Page 23 of Her Ohio Old Flame

“Damn right I am.” Zane slid two fingers inside her. Her pussy was still swollen and sensitive from her first orgasm, and his skin was warm and slick with her arousal. The stretch was enough to make her gasp, her walls fluttering around him as her body instinctively tried to pull him deeper. She whimpered, nerves still twitching from the aftershocks, her thighs tense and trembling. Heat bloomed low in her belly again, and a fresh rush of wetness coated his fingers. Her body didn’t care that she’d just come—it clenched down greedily, aching for more, for him, for whatever he chose to give next.

“Again?” he asked softly, his breath hot against her thigh, his fingers curling just enough to make her see stars.

She didn’t know how much time had passed and quite frankly she had lost track of the number of times she’d come. After stripping her naked, he’d laid her on the bed and played her body like an instrument—one he’d clearly had the skills and patience to master.

He hadn’t removed his own clothes. Hadn’t requested anything in return. He’d simply settled in to squeeze as much pleasure from her body that she could give.

Asha swallowed hard as he roamed his intent and sensual gaze over her. She lifted her head in time to see him lower his to her pussy—again! His wide shoulders thwarted her attempt to close her legs. “Please, Zane… no, wait, I can’t take it anymore.”

But she was speaking to deaf man’s ears, with him already lapping at the seam of her pussy—a pussy that was embarrassingly wet and painfully swollen. He ran his mouth over her clit and folds, and she wanted to scream. “Please, no more. I don’t want to come again until you’re inside me.”

When he lifted his head from between her thighs, he shook ‘no’, even if his eyes were flaring with a need that seemed to reflect her own. “You have one more in you.”

“I do. I have. But this isn’t fair.”

He cocked his head. “ It’s not?”

“No, don’t you want to take your own pleasure? What about your needs? This has all been about me.”

“Oh, babygirl, you’re so wrong, and I’m not done.”

She gasped when he lowered his head, spread her folds with his thumbs, and blew hot air over her sensitive clit.

“There is no greater pleasure in driving a woman to climax over and over again until she thinks she can’t give you any more and proving her wrong.”

Asha tugged at the fabric binding her arms, but he’d done too good a job for her to break free. She let out a shuddering sigh as he drove her up and up once again.

Her breasts ached, her nipples tightened to painful peaks, and her pussy throbbed, as he licked and suckled. Her legs muscles twitched, and her stomach clenched. Soft, warm, firm lips engulfed her clit, and he sucked… and then she was coming. The climax was almost painful—her fatigued muscles cramped—but it was also glorious as he lapped up every drop of her come and eased her back. Boneless, she melted into the mattress, vaguely aware of him rising and shedding his clothes.

It should have bothered her that she was too tired and limp to lift her head and watch the spectacle of him undressing. A foil wrapper ripped before his body weight settled back onto the bed.

He stroked sweat-dampened hair from her face. “Still good to go?”

She opened one eye. “Absolutely. Will you untie me first?”

Zane narrowed his eyes as though he considered it. “Any tingling or numbness in your arms?”

“Not in my arms.”

He chuckled. “Good enough. On your back like this will be uncomfortable, though.” He turned her onto her stomach, and she expected him to loosen the bindings, but he didn’t.

Tilting her hips, he positioned himself at her entrance and slowly but smoothly started to sink in. “You’re so fucking hot, tight and slick around my cock, baby girl. You’re almost strangling me.”

The pressure of his cock pushing inside her and the friction as he withdrew an inch before sinking deep was agonizingly good. The prolonged foreplay and her orgasms had left hersuper sensitive, and she felt every hot, steely inch of him like there wasn’t a thin barrier between them. For a moment, she almost panicked, thinking he hadn’t donned protection before she remembered the foil package and relaxed.

As if he’d been waiting for that moment, he reared back and slammed back into her—rocking the bed.

Zane hammered into her. He wanted to be gentle but couldn’t. For so fucking long he’d wanted her, craved her. And now he had her.

Her pussy was hot and tight and squeezed his cock like a damn fist.Fuck she feels amazing!And she wasn’t passive—no, after her first hesitation, she now met his thrust with bucking hips.

Her breathing hitched, and her inner muscles squeezed him tightly, fluttering around him. “Come when you’re ready.”

Dear god, she became inferno-hot. He slammed into her with such force the bed knocked into the wall. He’d never had headboard-slamming sex before.

“Fuck,” he rasped. Sex-drunk, he rode her hard and dug his fingers into her hips, likely leaving marks. It gave him masculine satisfaction to know she would have the reminder tomorrow.

His balls slapped her pussy each time he drove forward, sending tingles up his spine. “I love the way your cunt is squeezing my dick. You’re close, baby, aren’t you?”

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