Page 4 of The Hellcat Barbies: Zora
He didn’t need to be told twice. My shorts were peeled off in seconds, and my panties were shoved to the side before he had my back pressed against the couch and his mouth was on me. He was working tongue his like he was starving, sucking and licking until my thighs shook around his head.
“Fuck, Justin… don’t stop,” I moaned, tugging at his hair, riding his face shamelessly. “Just like that. You better not stop.” I huffed.
He groaned against me, tongue pressing harder, and the vibrations shot through my entire body. When I looked down, his eyes were locked on mine, dark and hungry, like he wanted to swallow me whole. He pulled back just enough to drag his lips across my soaked center and muttered, “Come on, Zo… let that shit go for me.”
“Shit,” I moaned, as the orgasm ripped through me, sharp and intense, leaving my thighs trembling around his head.
“Justin—” My voice broke into a moan as the orgasm ripped through me, thighs shaking around his head while my nails clawed at his scalp. He didn’t stop, tongue dragging slow circles like he planned to keep me there until I couldn’t breathe. My body jerked, overstimulated, and I finally pushed at his shoulders.
He pulled back, lips glistening. “I could eat this pussy all night.”
I sat up on my elbows, breath uneven, as I eyed him. “That’s good to know, but right now I need your dick.”
Without saying another word, he leaned back against the cushions, tugging his shirt off in one motion while I slid onto his lap. My hands ran down his chest, causing him to groan, before I shoved his sweats down. He was hard and heavy in my hand, thick enough to make my mouth water, but didn’t have time for all that.
He dug inside his wallet and pulled out a condom before he tore it open and rolled it on quickly. I didn’t waste any time as I sank down, stretching around him until I bottomed out with a shiver.
“Fuck,” I whispered, gripping his shoulders, my head tipping back.
“Shit, Zo,” he groaned, hands locked on my hips. “You always so fuckin’ tight… shit feels too damn good.”
I started rocking my hips in slow circles before grinding down harder, pulling moans out the both of us. His head dropped back against the couch, eyes dragging down my body like he wanted to memorize every inch.
“You like watching me take it, don’t you?” I teased, bouncing on him harder, my ass smacking against his thighs with every stroke.
“You already know,” he gritted, nails digging into my skin as he met my rhythm as he thrust his hips upward.
I leaned forward, my breasts pressing into his chest, biting at his jaw before I whispered against his ear, “Fuck… this dick is so good.”
His groan was low and ragged. “Get this shit then.” He slapped my ass motivating me to continue.
I moved faster, chasing the pressure building low in my stomach, riding him until my body was trembling all over again. My moans spilled into his mouth when he kissed me rough, his tongue tangling with mine.
“Justin… fuck…I’m cumming,” I gasped, grinding down hard as the orgasm ripped through me. My body shook around him, every nerve lit up, and he grabbed my waist, thrusting up into me until his own release hit. His groan rumbled against my chest, rough and guttural as his body jerked beneath mine as he released everything he had into the condom.
I slumped forward, both of us breathing heavy, sweat slick between us and the air thick with sex. For a second, it felt too easy to stay there, but that wasn’t what this was. I pushed off his chest, climbing off his lap and reaching for my wine on the table like nothing just happened. “You know where the bathroom is,” I said flatly, sipping from my glass.
He chuckled, still catching his breath. “Damn, can I at least catch my breath first.”
“Don’t act brand new,” I shot back, not bothering to look at him. “You knew what this was when you showed up.”
He stood, grabbing his clothes, shaking his head in the process. “You gon’ stop treating me like a dick for hire,” he countered.
I smirked into my glass, finally glancing his way. “For that to be the case, I would have to pay you. I’ain paying for nobody’s dick unless it’s plastic.”
He laughed, shaking his head as he let himself out. Once the door clicked shut, the silence wrapped around me, thick and heavy. I drained the rest of my wine, grabbed my shorts, and padded upstairs so that I could wash tonight’s escapade off of me and take my ass to bed.
The hot water hit my skin as steam fogged up the glass, and for the first time all night, I let myself breathe. My body was loose, spent, but my mind refused to follow. I leaned against the tile, water sliding down my body, thinking about how easy it was to use Justin for what I needed—nothing more, nothing less.
Even with the release, there was that familiar emptiness sitting heavy in my chest, the one I never liked to admit was there. Malik had taught me what it felt like to give until there was nothing left, and I refused to let anybody take me back to that place again. That’s why men like Justin stayed in a box—close enough for my body, but never close enough for my heart.
Keeping it simple was safer. Keeping it cold was easier. Letting somebody in… that was a risk I wasn’t ready to take.
2
Semaj ‘Semi’ Holland
“Daddy, you burnt the toast again.” Semerah wrinkled her nose at the black toast I called myself fixing for her breakfast.
