The Single Life with Zola Patterson Part 2 - Danielle Allen Page 0,34

the back of my head.

The tension that had been building released from deep in my core and spread deliciously through the rest of my body. I rode the entire wave and he never let up. He never stopped tasting me, fingering me, making me come. My mind went completely blank and I saw stars.

Once the last wave of pleasure vanished, I sagged against the wall. I felt him stand more than I saw him, and he helped me to the couch. His dick was still hard and even though he pulled his pants up, it was obvious in those grey sweatpants.

Sitting up, I pulled his sweats down and watched as his heavy dick pointed at me. I looked up at him as I leaned forward.

“Zola,” he whispered.

I opened my mouth wide and took him to the back of my throat. The deep groan he let out was all I needed for encouragement. His approval was further confirmed by the sharp intake of breath as I started bobbing my head.

“Fuck, Zola… what are you doing to me?” he groaned as I coated his dick with saliva and worked the shaft with my hands and mouth.

“I want you to know how much I want you,” I told him between slurps.

Gripping my hair at the root, he gently tugged. “All you’re doing is making me want you more.”

“Good,” I breathed. Sticking my tongue out, I slapped his dick against my waiting tongue. “Do you want to come in my mouth?”

His fingers tightened in my hair. “Yes,” he said hoarsely, allowing me to seduce him.

Batting my eyes up at him, I licked him from his balls to the tip of his dick. “Do you want to come in my pussy?”

“God yes.”

“Will you come in my mouth first?” I asked heatedly. “And then bend me over, stretch me out, and then come in my pussy?”

He let out a carnal groan that sent a chill down my spine. My entire lower body clenched hearing my effect on him.

I bobbled my head on his dick knowing that he was imagining being inside me. I let my warm, wet mouth caress him as I massaged his balls. His hips rocked into my mouth, pushing his dick deeper to the back of my throat. It was so big, I gagged. The noise seemed to do something to him as his entire body reacted. I slurped and gagged again, and he let out a strained moan.

Just when I had him where I wanted him, I swirled my tongue around and then applied a little more pressure. Using both hands to stroke him, I suctioned my mouth.

“Shit,” he swore, giving in to my technique. “I’m about to come.”

I kept doing exactly what I was doing, and his body started to shake.

“Zola.” He let out a hard, rough breath as he stared at me. His body gave in and he filled my mouth.

Keeping eye contact, I swallowed, gulping as much as I could before letting the last spurt dampen my shirt.

Breathing heavily, his broad chest rose and fell as he stared at me in disbelief. It took him a few seconds before he stumbled backward so he could pull me to my feet. He didn’t say anything. Just searched my eyes as he seemed to be warring with himself. The attraction between us pulsed through the air and I didn’t just want him. I craved him. And the thought of him leaving created a hole inside me.

And I need him to fill it.

Before he could think clearly, I pulled the t-shirt off and wiped my mouth on it as I tossed it to the ground. His eyes took in my breasts as I let them out of the lace bra that held them captive.

“Saint,” I murmured in the sexiest voice I could muster.

I placed my hands on his chest and then pulled his shirt off and over his head. Once he helped me take his shirt off, I knew he was down to play.

I reached up and pushed my lips up against his. He kissed me back, wrapping his arm around me as my naked body clung to him.

“Fuck me,” I begged softly.

He groaned, deepening the kiss. I felt his dick stirring. “I should go,” he said with a hint of uncertainty.

I shifted a hand between us and wrapped my fingers around his dick. “It doesn’t feel like you want to go.”

“I don’t want to go. But I should. I have to.”

“Why?”

“Because I want all of you and you’re not ready for