Free The Exposé 4 by Roxy Sloane Page A

her. I yank her tight against me, her body
melting just where it belongs. I tilt her face up to me. “You
make me forget everything I learned the hard way,” I tell her,
my voice rasping. “Like never to trust anyone. Like how one
mistake should be the last.”
    Her
lip trembles. Her eyes fill with tears.
    “I
wish I could take it back. The story, the job I wanted at the
newspaper, it was before I knew you,” she explains. “Back
when I thought my career was the only thing that mattered. Before I
knew what it was like, to feel...”
    “Feel?”
I prompt her, tracing my thumb over her plump lower lip.
    “This,”
she whispers, her pupils dilating from my touch. “Everything. I
need you.”
    Her
words strike through me. “I need you, too,” I say. And
it’s true. I pull her close, but she pushes away and looks at
me, her brow creased.
    “What’s
wrong?” I ask.
    “Nothing’s
wrong. It’s just that. I—” Zoe hesitates, but then
sets her hands on my shoulders and holds my gaze. “Dax, I love
you.”
    I
can’t believe how much I needed to hear her say it until right
this moment.
    Love.
Zoe loves me.
    It
was unthinkable, and now it’s real. How far I’ll go to
protect her, how deep she could hurt me if she tried.
    I
can’t wait any longer. It feels like forever since I’ve
tasted her lips, slid my tongue deep to plunder her sweetness.
    I
kiss her hard and deep, already tugging the belt of her robe loose
and sliding it from her naked shoulders.
    It
falls to the ground between us. She’s naked, wet, willing.
Mine.
    With
a growl, I push her back against the wall, sliding my hands over her
gorgeous body. She yanks my belt free, kissing me as ravenously as
I’m devouring her. She shoves my pants down, and closes her
hand around my cock.
    Fuck
yes.
    I
grab her ass and wrap her legs around my waist, slamming her back
into the wall, thrusting inside her slick, tight pussy in one deep
stroke.
    “Dax!”
Zoe cries out as I plunge deep inside her willing cunt. She thrusts
back against me, arching up to meet my cock. I withdraw, listening to
her whimpers, and slam into her again, losing myself in the clench of
her heat; the unbelievable friction.
    Every
fucking moment. Each goddamn stroke.
    I
lift her away from the wall, carrying her across the room to the
living area. There’s thick carpet here, so I set her down,
turning her onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air.
    Damn.
    I
enjoy the sight of her body, her breasts swinging free and that
perfect round ass jutting back towards me. I position myself over her
and push back inside her, slowly this time, feeling every tight inch.
    Zoe
whimpers again, grinding back, hungry for my cock. And I give it to
her.
    “Yes,”
she moans. “So good. Fuck yes.”
    I
drive my hips, riding her deep, loving her filthy mouth. I’m on
my knees too, bracing her body against me, squeezing at her perfect
breasts as I thrust in an animal pace. Zoe’s moans are getting
high-pitched, a frenzy of helpless pleasure as I lose myself in her
heat, her wild thrusting, the goddamn rightness of my cock claiming
her sweet cunt once and for all.
    “Dax!”
    I
feel her body buck against me, fast and frantic. She’s close
now, gasping and moaning, but I need to see this. I want to see
everything.
    I
pull out, laying her down flat on her back so I can see the desperate
desire in her eyes, and how her cheeks are flushed; her nipples hard
and pink.
    “Look
at you,” I say, dipping a finger into her mouth and then
tracing it down her body, pausing to stroke her clit with my thumb.
“You’re perfect.”
    “Dax,”
she whispers, watching me. So fucking beautiful.
    It’s
the only name she’ll ever need. I’m not letting her go.
Never again.
    “You’re
mine,” I growl. I grip her knees, lifting her legs wide and
setting them on my shoulders. Now she’s spread open, waiting
for me. Right where she’s supposed to be.
    I
savor the moment, brushing my fingers over her clit again, rubbing