My head wages war with my entire body, warning me away from the rush of feelings firing off inside of me. Kissing Zahra is like tasting the sweetest poison.
Zahra twists and wraps her legs around me, pushing her jean-covered center against my growing cock. The friction of her body against my sweatpants has me panting into her mouth.
The entire world fades away as we tease, nip, kiss. Two tongues dueling against one another for dominance. Zahra tugs on my hair at the nape of my neck, adding a touch of pain. I take it as permission to wrap my hands around the globes of her ass and squeeze, making her gasp against my mouth. She forces my neck to the side, giving her the perfect angle to kiss the column of my neck.
My touch becomes exploratory as she gains the courage to do what she wants with my body. Her tongue darts out and tastes my sensitive skin. My head drops back and I groan, which only encourages her boldness. Zahra grinds herself against my stiff cock. I can’t stop my eyes from rolling into the back of my head.
Zahra kisses with a wildness I want to match. Like she senses the kind of man I’ve kept trapped for years and wants to unleash it. Instead of giving in to the fear and pulling back, I bring her lips back to mine and unlock the part of myself I’ve hidden away from the world.
Heat explodes down my spine as she rubs against my dick in the best kind of rhythm. I moan into her mouth, and she sucks up the sound like it never existed.
I pull away with a ragged breath. “If you want to stop, now’s the time.”
She blinks in confusion. “What?”
“If you don’t want to keep going—”
Her lips slam against mine, removing any other doubts. With her legs wrapped around me, I rise on shaky legs. She laughs and holds on tighter, making my dick throb as I take the steps up to my room. Each step to my bedroom is a struggle as her lips do all kinds of things to my neck.
I drop Zahra on my bed. She releases an audible breath that turns into a moan as I drop to my knees and make quick work of her jeans.
Her gaze burns as she props herself up on her elbows.
I place a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh before sliding her underwear down her legs. “Enjoying the show?”
“I like how you look begging on your hands and knees.”
“I don’t beg.”
“Practice makes perfect.”
I take her challenge for exactly what it is. I shove her legs apart and trail kisses up her thighs before devouring her like a man starved. Her arousal coats my tongue, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Her groan matches mine. I run the tip of my tongue in a straight line from her pussy to her clit. I’m rewarded with a silent scream and her back bowing off the bed.
I leave no part of Zahra untouched or unfucked. My tongue brands her pussy, showing her exactly who owns her. Her legs tremble against my shoulders. I drive her to the edge only to rip her orgasm away before she has a chance to explode. She groans and clutches onto my hair in a death grip. I only smile before dragging my tongue from her entrance to her clit, giving it a good suck.
I thought Zahra’s laughs were addictive, but the breathless moans she releases are fucking intoxicating. It’s something I could hear for the rest of my life and never grow bored or tired. I insert a finger and groan, finding her soaked for me. Her back arches off the bed, and I stop and stare. She grows more restless under my gaze, and I reward her mumbled curse word with a second finger.
It fills me with deep satisfaction knowing this version of Zahra is all mine. No amount of money, fame, or power could steal her away from me. I’m the one she’s desperate to have between her legs. It’s my name that she screams up to the ceiling as I insert a third finger into her.
She’s all mine.
For now.
I shake the feeling away and change my tempo, pumping my fingers into her faster as my lips wrap around her clit and suck.