Page 40 of Little Etheldreda Riding Hood

“I’m serious, Red.”

“Fine, maybe sometimes.”

Zach chuckles. “Are you tired? Do you need a nap?”

I curl into him, pressing myself as close as I can to him.

“No.”

“So what would you like to do now?” he asks, amusement in his voice.

“I want to be locked.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Locked? You know I can’t wear a condom if we decide to lock. My cock will come out looking like it’s been sitting in water half a day.”

I huff a laugh. “I know. I’m on the pill. It’s just I’m curious. I’ve always wanted to try it.”

He looks confused for a moment. “But I thought–”

I shake my head, hating that I have to say his name here. “Morgan always, always, always used condoms, even though I was on birth control from day one. I thought he was just super cautious about family planning, but I guess now I know.”

“You’re sure?” he asks.

“One hundred percent.”

“I’m taking off the rest of your clothes,” he tells me as he crawls over me and hooks his thumbs in the waistband of my panties. I lift my hips to help him and quickly we’re both nearly naked. The only piece of fabric between us is the lacy bra I wore for tonight because I’m a sucker and expected this to be where our night ended.

“Spread your legs for me, Red,” he tells me. I obey his command and wait while he inspects me. I feel nothing but anticipation, waiting for his next move. He puts a finger inside me and grins. “You’re already soaked. You like the idea of being locked up with my knot?”

I do. I nod.

Zach shakes his head. “Tell me.”

I lick my lips, not used to saying these things out loud. “I want to be locked up by your knot.”

He puts a hand on my knee to balance himself and leans forward. His eyes hold my gaze as moves forward to lick my clit, his finger still inside me. He inserts another finger as his tongue swirls in slow circles. “You even taste good, too,” he murmurs, pausing for a moment before continuing on. I find myself pressing my body against his tongue, arching toward him for more contact.

He grins and looks up at me, “Picture it, Red.” His tongue is no longer on me, but he keeps his fingers moving, in and out, in and out, “Think about my cock inside you, like this, my knot growing thicker and thicker, sliding in and out of you as it swells to fit your perfect pussy.”

Morgan was not a talker at all during sex, so I have absolutely no point of reference. But God, I could listen to this man talk like this all day. I’m so wet. His fingers moving in and out begin to make an absolutely obscene noise, which makes the whole thing even hotter.

“Is this all for me, Red?”

“Yes,” I manage to breathe out.

“Good. I’m going to lick your clit a little more and then you’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Zach.” I groan. He wastes no time and is on my clit again, sucking and licking until my lower body begins to shake uncontrollably. I’m so close and he doesn’t stop. He keeps his mouth on me through the very end, even as I’m arching up into his mouth, desperate for the fill of his tongue against my clit.

“Zach!” I cry out his name, something I don’t normally do as the orgasm washes over me and he chuckles, sounding pleased with himself.

He kisses my thighs and up my stomach until he’s at the valley between my breasts. As I catch my breath, he smiles and I laugh. “What was that, Zach?”

He shrugs. “What was what?”

“All of that? The dirty talk? I don’t seem to remember that from our night together.”

He laughs. “I can’t roll out all of my tricks the first night. Besides, you were wearing a puffy pink jacket, and a crocheted beanie. I didn’t want to scare you off.”

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