Page 22 of East (The Moral Compass 3)

My eyes widen at the sensation, and my head falls back on the bed as he strokes me inside. His thumb presses down hard on my pearl, and he moves it quickly back and forth, side to side. I don’t think I can take any more. I know I can’t. My body stiffens, and my back arches from the bed as I come hard.

“Argh, fuck, Zed, oh god. That’s so fucking good. Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. He continues until my body relaxes onto the bed.

His body is hot as he slides up the bed next to me. I didn’t notice him strip, but his length is firmly digging into my side.

“East, I’m not going to be in control this time. You are.” His arms grab my waist, and he flips me over so that he is now underneath me.

“Zed, I don’t feel ready enough to do this. I’ve never done this before.” My self-consciousness has returned full force. I can’t have him looking up at my tits dangling down. Well, not dangling, but it’s still putting myself right out there.

“East. You don’t need to worry. You are beautiful, and watching you ride my cock is going to be more beautiful than theMona Lisa.”

“You say the sweetest things.” I laugh.

“Come on. Just slide yourself on to it here. You control the speed and the depth. You control it all. Just take your time.” He must sense my hesitance. “I don’t want you bouncing around on him likeDebbie Does Dallas. I want you to make love to my cock, East. Now, just slide on, and make me come.”

I get the position just right and lower myself down slowly. He’s right, it does feel good. It feels better than good. I rise a little and then lower again, each time taking him a little further.

He hisses as I lower down, “Fuck, you’re so tight, East. So fucking tight. Go slow, baby. Nice and easy.”

His grip on my hips becomes harder. I know he wants to slam me down or slam up into me. The torture on his face is such a turn on. The slower I go, the harder he bites his lip. I can’t take it anymore, and I lower down quicker and start to ride him back and forth. The movement is beautiful, and our bodies glide together in sync.

I bend down and kiss him gently; his arms wrap around my body, and in a blink of an eye, I’m underneath him.

“I can’t take any slower. I know I said you were in control but, fuck, East, I need to give you this.”

And he does. He lifts my body till I’m resting on his thighs and thrusts in deep strong strokes, each one purposeful. Each thrust is paired with a kiss or a bite. Our bodies move in rhythm as his hips become more forceful, and his grip on my hip and hair become stronger. My body can no longer hold out as my core begins to pulse and I start to come. My whole body feels alight as he thrusts harder and harder until his body also stiffens, and his grip on me becomes nearly painful. Then, he releases a low growl of satisfaction.

We fall back onto the pillows. I’m still encased in his arms as my eyes close, and I start to drift off into bliss. I feel him move, but I can’t seem to open my eyes. My mind falls into peaceful darkness.

Chapter 12

Zed

“Whatthehellisthat banging?” I groan. My throat feels like sandpaper.

“Hmm, what?”

“Oh, shit, East? What the hell are you doing in here?”

“What? This is my room, isn’t it?

“Who the hell is knocking on the door?” I jump up and nearly fall backward as the room starts to spin.

I grab a towel and wrap it around my naked body. I’m so freaking confused, but as I open the door, small fragments of memory start to flood back.

“Morning, sunshine. Are you two all loved up and happy? I thought I’d wait to bring you these until now, seeing as you had a very late night.” She chuckles. “I did think you’d be up and about before now, though. It’s nearly two o’clock in the afternoon,” Margarite chirps away as if the scene in front of her is perfectly normal.

“What the hell? Nearly two o’clock? Shit, where has the day gone, and how on earth have I slept so long?” I rub my face as confusion and nausea rage a battle in my stomach.

Nausea wins as I feel my body start to convulse. I run as fast as I can to the bathroom, leaving Margarite at the door. Even as I pass East, she just looks on with wide eyes.Those fucking eyes; they get me every time.

Once I’m in the bathroom, I take a good look in the mirror. The sick feeling settles, and I no longer feel like I’m going to throw up. That is, until I wash my face and notice the golden band on my third finger, left hand.

Oh fuck, oh no, oh shit.

“East!” I scream as I pull the bathroom door nearly off its hinges.

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