Page 42 of Cruel Mate

Christian would have taken what he wanted from her and then gone about his business as if nothing had ever happened. But it seemed Zander had other ideas.

“How about you?” he asked, leaning in again. Layla’s breath hitched in her throat. “I can smell your arousal. You need to cum.”

Layla hadn’t realized exactly how much she needed to until he voiced it. But the moment he did, she was unable to stop herself from reaching down between them to cup her pussy. It was sensitive, almost painful, throbbing with anticipation, and she rubbed ever so gently, feeling moisture leak through her lace panties.

“Don’t,” Zander whispered. “You’ve done that enough these last few weeks. Don’t think I haven’t heard you alone and panting in your room.”

Layla shook, her cheeks growing hot as he gripped her wrist and gently pulled her hand away.

He wasn’t lying. These pregnancy hormones had turned her into a lustful beast, and every night she’d had to sort herself out. Zander never came to her, not like Christian used to, coming in drunk from the bar stinking of wolfberry whisky to throw himself on her whether she liked it or not.

Zander had let her be, and in a way, she was grateful for that, but now she was just frustrated.

“Zander, please,” she whimpered, angry with herself for how desperate she sounded.

Zander smirked down at her and placed his hand against her cheek, his little finger stroking just beneath her jaw. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you.”

He kissed her then, a light yet passion-filled kiss. And the next thing she knew, he had dropped down onto his knees before her, reaching under her dress to hook his fingers into her panties and pull them down.

He placed a kiss on her inner thigh and looked up at her as he said, “Tell me what you think about when you touch yourself.”

All Layla could do was gasp when his mouth landed between her thighs. His hands snaked around to her buttocks, squeezing her peachy cheeks as he ate her with slow, deliberate movements of his tongue, all the way up, then all the way down, up and down, up and down, in a controlled manner that left Layla trembling with her need to cum.

He paused to kiss her delicately right between the legs and whisper, “Go on, close your eyes and tell me,” before he started to lick all over again, grazing his teeth ever so gently over her swollen lips until she quivered.

“I…I think about that night in the woods,” she whispered. It was true, she had thought about it often.

“Mmm…” Zander groaned as if he had thought about it often, too.

Layla leaned her head back against the door frame and pictured it. “I think of how the leaves were cold and damp under me, but how you were warm and inviting.”

She trembled, her hand snaking out to grip the roots of his hair. Zander growled in a pleasure-filled moan, which made her grip harder, panting when his onslaught of her pussy grew more impassioned.

Fuck! Nobody had ever taken this time to pleasure her before. Usually, it was like they did it in the woods, quick and sometimes even angry, fucking like animals, and then it was all over, and she was more often than not left unsatisfied.

But not tonight. She sensed that in Zander. He wasn’t about to give up until he’d done exactly what he’d spoken of in his own fantasy. He wasn’t giving up until she had cum over and over. And when he slipped his middle finger deep inside her, she knew he was going to make her do just that.

Fuck!

“I think about how your cock felt inside me that night, how it fit perfectly and how it throbbed as you came inside me.”

There was no stopping her now. Her words were like a waterfall.

“And I imagine what it would be like for you to do that again. I can imagine how it would feel for you to take me right here in this bathroom, right over the sink or in the shower.”

The images were all too real, too vivid and Layla groaned and trembled as Zander worked her to her limit.

When she finally came, it was more powerful than any climax she had ever experienced before. Zander didn’t relent—even when her insides squeezed hard around his finger, he continued, his tongue stroking her clit delicately as she squirted all over his hand.

“Fuck!” That was a first. She had never actually squirted before. It was such an insane rush of pleasure and feeling, everything tightening and suddenly letting loose that she could no longer hold herself up.

Zander pinned her to the doorframe still, lapping at her as if he wasn’t finished with her yet. Her juices only seemed to entice him more and Layla struggled to breathe for pleasure as he worked her again toward climax.

The up and down, up and down of her climaxes was so powerful, so consuming, that her head started to spin, and before she knew it, she came not once, not twice, not even a third, but a fourth time.

And it was only then that Zander stood slowly, kissing her through her dress as he did, pinning her to the door frame with his muscular torso as he leaned down again to kiss her lips.

With her eyes still closed, Layla tasted her cum on his lips, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth.

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