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“Come to me,” I commanded, something like pride swelling within me as Zoey turned her head toward me, her cheeks flushed from giving Carter head. I leaned forward in my seat, scooting my ass towards the edge and parting my knees. “I want to feel that mouth, now.”
She was before me the next moment, having crawled to me, leaving Carter and his cock behind. Carter wasn’t happy, but nevertheless he stuffed himself away and lounged on the couch. For once, it would be his turn to watch and become the voyeur.
Those blue eyes rose to meet mine, and I felt my cock harden even more at her nearness. The darkness in her stare, the way her expression begged me to claim her, to give her life a purpose again, what could I do besides lose myself in her? I had my work, and then I had her. It was all I needed.
My dick was out within moments, looking quite impressive in her hands. I held in any groans, though it was difficult, even as she stroked its length a few times, staring at it as if she’d never seen something more appealing.
When she brought her mouth to it, when I felt her hot breath on my tip, I gripped the armrests of the chair, stopping myself from holding her like that. I could be rough; I didn’t want to hurt her. Not yet. Not when I’d finally gotten her to see the truth, to admit to both herself and me that she was all mine.
Her mouth was like heaven. Like heaven molded into pleasure and given form. My balls immediately tightened when I felt that mouth take me in, when I felt her suck on my tip and lick off the precum. She was everything I thought she’d be and more. So, so much more.
Even though I tried to keep it in, a groan left me. I couldn’t help it. Feeling her mouth wrapped around my cock, seeing her pink head bob along its length, gave me a certain type of pleasure that no other mouth or head could.
A meeting by chance. A meeting due to her curiosity. Who knew it would lead us here?
The pleasure built inside me, swiftly mounting and increasing exponentially until I could no longer fight it. One of the hands gripping the armrest went to the back of her head, my fingers digging into her hair as my balls tightened and released all of the cum that had been building ever since I’d finger-fucked her.
The orgasm ripped through me like a violent tide, a storm I could not fight. My hot seed spewed into her mouth, nearly choking her, but I didn’t let her lift her head. Not yet, and not even after the orgasm faded. A part of me never wanted that mouth to leave my cock again.
But it had to. As much fun as it would be, life was not all about fucking. I had shit I needed to do, things I needed to take care of, and I could not do any of those things with a pretty, pink-haired girl wrapped around my cock.
I was measured in letting her go, eyeing her up as she pulled herself off me and went to wipe the corners of her mouth. Her tits still hung free, and I let my gaze drop to them. I should get her some new clothes; wherever it was she shopped was not a place I wanted her to go back to. I knew what I liked, and I would dress that body up exactly how I wanted to.
It was official. Zoey Marbella was mine, and I would make sure the entire fucking world knew it.
Chapter Seven – Zoey
I could not believe my luck. Not even a little. I mean, really, my luck sucked ass. No offense to Lake, because he was sweet, but it seemed like I ran into him way too much. That, or he was always waiting around, hoping to run into me. Which, now that I was thinking about it, I wouldn’t put past him.
It’d been four days since I agreed to be Roman’s, whatever the hell that meant. All I knew was he left a generous tip with Autumn after our session together, and I was off for the next few days. Didn’t work until Tuesday, which left me with a lot of time on my hands. So, since I had my rent taken care of for the next month, along with the utility bills, I decided it was time to do the one thing all adults seemed to hate doing: grocery shopping.
It was made even harder due to the fact I didn’t have a car or a little metal cart I could roll with me as I went, so I really only ended up buying a few bags of things. Better than nothing, though.
Anyway, back to Lake, who was somehow standing in the lobby, getting his mail when I arrived back at the apartment building. There was a moving truck outside with some furniture in it—I was not in the know when it came to my neighbors or anyone who lived in the building besides Crystal, so I had no clue whose it was.
Lake’s lean figure was hunched over as he looked through his mail, but he perked up the minute he saw me walk through the glass door, grinning boyishly, two huge dimples appearing on his cheeks.
Yeah, okay, couple those dimples with his bright blue eyes and blonde hair and he was devastatingly cute. So cute I caught myself wondering, just for the quickest of seconds, what it would be like to let him take me out on a date, as he’d been dying to do ever since I moved in.
Would he try to kiss me? Would he be all shy and awkward? I couldn’t imagine him being any other way, honestly. With the way he rambled, I couldn’t imagine a date with him being anything less than full of his awkwardness.
Bryan had never been awkward. Even before we started dating in high school, he’d been the confident one, the one who had both sports and his classes handled. Lake could not have been the furthest from Bryan, but still, my ability to differentiate them—to admit to myself that maybe Lake wouldn’t hurt me like Bryan had—was nowhere to be seen right now.
“Hi,” Lake spoke, flashing his perfectly white and straight teeth, a smile for the ages. It was as if, the moment I walked in, he forgot all about his mail. “Imagine seeing you here.”
“Yeah,” I said, “totally crazy.” I hated that I felt like I couldn’t trust Lake; he honestly seemed like a good guy, but I’d been down that road before. I used to think my little sister was a good person, too—and look at where that got me. Fooled, made to be an idiot in front of my entire family.
Lake could not be happier as he bounced to my side. “Going up?” He held onto his mail, but his blue gaze was on me, all on me. The world could turn to ash around us, and I didn’t think Lake would notice.
“Oh, no. I actually forgot something at the store, so I’m going back.”
“Really?”
“No,” I said. “I’m joking.” Hmm. Maybe I needed to work on my sarcasm. Or maybe I was just being a bitch without realizing it. Either way, Lake should get the hint and just leave me be; things would be so much simpler that way.
Lake accompanied me to the elevator, hitting the up button. “You know, if you ever need me to take you anywhere, I’m more than able to—as long as I’m here and not in class or working.” The grin he gave me then was so sheepish, it was unbearably cute.
Nice guys did exist out there, somewhere. It was just difficult for me to trust my judgment when it came to guys after what happened. I did not like being made a fool of.
