“Can’t wait,” I agree. “Now, shut up so I can come before I suck you off.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies, clenching his jaw tight, like he’s trying to hold off for my sake. And bless him, he does too. I not only reach heaven, but I stay there as the blissful waves crash over me until the very last small one.
“Now, Zoe. Now!” Winston roars as he lifts my hips to get me off of him. I barely scramble to all fours, or get my lips spread around his crown, before the first burst of his hot release pulses onto my tongue.
“Oh fuck! Fuck, Zoe! Fuck!” he growls as he cups the back of my head to hold my mouth down on his thrusting dick.
I love the rough treatment and crave more.
Winston
* * *
Zoe and I are fucking amazing together. It wasn’t just the first time or second. If I had to guess, it’s been around thirteen or fourteen mind-blowing times the last few days I took off from work to be with her, and I still can’t get enough. It’s like we’re both trying to make up for the past ten years apart in the span of a week.
Not to mention, it’s nice to have something to take my mind off what’s to come with the Savage Kings. Shit is going to be bloody, and I’m ready for it, but I don’t want to sit around and dwell on it until the time comes.
I check my phone again after Zoe and I shower together, and then get dressed.
But I should’ve known putting on clothes was pointless when I walk into her bedroom and she’s bending over the foot of the bed, her ass in the air right the fuck in front of me, begging for me to take her.
And I know we’ve fucked a lot when I want her so badly, but my dick doesn’t even twitch in my pants. It must be exhausted.
“Sorry, babe, but you’ve got to give me a few more minutes to recover from the shower sex,” I tell her when I stalk up to her ass and mold her cheeks to my palms.
Looking at me over her shoulder, her long brown hair still dripping wet down her back and green eyes even brighter than normal, she says, “Spank me until I come?”
Holy shit. This woman is going to be the death of me.
My right hand moves before I even instruct it to, letting go of her ass to haul back and slap the shit out of it, making Zoe cry out. “Again,” she demands.
“Oh, you’re gonna get a lot more than that,” I say as I smack her bottom again. “We’re going to twenty-five.”
“Twenty…five?” Zoe gasps without looking back at me.
“Twenty-five,” I repeat before I give her ass another lick. “One for each magazine you sent me.”
“How did you…” she starts to ask before my palm landing on her ass interrupts her.
“You think I didn’t keep them all?” I ask her. “I did. Every. Single. One.”
I think I make it to ten slaps before I reach down with the fingers on my left hand to feel her pussy. And god, she’s so wet. I bet I could pull out my cock and run it through her slickness, and it would be rock hard and ready to go. I keep two fingers pushed inside of her when my right hand gives her another slap on her ass cheek just so I can feel her walls squeeze around them.
“Yes! More!” Zoe moans so I keep at it, spanking her while pumping my fingers in and out. Her pussy constricts around them, getting closer and closer to an orgasm. “Please, Winston! Please…fuck me!”
God, yes.
I don’t have to be asked twice. I get my pants undone while my fingers keep fucking her until my dick can takes their place. It’s nice and hard, ready for action again.
“Ohhh! Yesss!” Zoe screams when I slam balls deep inside of her and she starts to come.
Grabbing both of her arms, I yank them down to the small of her back where I hold them hostage, pressing her face into the mattress. Then, I drive into her tight, clenching pussy a little harder with each thrust until we’re both moaning and grunting so loudly a freight train could come through the house and we wouldn’t hear it.
Which is probably why I didn’t notice we weren’t alone until I pull out to come on Zoe’s ass and hear a woman’s voice say, “Oh dear!” before the bedroom door slams shut behind me.
“Fuck,” I whisper when the surge of endorphins starts to trickle away slowly, and I realize it was my mother. She saw us, me and Zoe together. I may have most of my clothes on, but it had to be obvious what we were doing based on the fact Zoe is completely naked, not to mention the sounds we were making. “Fuck!”
“What?” Zoe asks without lifting her head from the mattress, apparently unaware we’re not alone in the house.
“Get up and get dressed!” I tell her. After grabbing her discarded towel to clean my mess off of her back, I put my dick away and zip up my jeans.
“What? Why? I don’t think my legs will work just yet,” she slurs with a giggle.
“Here,” I say, searching the room for clothes. I grab the first thing I see on the floor, a pair of bathing suit bottoms, and toss them to Zoe. She finally rolls over and scoots to the edge of the bed.
“We going to the beach today?” she asks with a smile. “Probably best to get some Vitamin D from the sun since we haven’t seen it in days.”
“No, Zoe, we’re not going to the fucking beach! Our parents are back!”
“Huh? No way,” she replies with a dismissive wave of her hand. “They’re not coming back until Saturday. Wait. What day is today?”
“Ah, Friday, I think.” Honestly, I don’t have a clue until I pull out my phone from my pocket to check it. “It’s Friday.”
“So then why do you think they’re coming home early?” Zoe asks, finally standing up to put on her pink bikini.
“Because I just heard my mom’s voice when I was coming on you!” I explain.
“Oh. Oh wow. That’s…”
“Fucked up?” I supply for her. “Yeah, it is. What are we going to tell them?”
“Jeez, Winston,” Zoe says as she ties her bikini top. “It’s not that big of a deal. We’re adults, not kids. I’m pretty sure our parents know that we’re not virgins.”
“Maybe I should try and go out the window,” I mutter as I go over to take a look outside. But we’re a long way up and I don’t need to break my leg before the Kings go to war. They’re going to need me, if I survive whatever Martin does to me.
Before I can make a final decision on my escape plan, Zoe yanks her bedroom door open, then steps into the hallway. “Dad, Deb, you’re home early,” she says to our folks who must be in the hall too.
“Fuck me,” I groan before I suck it up and face the firing squad.
My mom and Martin are both standing frozen in the hall. My mom has her palm over her mouth like she’s about to cry, and Martin is directly behind her, keeping his back to us all, like he’s too ashamed or angry to look at us.
“You weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow,” I remark.
“We came back early to spend more time with Zoe before she has to leave,” her dad grits out without looking at us. “Guess we should’ve called to warn you…”
Zoe looks to me with a cringe, her emerald green eyes begging me to say something to dispel the awkwardness. Like I have any fucking clue what.