Page 41 of The Little Black Book

“Do you want me to leave?” I ask when she doesn’t respond.

“Yes. No.Fuck. I don’t know,” she says, closing her eyes and shaking her head.

I wait silently until she opens her eyes and meets my gaze again. No words pass between us, but her chest starts to heave again and her greenish brown eyes swirl with heat before she lunges forward, slamming into me. I catch her around the waist and lift her up, bracing her against my chest as our mouths meet again.

“I…don’t…want…you…to…leave,” she says, her lips pecking at mine between each word.

I grip her ass and lift her higher, and her legs curl around my waist, locking us together. The kisses are sloppy and desperate, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. It only means Zoey is as hungry for me as I am for her. And I’mstarvedfor her.

Holding her tightly, I walk forward until her back slams into the wall beside the door. Using my weight to brace her there, I run a palm up her side, then over her breast. She groans deep in her throat, breaking off our kiss and throwing her head back. My mouth finds the column of her throat, licking and kissing a path down its length. Lifting her breast, I wrap my mouth around the nipple, sucking it through the thin material of her nightgown before scraping my teeth over the hard nub.

“Bedroom,” she gasps, tugging my hair until I lift my head from her breast.

She kisses me again, and I tighten my grip on her and spin around. Keeping my eyes open while her tongue duels with mine, I find my way to an open door and step inside. Throwing out an arm, I swipe it over the wall until I find a light switch and flick it on.

Zoey wiggles out of my grip, and the second her feet hit the floor, she’s unbuttoning my shirt in frenzied movements. Pulling the edges apart, she dips her head to kiss my chest as her hands move to my belt, pulling at the buckle. Brushing her hands aside, I take over, and she steps back to watch me with heated eyes. I finish taking my shirt off and drop my pants, stepping out of them. My boxer briefs do little to hide my arousal, and Zoey’s eyes widen when they land on it.

Meeting my eyes again, she slowly grips the hem of her nightgown and pulls it over her head before dropping it to the floor beside her. My eyes feast on her gloriously naked body for a long moment, then I stalk toward her. She backs up until her backside hits the bed, and she sits, sliding backward before stretching out on the mattress.

She so fucking beautiful.

I lean over her, kissing her lips before trailing a path down her neck to her chest. I suck one pert nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue while my hand tends to the other one. Zoey writhing beneath me like this is a fucking dream come true, and I lose my mind a little bit. My movements turn jerky as I switch sides, licking and nipping at the other breast for several moments before continuing my path downward.

I need to taste her. Now. I might die if I don’t.

Sliding down, I dip my tongue into her navel, swirling it once before pressing light kisses to her abdomen. Zoey’s breathing is heavy and erratic, and she spreads her legs and lifts her hips when my mouth reaches her smooth mound.

I pull away and look at her, waiting for her to meet my gaze before I speak. “I’ve been waiting for this forever.”

Before she can respond, I dip my head and lick the length of her slit. Her skin is wet and slick with her desire, and she tastes even better than I’d imagined. Her hips buck, and I press a hand to her abdomen to hold her down while I lick her again, this time swirling the tip of my tongue around her swollen clit.

Her moan is loud and gravelly, the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. I lash my tongue against her clit again and again, reveling in the sounds she’s making. My hand glides down her thigh, my fingers teasing her entrance before gliding back up. I repeat the motion again as my tongue works her over, and her breathing grows faster and harsher.

“Sam, please,” she begs as I tease her a third time.

I suck her clit between my lips and flick my tongue against it as I push two fingers inside her. Her slick inner walls squeeze me tightly as I push deeper, and I think I black out for a second.

She feels good. Too good. Perfect.

My cock swells with need, but I ignore it, pumping my fingers as I continue to tease her clit with my tongue. Zoey is moaning on every exhale, the sounds growing louder and faster as her pussy tightens around my fingers, preparing for detonation. I pump even faster, chasing her orgasm, but she bucks hard, dislodging my mouth from her clit. Her hands yank at my hair, pulling until I look up at her.

“I want to come with you inside me,” she gasps. “Please, Sam. Make me come with your cock.”

I almost come, myself, at those words in that deep, desire-filled voice. Nodding, I pull my fingers out and shove them into my mouth, sucking them clean. Zoey gasps, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips.

I shove my underwear down and crawl over her. She wraps her hands around my neck, pulling me down for a deep kiss. Her legs wrap around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, urging me forward. The tip of my cock presses against her entrance, and a soft mewling sound erupts from her lips.

That sound makes me lose my wits, and I drive forward, filling her in one swift motion. My head swims at the sheer pleasure of her pussy gripping my cock. It feels amazing. It feels like perfection. It feels––

“Oh, shit.”

I try to pull back, but Zoey’s legs grip me tighter, holding me there while she grinds her clit against my pubic bone. I grunt, getting lost in the pleasure once more as I roll my hips to push even deeper.

“Wait,” I say, coming back to my senses. “Zoey, we have to stop.”

“Wh-what?” she gasps, her eyes popping open as her body freezes beneath mine.

“No condom,” I grit out, trying to breathe through the urge to move.

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