Page 62 of Until We Meet Again

Z: I'm the one who makes you come. I'm the one who earns your screams, and I will be seeing you tonight. Do you understand?

T: Yes, sir.

Z: Good girl. Make your way over to my house later. I want you there before me, and I swear to God, Tessa, if I find you wearing any panties, I will drag your pleasure out until you're climbing the fucking walls.

I tuck my phone away and press my thighs together, but nothing soothes the dull ache that's crept in between my legs, and his smirk shows that he's well aware of the effect he's had on me.

I quickly stop at my place and take a shower before driving to Zane's house. I slip on a short red T-shirt dress, hoping to make it effortless for him to lift it and show me everything he's been thinking about since his last message this morning.

I've been waiting in my car for nearly fifteen minutes when he pulls up next to me, and my stomach twists with either excitement or nervousness.

Maybe it's both.

It's definitely both.

As soon as he switches off the engine, he looks over at me, and I swear, I feel my heart skip a few beats. His gaze locks onto mine, and a flicker of heat soars through my body. Stepping out of the car, he confidently strides around to my side, opens the door, and without uttering a single word, he holds his hand out to me. I take it without hesitation, climbing out and allowing him to guide me to the back of his BMW.

"Hands on the trunk." I slowly turn, my heart racing as I rest my palms on the smooth surface of the silver metal. "Now, let's see if you did what I asked."

He crouches down behind me and delicately lifts the thin material of my dress, causing it to glide up my trembling thighs. The fabric bunches around my waist, exposing my bare skin to the coolair.

"Fucking beautiful." He gently places his hand on the curve of my back, urging me to lean forward. "Lower." The power behind that one demand leaves me desperate to please him. “That's it. You're such a good girl, Tessa."

The praise immediately releases all the nervous tension in my body, and as his hot breath lingers against my skin, every inch of me shudders.

His thumb brushes against my swollen clit, which is begging to be touched, and I flinch at the contact. "So responsive," he murmurs, barely getting the words out before diving in and eating my pussy like he's been starved of it for far too long. "I wish you could see yourself like this, bent over and spread open for me." I whimper as he sucks my clit into his greedy mouth, devouringme like he could lose himself in me forever.

"Oh god, don't stop."

I'm consumed with pleasure, and my orgasm is creeping up fast. I don't give a single fuck about how exposed I am right now. I don't care that the sun is shining down on us or that someone will see me if they pull into his driveway; all that matters is his mouth and how he makes me feel.

"Zane!"

I come undone, reaching behind me, gripping his hair in my hand just to cling to something, anything, as I succumb to the thrashing of his tongue. My legs begin to shake, and his strong hands grip my outer thighs, anchoring me in place and keeping me from collapsing to the ground.

He gives my sensitive clitone last lick before standing up behind me. Hischestbrushes up against my back, and he places soft kisses on my shoulder before grazing his lips along my ear.

"Turn around."

The moment I face him, he pins me against the car and pushes his hard-on against my stomach. He captures my lips, claiming the power as he takes control of my mouth, his tongue dominating mine before I eagerly suck on it. As he strokes his hand through my hair, his fingers entangle themselves in the strands before finding their way to my throat. His hold is powerful yet, in some ways, comforting.

Our kisses are frantic, messy, and so fucking desperate that he groans against my lips when he draws back. "You taste like my dirty little whore." He caresses my throat, and I let out a soft moan. "Now get in the house so I can fuck you like one."

By the time we make it to his room, our clothes have been ripped off, and he writhes on top of me. My body vibrates beneath him, pinned between him, the bed, and his bare cock.

He reaches for the nightstand and pulls open the drawer without taking his lips away from mine.I want to feel him.With an endless hunger, he consumes me, barely taking a breath as he kisses me.I need him—just him, nothing between us. I clutch his arm as he reaches into the drawer.Can I ask him for that?

"Wait."

"Are you okay?"

"Do we need that? I'm on birth control."

"Why?"

"Because I knew the moment I met you that you'd be fucking me one day."

He leans in closer, his forehead touching mine, and the golden hue within his eyes glows as brightly as a thousand sunsets.

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