Zane lost himself
in her taste. The way she moaned into his mouth made him harder than stone and
eager to slide his cock into her sweet, warm depths.
She
took the reins, rapidly unhooking his belt buckle, then easing his cock out of
his jeans after unhooking the button and lowering the zipper. While she focused
on him, Zane slid his hands up beneath her skirt, jerking her panties out of
the way, successfully ripping the delicate fabric in his haste. Apparently,
that turned her on because V was once again devouring his mouth, sucking his
tongue roughly.
Zane
had to pull back enough so he could lift her legs around his waist, but he
didn’t waste any more time.
“Fuck,
baby,” Zane groaned as he slid his cock inside her wet pussy, watching as her
eyes closed. “You’re so fucking wet for me, V. God, baby!” Zane couldn’t stop
the rambling, couldn’t slow down if he tried.
Slamming
his hips forward, he buried himself to the hilt in her enticing body, thrusting
fast and hard until V was scoring the skin of his arms through his shirt as her
pussy gripped him like a velvet vice.
“That’s
it, baby,” he said, trying to keep his voice low enough no one would hear them.
“You like being fucked, don’t you? Almost as much as I like fucking you.”
“More,”
V begged. “I need more, Zane. Fuck me harder.”
Zane
aimed to please, so he began ruthlessly pounding inside of her, his teeth
clenched as he fought the urge to come hard and fast inside of her. Shit!
When
V began moaning louder, Zane crushed his mouth to hers, swallowing her cries as
she moved her hands to grip his hips, pulling him deeper as she lifted her
legs, tilting her pelvis until he was as deep as he could get.
“Fuck
me, Zane,” V groaned, her pussy milking him, tightening almost painfully around
his shaft.
Holding
her ass so she didn’t move, Zane plowed into her over and over, willing her to come
around him, but unable to say a word because his mouth was fused with hers.
When she bit his bottom lip, pain ricocheted through him, going straight to his
dick, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. V’s nails dug deeper into his ass,
and she moaned one last time as her body spasmed out of control, milking his release
from him as she came around his cock.
He
had a feeling he was going to need to work on his stamina if he planned to keep
up with her.
♀♂
As
V was coming down from the potent sexual high, she couldn’t believe what they
had just done. Well, she could believe it. Sort of. The attraction between them
had always been like this. Combustible. It was the only way she could describe
it.
Ever
since the first time they had sex at her house several months ago, it’d been explosive.
Back then they’d only spared a few minutes to discuss the necessities – birth
control, condoms, and diseases. Once they’d come to a decision that they were
both comfortable with, they hadn’t looked back. No holds barred fucking at its
finest. Never did they make love. What happened when their bodies came together
could only be described as hardcore fucking. It was vehement, erotic, and
beyond good.
Her
legs were shaking as she put her feet back on the floor, Zane’s hands firmly on
her hips, holding her steady. He was still holding her close as his semi-hard
cock slid from her body. The man was a machine and V knew that, in just a few
minutes, he’d be rarin’ to go again. She, on the other hand, needed a little
more time. Holy shit . That was one of the most explosive orgasms she’d
ever experienced.
“You
all right?” he asked, looking down at her from beneath that sexy as hell cowboy
hat. V was surprised it still sat on top of his head.
“Better
than all right,” she confirmed as she tried to right her clothes, pulling back
from him.
She
watched as Zane took a moment to clean up before tucking himself back in his
jeans and fixing his clothes. He looked as if nothing had happened while she
knew from the image reflecting