“You want more, baby?” he asks low and gravelly.
I nod.
I don’t trust my voice, don’t trust the words that could come out of my mouth.
“Alright. Now you climb on, baby. You hold onto that headboard, but you ride my fucking face.” I open my mouth to argue, but his wet hand moves to my chin, pinching it between a pointer and thumb and pulling it to look at him.
“You ride my face, Zoe. You do not hold back. You ride it until you come on my mouth, and then you move down and take my cock.” My eyes widen. “I was tested last month; nothing came up. I’ll use a condom if we have to, but I really wanna fuck you bare, baby.”
I lick my lips.
Why do I want that too?
I’ve never done that, ever.
“I—” I clear my throat. “I’m on the pill. I had my yearly recently, all good.” He smiles a boyish smile and looks at me.
“Then I get you bare.”
What is he doing to me?
Then his hand moves, slapping the side of my ass before urging me forward.
The slap reverberates to my clit.
“Get the fuck on my face, Zoe.”
And then I do without argument because it turns out I might like to be in control in the real world, but when I’m playing pretend, I like being bossed around.
I straddle Zander’s face, my fingers curling around the headboard, and I slowly lower onto his face. His rough hands move to my hips, holding me where he wants me, and then it happens.
His tongue runs along my pussy, and my head tips back as I groan, loud. His hands tighten with the sound, pulling me closer to his face as he begins.
And fuck, he begins.
His hands pull me down, then he starts to move, showing me how to move until I’m grinding as he eats me.
One of his hands lets go as I moan, my legs still holding me up a bit, until a thick finger enters my pussy.
My head tips back, my hands losing grip on the headboard as I grind on him willingly now, already close to the edge.
His finger moves as he sucks my clit, swiping my G-spot, and I moan his name.
That has him growling into me, the vibrations traveling up my body and pulling another feral noise from me.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” I moan, and the hand on my hip tugs, trying to get me to put my full body weight on to him. “I can’t—” I start but then his hand leaves, slapping my ass hard before tugging me down with more force.
And I have no choice but to abide, to completely sit on his face as I find it, as I come saying his name with his mouth on my clit and his fingers in my pussy, continuously swiping as I slowly come back down to Earth.
I move back to putting weight on my knees, his mouth leaving me.
“Alright, baby, remember what I told you?” he says.
I get his cock now.
And, to be honest, that sounds amazing.
It really does.
But . . .
I move, turning, swapping my position until my legs are back to being on either side of his head but I’m facing his cock.
And then I lean down, my ass in the air, my pussy over his face, and, to my delight, his hands on either side of my ass.
“Zoe—” he starts with a warning, but I don’t listen.
Because then I have my mouth on the tip of his cock, my tongue swirling, and he’s groaning my name in a much different way.
“Fuck,” he says. It’s then he proves to be a good sport, even when I don’t listen to him.
Because then two fingers are in my pussy, his mouth latched to my already oversensitive clit, and I moan as I start to take him farther into my mouth, bobbing my head as I do.
Zander moans against my cunt, bringing me back to the edge near instantly.
But this isn’t for me—it’s his turn.
I need to give him this.
I take him deeper, opening my throat as I moan and feeling the head of his cock slide in as he bucks his hips.
I can’t even tell anymore who is urging who on, whose moves are taking the other closer because I’m rabid. I’m deep-throating this man as he moans into my pussy until I’m teetering on the edge. His free hand digs into my hip in a way I know will leave fingerprints in the form of tiny bruises.
And then, right when I’m about to come again, he slaps my ass, unlatches, and moves us. He shakes his head when I mewl in protest, a smile on his wet lips as he moves me until I’m on my back with my head on the pillow, Zander hovering over me.
“Now, normally, you be a bad girl and don’t listen to what I tell you to do, I’ll fuck you, come on your back, and make you wait until I’m ready for you again.”
My pussy convulses.
I am so totally fucked in the head.
There is no rational world where that should be hot.
“But this being the first time I get you, I wanna watch your face when I fill you.” His hand moves to my pussy, the entirety of it rubbing from my entrance to my clit, and I moan, bucking my hips. He smiles a devious look.
“I wanna watch you come on my cock, then I wanna feel that shit take me over the edge.”
“Zander,” I breathe.
“That’s it, baby. And when you come, you say my fucking name.”
“I—”
“I’ve been thinking of this for years, of coming in this pussy. But in every daydream, every dirty fantasy, I come to the thought of you moaning my name.” His thumb slides into my pussy, and I moan, clamping on him. “You gonna give me that?” he asks.
“Yes, Zander.”
“Fuck yeah,” he says through gritted teeth, then his thumb is gone, and I moan at the loss, but it doesn’t last.
Because then he’s entering, his thick cock almost too big, pulling at tight muscles. He fills me completely, my back arching off the bed as he does.
“That’s it, baby.” He looks down, watching where he’s disappearing in me, and groans, a sound that reverberates through me.
“Zander,” I whimper, trying to get a handle on all the emotions and feelings, on my breathing, trying to relax until he fits perfectly.
“God, better than I thought, Zo. So much better. You were made for me, a perfect fit.” He moans as he pulls out, slamming back in. “Fuckkk.”
He repeats the move, leaning forward, his eyes locked on mine, his breathing heavy as it hits my lips. “Fuck, Zoe. Goddammit,” he says in a curse like he’s mad at me for this being so good.
So perfect.
I agree.
I understand.
I’m thinking the same damn thing.
There’s no way this should feel so good, so perfect. So life-altering.
But I guess that’s reason enough.
It’s just . . . Zander.
He slams into me again, and it starts to build as he hits the ache in my belly. With each thrust, I start to clamp down on him, my body begging for him to stay, and he feels it.
“That's it, baby. Fuck. Need you to come on my cock, Zoe. Come on me and take me with you.”
“Zander,” I moan.
“Fuck yes.”
We’re both right there, both holding out because it feels like once this happens, once we share this, something will change.
I have no idea why, in my head, it’s different if I come on his face, but having his eyes on mine, his breaths twining with mine, it feels important.
“Now, Zoe,” he whispers, and that’s it.