Page 39 of The Final Deal

Zak’s hand covers my mouth. “Callate, mamas. This is our little secret.”

I didn’t realize I was screaming.

He removes his hand and grasps my hips as he thrusts. “Oh, fuck.”

Feeling Zak throbbing inside of me, threatening to spill everything, makes me shudder.

His pace quickens and I clench around him. I circle my clit with my fingers and chant his name softly as I watch him claim me like he has so many times before. When our eyes meet, desire flares in his, and his grip on me tightens.

He grunts with each sharp pump of his hips, fucking me harder and faster until I’m moaning too loudly again.

I whine with disappointment when he slips out, but then he flips me over onto my stomach.

His chest presses against my back as he kisses the hollow of my ear. “You know the drill.”

Fuck, I do.

I maneuver until I’m on my knees and baring my ass so he can reenter from behind. I bury my face in a pillow that smells of his shampoo, shove my hand under my stomach, and strum my clit. I slither a little further until I graze his dick, soaked in my desire.

Zak’s pace is wild and ruthless as his hips slam into my ass, forcing my face further into his pillow and my fingers to work my clit faster.

He gasps. “I’m close.”

Translation:Come with me.

I lift my ass a little higher and allow him deeper inside, shift my legs a little wider so I can strum my clit more freely the way I need it.

His desperate moan prickles goosebumps all over my flesh. “Fuck, baby, come with me.”

The pace of his thrusts stutters; his fingers cinch tight into my hip bone and he groans loudly, whimpering as he pumps his come deep inside me.

My own orgasm shudders through my body and radiates from my core to my knocking knees. My legs tremble against Zak’s and my toes curl.

He slows to a measured pace until I scream into his pillow. My pussy pulsates around his cock, drawing out every drop he can possibly give me. I circle my hips and moan under my breath, laughing softly at his quiet whimpers.

He plants a series of kisses over my shoulders and down my back. His hand goes on the hunt, slithering over my stomach until he finds a breast to gently squeeze. “My bad girl.”

I whine from the loss of him.

“Don’t start,” he warns, pulling at me. “Come here.”

I fold onto the mattress before curling into his side. My arm wraps around his torso, and I kiss his tattooed throat. He twists his head to kiss mine.

We both sigh in contentment.

I force a hand between his back and the bed and gently scratch at his shoulder blade. He turns toward me, snuggling himself into my side and allowing me to scratch all over.

“Left, left, left,” he commands, moving himself into the right position. The long, satisfied groan that vibrates against my neck makes me chuckle. “Oh, yeah. Right fucking there.”

Zak wraps an arm firmly around my waist, drawing me closer as he kisses my cheek.

I press my lips against his head and inhale deeply. Intense fulfillment curls my lips upward.

“Goddamn, I missed this,” Zak chuckles under his breath as I continue to lightly drag my nails all over his back.

“I missed it, too,” I whisper. “I missed you so much, Z.”

He tilts his head to kiss the hollow of my ear repeatedly. “I missed you more, babe.”

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