Free ZEKE by Kelly Gendron

it feels good.” He slithers out of me and the tip of his finger finds my clitoris. “Here?” He strokes my fleshy sensitive nub sending a fission of excitement all through my body. “Is this where you want me to rub you?”
    “Oh, my God!” I grip the sheets and look at his broad back, his shoulder slightly jerking with each expert movement. Damn, he’s good, spot on. “Oh, yes!”
    In perfect rhythm, he works my clit. My legs spread open for him. “That’s good. More. Open up more for me, sweetheart,” he says, and hearing his deep persuasive voice, I drop my legs open wide. “Is this where you want me?” He thrusts a couple of fingers inside, stretching my tight opening.
    I whimper, buck my hips, and toss my head back and forth on the mattress, fearful to open my mouth, afraid of what I might beg him to do next. He turns back around, and the sexy bastard smiles prior to taking my mouth again with his. He plays with my lower region, thrusting, stroking, and teasing. I wrap my arms around him, deepen the kiss, and moan against his capable lips. When he gives that special perfect attention to my clitoris again, I come undone.
    “Yes. That’s it, right there?” He rubs my clit a little rougher. “That’s what your sweet pussy wants, huh?”
    “Shit!” I dig my nails into his back and bite down on his shoulder, thankful his shirt is still on. I could be drawing blood.
    He leans to the left. “Don’t hold back.” His warm breath melts my neck. “You can’t hurt me.” He chuckles. “Bite harder, babe.”
    I sink my teeth into him again, crying out.
    “Yeah, you like that. Fuck.” He grunts an animalistic sound that rips through me. “I want to lick you right here.” He feathers my clitoris with prestige perfection, and I’m done. I let out a scream as a thunderous wave of ecstasy overtakes my entire body. I squirm and pant as the last spark of frenzy expels my limp body. Zeke scoops me up from the bed, places me on his lap, and cradles me for a few long, silent seconds.
    I want to have sex with him, but like all my other orgasms, I’m left unfinished, and I find myself thoroughly discontented. I lift my head and open my eyes to discover a lazy, pleased smile on his gorgeous face. Men! “I won’t agree to your rules,” I say with lacking internal confidence.
    He runs a finger along my cheek, and I smell a hint of my musky feminine scent on his finger as he slowly drags it across my lips. “I didn’t ask you to.” He presses his lips against my forehead, coming away with a more serene, gentle smile. “Now, come.” He stands up lowering my feet to the floor. “Let’s go check on that pie, huh?”
     
     

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

     
    Man! This fucker is tough. I swipe the edge of my glove along my cheek, feel the blood smear into the sweat dripping down my face, and focus on the beast snarling in front of me. No one’s hit me this hard except Jax. My older bro packs a good solid punch. This TK guy must be a boxer. The only thing I got on him is speed, but fuck, when his glove gets the chance to make contact, it’s powerful, and that shit hurts. I feel it right to my bones.
    He’s fearless too. I see it in his dark, beady eyes. The whiskers around his mouth spread with a smug grin, and I know winning this match is going to be difficult. The fearless ones are always the most dangerous in the ring. They don’t care about anything—not the pain, their life, or the person’s life they’re fighting. They’re ruthless. The ability to give a shit, that switch has been shut off. I know what it looks likes because I see it in Slate’s eyes. It’s what makes him such a good fighter, the best at JZS. I wouldn’t pat him on the back for it because I’d rather have the old Slate back.
    Fuck, I can’t think about that now. I slam my gloves together and roll my shoulders to loosen my tight, bruised muscles. I take a few steps forward trying to stay close to his body so the fucker can’t wind up his