Page 85 of Words We Didn't Say

“No.” I pouted. “I want this.” I cupped the bulge in his trousers.

My sigh was dreamy. God, he wassohard already. My aching pussy only throbbed more when he moaned from my touch. But he refused to give in. He tutted me softly and moved my hand from his cock to the safety of his bare chest. Little party pooper.

“Do you want me to use my mouth?” Zach’s tongue flicked over my nipple in a luxurious lick that made me shudder. “My fingers?” A hint of friction glided along the damp lace between my legs. “What do you want?”

“I want it like after my birthday party.”

He groaned—not in a sexy way. “Eden, you weresopissed off at me that night.”

“I was,” I said, shimmying his pants down his muscular thighs, yanking them over his ankles, and tossing them into the air, desperate to get to his underwear next. “But remember how many times I came riding you? I want that.”

Zach’s eyes softened, his hand trying to calm my frantic touch. “You want to be in control tonight?”

“I want you to do what you’re told.”

He chuckled. “So…yes?”

I glared at him. This wasn’t the time for jokes. Didn’t he know how long I’d waited? I might’ve been desperate, but I was in no mood for begging. “Give me your cock, Zach.” I curled my fingers around the waistband of his underwear.

“Those aren’t very pretty manners, Denny Dee.”

“Give me your cock”—I smiled sweetly—“please.”

“Oh,well… Inthatcase…” Strained laughter echoed in his voice. “Be my guest.”

His underwear—gone. Off and somewhere on the floor.

An easier laugh filled Zach’s chest when I didn’t bother hiding my delight to wrap my hand around his thick, veiny cock. I sighed. He’d been madejustright. But he cursed me bitterly when I kissed the weeping tip to say hello. He threaded my hair around his fist and yanked me away. Bossy. I loved it.

“Don’t you dare,” he growled. “Not unless you intend to let me repay the favour.”

I grinned. “Later, then?”

Pushing my lacy knickers to the side, I threw my leg over his waist, ready to reclaim the handsome man sprawled on my bed. A peaceful smile softened his face.

When Zach looked at me like that…

My chest squeezed, my heart pumping a frantic beat as I fought the swell of emotion bubbling inside me. I tried to breathe through the feelings, but my fingers still trembled when I took off his glasses and popped them on the nightstand. I kissed him. Long and slow. Explored his skin with less frantic energy, enjoying the feel of how different our bodies were, his hard muscles, and the crinkly chest hair tickling my nipples when I bent over to kiss his neck.

“Can I have you?” I whispered. “All of you?”

“I was yours forever the first day I saw you, Denny Dee.”

It was the final invitation I needed to lift my hips and guide him inside me. And it was good. So good. Better than good. I was stretched and full and just…floating.

Zach’s eyes screwed shut tighter and tighter the lower I sank on his cock. Dark hair crushed into my mountain of white pillows. The sequinned dolphin squished under the desperate arch of his neck as he strangled out a moan. “Shit, I—” He gasped. The grip he’d clamped on my thighs became a brutal squeeze. “W-Wait.”

I froze. “Wait?”

“Fuck…Fuck.It’s been—” He grunted, almost like he was in pain, tiny beads of sweat glistening on his brow. “I didn’t prepare enough for this.”

Oh, this was gettingsexy.“Prepare?” I traced my fingers down the rugged ridges of his chest, smiling as he squirmed. “How do youprepare,handsome man?”

His mouth pressed down into a flat line. Cute. But his stubbornness wasn’t going to stop me. I rolled my hips to slip up and down his hot length. A bit of torture might coax the truth out of him.

“O-Okay.” His fingers dug even deeper to try to stop me from tormenting him. “J-Jerking off.”

“And when’s the last time you jerked off your big cock?”

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