Page 151 of Angelic Vengeance

“Zach, wait...” I gasped, moving to stop him.

This was wrong. The doctors said ‘at leasta month,’ so–

Before my hand even made it off the pillow, he pinned it above my head. I tried moving my other hand but it was trapped between my body and his.

His fingers slid over my thong, teasing my throbbing clit. Excitement exploded in my belly, but I forced through it. Instead, I swung my hips to try get away from his touch. I craved it and I wanted to let him touch me everywhere, but I controlled myself.

His hand left my body for a moment before crashing down on my ass, pushing me down into the mattress. I couldn’t move anything anymore.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and take me,” He growled in my ear, his voice like dark velvet in my head.

At the same time, his hand moved over my waist, between my body and the mattress, underneath my thong and between my legs.I quickly pressed my thighs together, closing his access again and stopping him from feeling how wet I was for him. I squeezed them so tight, I crossed my legs so he couldn’t move his hand any lower.

Before I could understand what he was doing, he pulled his hand away, using it to push my legs apart. Then, he swung a leg over the back of my thighs, pressing them down to keep them open. The duvet fell on the floor and cold air hit between my legs.

Zach’s hand trailed up the inside of my thigh, leaving goosebumps behind, before pulling my thong to the side and dipping between my legs. I moaned into the pillow.

“So wet for me,” He groaned in my ear and I just knew he had the biggest smirk on his face.

He wasn’t wrong. I wanted him;bad.

We hadn’t had sex since before Queens, meaning almost two months. If it wouldn’t have been for the worry grounding me, I would’ve gone crazy.

He spread my wetness before starting to rub me in circles. Other, more powerful moans escaped me. He kept teasing me before pushing a finger inside. I was able to control my voice but couldn’t stop my back from arching.

He pulled out, continuing to play with my clit. After a few moments, he pushed two fingers inside of me. I groaned into the pillow, refusing to let him know how much I liked what he was doing to me.

The filthy sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of me filled the room, accompanied by his low breaths, my muffled whimpers and the sound of rain against the windows.

“You’re making a mess in my palm,” Zach murmured in my ear and I groaned in desperation – both because I was about to come and because he was winning. I tensed my abdomen and thighs, trying to prevent my orgasm.

“I want you to come for me,hermosa,” His silky voice wrapped around me, stopping all thoughts going through my brain.

I want to.

I want to let him take me over and over again. But I’ve never been one to give up a good chase.

I quickly, almost violently, shook my head in denial, not trusting myself to speak with enough convincingconfidence. His movements slowed before stopping altogether, along with my near orgasm. His fingers slipped out of me, leaving me feeling cold and empty. Trailing the wetness up my ass, he settled his palm over my lower back dimples.

“No?” Zach’s voice was undetectable.

Is he mad?Turned on?Both?

The room filled with silence, only broken by my harsh deep breaths. Anticipation increased my heartbeat.

What was he going to do?

Before another thought had the chance to cross my mind, my body jerked as the sound of fabric tearing filled the room. I felt a slight burn between my legs and on my chest;he ripped off my thong and bra.

He lifted me up in the air, before falling down on his chest. The moment my body connected with his, his fingers plunged inside of me again. Wrapping his other hand around the back of my neck, he held my face up so I looked straight at him. Surprise electrocuted through my body at the feel of his fingers inside me, and my arms shot out, grabbing onto his biceps for dear life.

He fingered me so deep and soright, I moved up and down his chest with each thrust, my clit rubbing against his rock-hard abs. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I closed them so he didn’t see. His hand moved from the back of my head to my throat and up, squeezing my cheeks.

“Open.” As the harsh command left his mouth, I opened my eyes. My orgasm coiled in my stomach, ready to explode any second. “Now be a good little slut and come.”

I bit my bottom lip at his dirty words.

His face was only inches away from mine, and I felt his warm minty breath against my lips.

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