh, God,” I wailed.

I closed my eyes as he filled me up and stretched me out inch by inch.

“Fuck,” he swore gruffly, extending the word out. His head fell against my shoulder as I locked my legs around him, pulling him in to the hilt. With his mouth only inches from my ear, he whispered, “I love how fucking wet you are for me…”

I shivered.

He pulled almost all the way out and then paused. “Open your eyes.”

When I met his gaze, he slowly slid back inside of me. His slow, measured movements felt as if he were strumming my body. With our eyes locked, I felt him in every part of me.

“Saint,” I begged, my hands gripping his biceps.

Having his eyes bore into mine as he was stroking me was almost too much, too intense, too real. I whispered his name over and over again as my orgasm kept building. My heart was beating wildly, and I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t.

And that was my undoing.

“I’m about to come,” I panted soundlessly, chest heaving.

“Then come for me,” he said softly before withdrawing himself and then slamming into me unexpectedly.

“Saint,” I groaned, arching my back and constricting around him.

My body shook uncontrollably. He swore under his breath and continued fucking me through my orgasm. My arms fell from around him and hit the mattress hard. I tried with everything in me to keep my eyes open, but it was too good, too intense. I cried out loudly and my heart beat out of my chest.

“That was sexy as hell.” He kissed his way from my shoulder to my mouth and then brushed his lips against mine.

I couldn’t respond so I just grabbed his face and kissed him wantonly. Heavy breathing and swallowed moans were the only noises coming out of us.

“I have a confession to make…” He tangled his fingers in my hair. His voice was low and hoarse. “I love the sound of you saying my name…” He eased into me again. “And I love the way you feel when you come on my dick,” he concluded, grinding himself into me deeper, harder, faster than before.

From the low grunts that seemed to come from deep in his chest to the sound of him pumping in and out of my wetness, I was being pushed to my limit for a second time. It wasn’t going to be long before I came again.

Sitting up, he shoved my legs back, opening me wider, and stroked my clit with his thumb. His touch jolted me and burned through my body.

“Say my name.”

“Saint…”

He groaned under his breath, ramming into me. “That’s it.”

My eyes rolled back as our bodies collided. “Saint.”

“That’s it, Zola. Come for me again,” he demanded in a gruff tone.

He continued thrusting and our lips found each other. Hitting a spot deep inside me, I clenched tighter causing him to groan loudly. He drove himself into me harder with each stroke. My mouth fell open and my toes curled. I came harder than ever before.

“Look at me,” Saint breathed as he bucked against me.

I opened my eyes, but it was him that seemed to struggle to maintain eye contact. His face contorted and he bit down on his bottom lip as he started losing control. Letting out a low growling noise, his eyes closed, and his head fell back.

Watching him come was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

“Oh my God,” I panted.

That was the best sex