that. But if you keep touching me like this and looking at me like this, I’m not going to be able to resist you.”
“Stop resisting,” I murmured as I situated the tip of his hard dick between my thighs.
He sucked in a sharp breath before our tongues wrestled gently. Our kisses became more reckless as our hands roamed freely over the other. There was a neediness that existed between us and each passing second it became more intense.
At some point, I stopped thinking and started operating on feelings alone.
Widening my stance, I slid the tip of his dick against my wet lips. I moaned into his mouth as I felt him get harder against me.
“What are you doing?” He panted the question as he moved my hand and started rubbing his dick against me on his own. “What are you doing to me?”
“I need you,” I blurted out.
I didn’t know where that came from, but it was the truth. He must’ve heard it in my voice, because he broke our kiss and looked at me.
“Tell me what you want, Zola,” he demanded.
“I want you to stretch me out and make me come on your dick.” I covered his hand with mine and pushed him against my entrance. Because of the angle I knew he couldn’t get in, but the feel of him knocking at the door made me throb. “I need you,” I repeated. “Do you feel how wet my pussy is for you?”
That was all it took.
Whipping me around, he bent me over the side of my couch and placed his hand in the center of my back.
I closed my eyes the moment I felt him kneel down. I felt his lips kissing my thighs and working up toward my ass and then finally, his tongue slid down my slit and caused me to cry out. The blood was pulsing through my veins and I couldn’t hardly hear anything except my heart racing. I thought I heard a condom opening. But when he stood and I felt his hands on my hips and his dick pressed against me, I didn’t care.
Get it together, Zola! I chastised myself even though my body was feening for Saint. I’d never had unprotected sex and for the first time, I was ready and willing. Maybe he didn’t put one on…?
I hated that just the idea of him fucking me raw had me on edge.
“Why is your pussy so fucking good, Zola?”
I barely heard his question as he pushed himself into me.
“Shit,” he swore, digging his fingers into my skin as he restrained himself.
I was so wet that I didn’t feel the pain of his big dick stretching me out as he worked his way inside me. He didn’t pause to let me adjust. He applied constant pressure and went as deep as he could go. With each inch I felt closer to him.
I shuddered as I gave into the feelings we shared.
Rolling my body, I worked myself up and down his shaft. The rapid bursts of air from his ragged breathing coupled with the sound of my wetness intensified every stroke. He was reaching parts of me I’d never had touched before, and I couldn’t do anything but take it.
I didn’t want to do anything but take it.
“I love the way that feels,” I moaned, letting my head dangle languidly. “God, I love the way you make me feel.”
Just saying it out loud made me clench.
“Oh shit,” he groaned softly, flexing his fingers against my hips and picking up the pace.
“Saint, please don’t stop.”
He let out a growl as he pounded into me. I couldn’t make out what he was saying under his breath, but with each heated word, his strokes became longer, deeper, faster.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I panted, feeling myself about to come apart around him.
He must’ve felt it, too.
“Oh!” He sucked in air sharply. “That’s the spot right there, huh? Oh, God. You’re so fucking wet, Zola. Give it to me. I wish I could see that pretty face when I hit this spot right here. Right. There. Oh, shiiiiiiiiiiit.”
Without warning, my orgasm snuck up on me and rippled through my entire body. I gasped as it consumed me but no words, no sound, nothing came out of my mouth. I couldn’t even breath for a moment.
It was everything.
“Oh my God,” I said finally.
“Are you good?” he asked with one hand firmly planted on my hip and the other twisted in the soft coils of my hair.
“Yes,” I answered as he