Page 23 of Hero

“Damn,” he rasps at last. “You’re driving me out of my mind.” He lets me slip back to the floor and starts working on the button and zipper of his pants. “Get naked.”

I blink at the blunt instructions but can’t see any reason to argue with his good thinking. I pull my top off over my head, and my breasts bounce free because I’m not wearing a bra.

He stares at me greedily, briefly distracted from retrieving his cock. “Pants too. Can’t do much with all those clothes on.”

I shuck my pants and panties, and then he’s all over me again. He kisses me hard and palms one of my breasts, tweaking the nipple in a way that makes me gasp.

Then he’s feeling between my legs the way he did the first time.

“Damn, you’re wet.” He ducks his head and nips at the base of my throat.

My whole body clenches in pleasure at the sensation. “Good. We don’t have to wait. Hurry, Zed. Get moving.”

With a huff of sound, he edges my legs farther apart and then bends his knees to line up his cock. He grabs my ass and lifts me with one hand as he pushes inside me.

He’s pressing me back against the door as he penetrates me fully. It’s a weird and unstable position. Completely undignified. But my body is buzzing with pleasure anyway.

I need this. Him. So bad.

“Fuck me, Zed,” I grit out. “Do it. Do it hard.”

With another guttural sound, he starts to pump his hips, pushing my body against the door with each hard thrust. His cock moves inside me, thick and solid and full.

Everything aches. And feels so good.

I grunt every time he pushes, and pretty soon he’s grunting too. His are soft and low, but mine get louder and louder.

“Esther.”

I make a sobbing sound and lean forward so I can bite the curve of his shoulder, using it to smother the helpless sounds I’m making.

He’s taking me hard and fast now, and my vision is blurring over. I squeeze him with my legs and dig my nails into his back and bite down hard on his shoulder as the pressure finally releases in intense waves of sensation.

I come hard and messy all over him, around him, and he fucks me through it until he’s finally falling out of rhythm.

“Sweet Jesus.” He swallows over the words as he pulls his cock out of me in a quick move and lets me down so my feet hit the floor. His face twists as he comes in several spurts against my chest and belly.

I’m still holding on to his shoulders. My legs aren’t yet working to support me. Both of us breathe loud and ragged as we stare at each other.

I want to say something. I have no idea what.

I want him to say something too, but I’m not in a fit state to decide what it is I want to hear.

What I do hear just then is Rina’s little voice coming from the bedroom, muffled by the closed door between us. “Daddy? Daddy!”

“Shit.” Zed looks dazed for a second before he pulls himself together. He yanks up his pants and fastens them quickly. “Y’okay?”

“Yes. I’m fine. She sounds scared. Go check on her.”

He gives me one more glance before he turns to stride into the bedroom.

I find a towel to wipe his semen from my body and then put my clothes back on.

Rina had a nightmare, and she wants me to come to bed so she’s not alone in the room. Zed sits with her as I get ready for the night, and then I tell him good night as I come in.

He holds my gaze for a long time as he stands up. He says good night to Rina one more time, but he doesn’t say a word to me.

I don’t say anything either.

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