Page 122 of Fighting the Odds

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Zander asks, pushing the stray hair out of my face.

“I’m positive.”

Cyrus stayed the night at the dorm after everyone left so Zander and I could be alone.

Tonight was technically his date night, but it was also my birthday and he wanted to make sure everyone got to spend time with me, including Sam.

“Where does your dad think you’re at?”

“Wesley’s.” We both burst out laughing.

I take his hand in mine and lead him down the hallway to my bedroom.

Stopping at the end of the bed, I drop his hand and take hold of my dress, pulling it over my head, leaving me in just my bra and panties.

As I reach behind my back, unhooking my bra and letting it fall onto the floor., his gaze remains fixated on my body.

Next, I slip my fingers underneath the hem of my panties and slide them down my legs.

“I love you, Zander Stevenson, and I want you to make love to me.”

I bite my bottom lip nervously, as I stand there vulnerable.

With a firm grip on the hem of his shirt, he pulls it off and discards it on the floor before unbuttoning and removing his pants.

Fuck me! He’s going commando.

My tongue glides across my bottom lip as he takes me in.

He cuts the distance between us until his body is flush with mine, his hard shaft pressing into my belly.

Zander slips his fingers through my golden hair, cradling my head in his hand.

“Sierra Jones. The moment I laid eyes on you, I was captivated. I needed to know you. Being matched as your partner was the best thing that ever happened to me. I wish I had stood up for you in the beginning and questioned what happened when I saw bruises. I didn’t though and I can’t go back. But it’s in the past, and you are my future. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Zander presses his lips to mine, stepping forward, gently pushing me backward until my legs hit the bed. He breaks the kiss and I sit down on the edge of the bed, scooting back toward the headboard.

He lifts his knee to place it on the bed, but quickly stops and picks up his discarded pants, pulling a small foil package out and placing it between his teeth. He then crawls on the bed, plucking the condom packet from his mouth and placing it on the bed beside us.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks again, and his nervousness is so damn cute.

“More than anything.”

He glances down my body and positions himself so his head is between my thighs. The anticipation builds within me and my breathing becomes harder.

“I need a taste.” His warm breath dances along my seam and I arch up. When his tongue glides through my wet slit, I throw my head back and moan.

He swirls his tongue around my clit, rolling it between his teeth as he feasts like a starving man.

Once he’s had his fill, he moves up to suck on my pebbled nipple, sliding two fingers inside me and pumping them in and out, his thumb pressing firmly on my clit.

Fuck! Zander’s doing everything right, and I can feel my orgasm building.

He pops his mouth off my nipple to kiss my lips, and I can taste myself on him.

“Zander, I’m going to come,” I cry into his mouth as he roughly rubs circles on my clit, sending me careening over the edge. Spots cloud my vision and my eyes roll into the back of my head.

My thighs squeeze his body, but he doesn’t stop. He continues finger fucking me, sending another orgasm crashing over, as I soak his fingers.

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