The Single Life with Zola Patterson Part 2 - Danielle Allen Page 0,33

as I breathed out his name.

As soon as he heard it, his mouth was on me. Kissing and sucking my neck until he got to my mouth, he parted my full lips with his tongue. He kissed me hard and deep just as he toyed with my clit. When he found the rhythm that caused my mind to go blank, my knees buckled.

“Yes,” I moaned. I ran my hands through his thick beard and tugged lightly as I lifted my hips. When he attempted to pull away, I whimpered and pulled his beard harder.

He groaned in response and started moving his fingers up and down my slit. “I couldn’t handle it. Knowing that you were giving this to someone else.” His dick pressed against my hip and feeling how hard he was only turned me on more. I let go of his beard to touch him and he made the sexiest noise before he said, “I need to stop…”

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

He kissed me deeper, allowing our tongues to caress before he pulled away. “You don’t want what I want and I’m not looking to play games, Zola…” He sucked on my bottom lip before catching it between his teeth, tugging gently. “If you want to be single, I can’t stop you.” He slid two fingers inside me, causing me to gasp into his mouth. “But I’m not sharing you.”

“Oh my God,” I panted, rocking against his skilled hand. The point of no return was looming.

“I want you so fucking bad, Zola,” he grunted as he found my mouth again. “I want your pussy wrapped around my dick.” He rubbed my g-spot as he moved in and out of me. “And I want you to be mine.”

The pull deep inside me built to an unbearable level. As his stroke became more focused, my breathing became more labored. My eyes fluttered shut and he stilled his fingers. My hips undulated against his motionless fingers and when I couldn’t get the friction I needed, I whimpered.

Noooooooooo. I was so close!

“Look at me,” he commanded. “Tell me what you want.”

My eyes opened slowly. I licked my lips as my chest heaved. “I want you,” I admitted softly.

“Come on. You can be honest with me.” He began caressing my clit. “You want me to make you come, but you don’t want to give up being single for me.”

His touch felt electric and I couldn’t speak if I wanted to.

As his fingers resumed sliding across the most sensitive part of me, I gripped his shoulder with my left hand and undid his sweatpants with my right.

“You want me to make you come, Zola?” Saint asked, breathing as hard as I was.

“Yes,” I panted.

“I want to make you come, too. You want me to take care of this wet pussy before I go?”

Nodding again, I snaked my hand into his compression shorts. “Please take care of me,” I breathed, my fingers brushing the base. “Please don’t go.”

“Fuck, you’re making this hard,” he swore. His body tensed momentarily. Hooking his fingers inside me, he moved in and out. I started to grind my hips, working myself on his hand.

“You said you wouldn’t run from me,” he said through clenched teeth.

Closing my eyes and dropping my head forward, I breathed, “I’m not.”

“Look at me.”

With my head on his chest, I could feel his accelerated heart rate as it pounded against his chest. I felt the rapid bursts of air from his ragged breathing. But the most intense feeling was the way he played with me.

“Zola, let me see that pretty face when you come for me.”

Instead of responding verbally, I moaned and lifted my head.

His fingers expertly moved in and out of me as his mouth captured my own. His tongue forced its way into my mouth. My arousal grew as we kissed with reckless abandon. Somehow, I yanked his pants down enough to pull his dick free and start stroking him.

“I need to taste you,” he mumbled before dropping to his knees before me.

He lifted my leg and placed it over his shoulder as best he could with my pants still pooled at my feet. He worked his fingers in and out of me and even though I was watching him, feeling his tongue slide across my sensitive flesh caught me off guard.

“Yes, yes, yes, right there,” I cried wantonly.

His tongue against my clit caused everything to go black and I arched my back violently and bucked against his face.

Our eyes locked and then mine rolled to