he used his body to support her against the
wall, one arm beneath her ass, the fingers of his other hand sliding into her
hair, pulling her head back so he could take her mouth. V was powerless against
the intensity of her desire for this man.
Zane
groaned as he separated their mouths, staring into her eyes, her soul. V could
feel him everywhere.
“Baby,
I’m not going to last. I need you to come for me. Fucking come around my cock.
I want to feel your pussy milk my cock while I come inside of you.”
That
was all it took.
Those
few words sent her body tumbling into chaos; her orgasm equivalent to C4,
exploding and leaving a crumbling mess as she held on to Zane with everything
she had. When his body stilled, the force of his release filling her, V’s world
tilted and exploded once more.
What
in the world had she just committed herself to?
Chapter Three
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The
following morning, when Zane opened his eyes, he was greeted with the peaceful
silence of his own home. Another thing he realized he’d taken for granted.
After three months in the hospital, the consistent interruptions by nurses and
doctors, machines beeping, and people stopping by to visit, he welcomed the soothing
tranquility that answered.
The
only thing that could’ve been better... if V was sleeping next to him. She
refused though. After their brief, but explosive interlude, V had silently righted
her clothes, gave him that seductive little smirk he loved and then gracefully
walked out of his house.
That’s
what she always did. She didn’t sleep over, nor did she invite him to. Ever.
And
as many times as they’d been together, it was beginning to irritate the shit
out of him. But, Zane was pursuing her, and he knew if he pushed just a little
harder, she’d give in to him. Before long, he was going to push her past all of
the boundaries she had erected over the years. Spending the night with him soon
wouldn’t be an option for her.
Hell,
he’d tie her to the bed if he had to.
Hmmm...
He honestly liked the idea of tying her to his bed.
Reaching
beneath the blankets, Zane took his iron hard cock in his grip and began
stroking slowly. Closing his eyes, he pictured V lying on his bed, completely
naked... Well, maybe he’d let her leave her shoes on. The woman’s shoes were so
fucking sexy on her.
The
image of V in his mind became clearer. Her arms were stretched out above her
head, secured to his headboard while her legs were spread wide, ankles secured,
her slick, pink pussy open and inviting. The rhythm of his hand increased to match
his breathing as the pornographic visual played in his head. The woman was
pure, unadulterated sin as she lay sprawled out before him, her full, perfect
breasts tipped with sweet, dusky pink nipples. Those mile long legs, silky
smooth and her red tipped toes peeking out of those four inch heels.
Stroking
his dick faster, his fist gripping firmly, Zane gave his brain carte blanche to
fantasize. His breathing increased as he came closer to release, holding out
only long enough to savor the image of V spectacularly naked in his mind. He
could picture himself crawling between her splayed thighs, using his tongue to
tease the pretty pink folds of her pussy before sliding two fingers deep in her
cunt.
Fuck .
Zane
came with a vengeance, his release startling him with its intensity. For three
months, he resisted the urge to jack off to thoughts of V, and their quickie
yesterday, although intensely satisfying, had done nothing to sate the lust
that had built up over the last few months.
Although
his body begged for him to succumb to just a few more hours of sleep, he
managed to force himself from the bed, ripping the sheets off as he went so he
could toss them into the washing machine. He needed breakfast, and then he
needed to head over to Walker Demolition. His brothers would be waiting for
him, he knew.
They’d
purposely denied him any information about how the business was going in recent
weeks, but he
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