Zag.
He pulled back against my hand, making me turn and fall into him. I gasped and looked up into his golden-brown eyes.
“We all good, princess?”
I nodded mutely.
“Fan-fucking-tastic,” he muttered before taking my mouth once more.
I closed my eyes and let him. Let him kiss me until I didn’t know which way was up. Let him tear the rest of my clothes from my body. The combination of his lips and the sound of my clothes ripping had me trembling anew. And so incredibly turned on.
My pulse pounded in my ears as we stumbled through the living room, him flinging my clothes off my body and me struggling with his belt. No matter how hard I pulled, I couldn’t seem to get it off him. It might’ve had something to do with me being too busy kissing him to look down, but at the time I didn’t care. I just wanted the damn thing off his body so I could get to his cock.
Finally Zag pulled away with a barely restrained growl. “Leave it.”
He spun me around to face the couch. I heard the telltale sounds of his belt buckle and zipper being undone, then the rustle and thud as his belted jeans fell to the floor. I tried to turn back to face him but Zag’s hand on my arm held me firmly in place then nudged me forward. My shins hit the front of my couch and I stumbled onto it, kneeling on the cushions.
My heart pounded in my chest as he tugged my panties down my thighs. And then he was probing between my legs. At first I thought it was his cock, but as he slid between my folds and darted up to tease my clit, I arched into his teasing hand. He knew just how to touch me. In a matter of seconds he had me so worked up, I was babbling incoherently.
“Oh my god. Oh yes. Please, Zag. Now!”
Instead of giving me what I wanted, his fingers slid down and teased my opening, slowly advancing and retreating but never building to a rhythm I could follow. After a few moments, my orgasm fell away from me. But still his finger slid through my wetness and up again to tease my clit. I tried to grab hold of his hand to keep it there, but his wonderfully dexterous fingers froze.
And then I understood. We were going to play this his way or not at all.
It was the start of an excruciating pattern. He’d build me up to an orgasm, and just when I was poised to go over the edge he’d back away. Again and again, until I was moaning uncontrollably and on the verge of tears.
On my fourth climb up, he surprised me and thrust balls-deep inside me. The sudden invasion stretched my delicate tissue and I broke. I shuddered as my orgasm rolled through my body. My eyes slammed shut and I think I tasted blood.
But he didn’t let up for a second. His hips slapped into my behind as he powered through my shudders. I bit my forearm as the friction rolled into one ginormous orgasm.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it for one more second, Zag stilled and threaded his hand through my hair. He made a fist and pulled my head back. My scalp burned where he tugged but he quickly soothed the ache as his lips moved against my ear with his harsh whisper.
“So fucking sexy. Wanna stay inside forever.”
His breath in my ear made me shiver and my pussy clasped him convulsively.
“Nuh-uh.” Keeping one hand threaded in my hair, Zag popped me on the ass with his other. “You trying to make me come by clamping down on my dick like that? No cheating. You know what I do to cheaters?”
“Oh God,” I whimpered. I couldn’t help it. When he slapped my ass, my pussy fluttered around his cock.
“Thought I told you last time—not God. Just Zag.” He slowly withdrew, even as my pussy tried to hold on to him. Once only the head was still inside me, he thrust shallowly into me, never giving me the grinding friction my body craved. “Now answer the question: What do you think I do to cheaters?”
I groaned as his teasing thrusts kept me wanting more. His hold on my hair and hip wouldn’t let me move. I couldn’t take control and finish it already. I got