Page 97 of Insatiable Hunger

A swallow against the ball of emotion lodged in my throat as the faintest of smiles tugs on my lips. “Missed you too.”

The same emotions making it hard to breathe also sting the backs of my eyes. Tears well up against my will, and when one spills over, rolling down my cheek, he leans in, lips pressed down hot against my cheek where the tear fell. Goosebumps erupt all over my flesh, my body warming.

He smells of his same expensive cologne and his natural musk. It surrounds me. An intoxicating mix I can’t seem to get enough of.

Zeke’s full lips trail down until they meet mine. It starts out slow, unhurried, like he’s savoring the feel of me against him. Then before I know it, his tongue glides along the seam of my lips, silently begging for entry, to which I oblige. His tongue is hot as it caresses mine, gently, yet demanding more. The taste of him is a flavor made solely for me, I swear.

The hand on my cheek slides around, finding purchase in the hair on my nape, tugging my head back, forcing me to open wider for him. A soft sigh leaves my lips as he licks inside my mouth, taking more and more, like a starved man on a mission. My hands grab hold of his hips, pulling him into me, groaning into his mouth when his hard length brushes against my stomach, letting me feel what I do to him.

It’s euphoric.

The kiss quickly turns frenzied, touches becoming needy. I need him. I need to know he still wants me. That what we had wasn’t just about the forbidden nature for him, but a real, deep connection, like it is for me. That after all the dusts settles, he’ll still choose me.

His lips leave mine, going down the column of my throat. Sharp teeth nip the skin, my body electric, cock throbbing and hard. The heel of his palm comes around to my front, pressing into my aching erection and pulling a breathy moan from me.

“We…” Licking my lips to try to moisturize my mouth, I try again. “We can’t do this here.”

“Why not?” he grunts against my neck.

“Katie will be home soon.” The pressure he’s putting on my groin is enough to make me see stars. “D-don’t really want her to see us like this.”

“Where?”

Palms coming up to his chest, I shove him away, jumping down from the counter. “My room.”

The second the door is closed, he’s on me. With his hands behind my thighs, he hoists me up into his arms, carrying me over to the bed. Hungry eyes drink me in before dragging my shirt over my head. Next, he hooks his fingers into my waistband, tugging those down, not even leaving me in my boxers.

He rids me of my clothes, and I lie back, stroking myself slowly as I watch him strip. There’s no finesse to it; it’s hurried and desperate. The bed dips under his weight as he positions himself between my spread thighs, tossing my legs over his shoulders as he wastes no time taking me into his mouth.

I toss my head back, a gasp falling from my lips when his wet heat encases me, pleasure pooling all in my groin. “Fuck,” I hiss. “That’s good. Ah!”

My hips thrust up into his mouth of their own accord, and I swear my vision blurs when his throat constricts around my tip that’s firmly lodged in his throat.

Using some of his spit that’s dribbling out, he runs his finger behind my balls, along my taint, before settling over my hole. A shiver racks through me as he circles it, applying only a small amount of pressure. It’s not enough. Ineedmore.

“Please, please!” I cry out, breathless, my voice hoarse already.

He sits back, taking me into his hand as he glances up at me. “Please what, my little slut?”

“Please, daddy, give me more. I need more.” His thumb swipes over the pre-cum pooled on my slit, smearing it around and using it as natural lube. As he does this, his finger breaches the tight muscle, causing me to cry out. “Oh,God.”

“That’s right, baby,” he rasps, his hot breath fanning over the tip of my cock. “I am your God…”

His lips close around me again, cheeks hollowing as he sucks me hard. It’s messy, sloppy, the noises coming from him downright filthy. He pushes a second finger in, my nervous system overloaded with pleasure as I cry out, hands fisting the blankets below me.

Fiery heat pools in low in my belly, and I know if he doesn’t stop, I’m going to blow. Reaching down, I push his head, feet coming to his shoulders, shoving him away. “I’m going to come!” My voice comes out frantic, but it works. He backs off, stroking himself while I can do nothing more than watch.

Zeke is big and so fucking beautiful. He’s a work of art, standing there in all his naked glory, fist sliding up and down his impressively long shaft, jaw clenched, eyes heavy and pitch fucking black as they look at me like I’m his everything. It’s rapturous, the way he watches me as if he can’t get his fill.

“Fuck me,” I beg, unable to take it any longer. “Please.”

His lips twitch with a smirk. “Does my little slut need to be filled up?” He cocks his head to the side. “Do I need to stretch you with my cock and make you scream?”

I nod my head with fervor, a whimper sounding as my hips thrust off the bed, dying for friction. “Please, daddy.”

My bottom lip is between my teeth as I watch the hunger grow in his gaze. He fucking loves when I call him that; it’s glaringly obvious.

A sinister grin slides into place as he reaches over, grabbing the lube out of the nightstand. Anticipation dances low in my stomach as I watch him slick his fingers up with the gel, bringing them through my crease until he finds my entrance again, pushing inside. There’s nothing gentle about what he does, and it’s what I crave. I crave the pain, the roughness. Being manhandled by him.

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