Page 53 of Meant For Love

“Yes.” She steps away from me, opening her purse and tossing me the keys. “Drive fast.”

I swear, she doesn’t even wait for the car to stop before she’s rushing out of the car and into the front door. She leaves the door open, and I can see a trail of clothes as I finally step in. I close the door behind me, taking two steps at a time, and there in the middle of my bed is Zoey, naked, exactly like I told her I wanted her. I rip my shirt off, kicking my shoes off at the same time. The jeans, boxers, and socks are off in one swoop. I fall into the bed on my side, and her mouth finds mine as I turn onto my back with her straddling me. My hands go to her ass and squeeze it as the kiss goes even more frantic. She bites my lower lip as I turn her onto her side, her leg hitched up over my hip. I palm her ass at the same time she bites my lower lip. My hand moves, sliding over her asshole to her pussy, where I slide two fingers into her.

“You going to meet him again?” I slide my tongue in her mouth, not giving her a chance to answer me. I bite her lower lip this time. “You going to go see him again?” I move my finger over her G-spot, knowing it drives her crazy. I pull my fingers out of her and slap her ass, the sound echoes. Her hips buck. “You going to see him again?” I slap her again and then rub her ass. “Or are you going to be my good girl?” I don’t wait for her to answer me. Instead, I lie on my back. “Come and sit on my face and hold the headboard.” She turns and lowers her pussy onto my face, my tongue coming out to slide into her. Her back arches. “You don’t move,” I tell her as she starts moving her hips back and forth. “You sit there and take what I’m going to give you.” I slap her ass again. “And you think about your answer.” I bite her clit hard, and she moans. Sliding my hand between us, I slip one finger inside her and then another. I finger-fuck her while I nibble on her clit.

“Nash, I’m going to—” she starts as if I don’t feel it all through me when she’s about to come.

“No, you’re not.” I pull my fingers out of her, and she groans, her head hanging back. “Not yet.”

I push her down on the bed, throw one leg over my shoulder, and pull her onto my cock at the same time as I slam into her. “Good girls get rewards.” I fuck her mercilessly, moving her hips with my hands and ramming her onto my cock each time. “Today, you weren’t a good girl.” I take my cock out of her and slap it on her clit twice before slamming it back into her. “You were a bad, bad girl.”

“Nash, please,” she pleads with me, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“You going to be a good girl from now on?” I put my hands beside her arms and thrust into her over and over again. Her pussy is so fucking wet it’s dripping down my balls. She gets tighter and tighter. “Or are you going to be a bad girl?”

“I’ll be your good girl,” she vows. “Please, Nash, I’ll be—” The words stop when she moans, and I know she’s ready to explode on me. Before she does, I pull out of her, flip her onto her stomach, pull her hips up, and slam into her. “Fuck, Nash.”

“Ass up and face down,” I tell her. Her elbows lower, and her ass rises, one ass cheek redder than the other, so I rectify that. “Good girls get to come.” I fuck her harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone before. The frustration and anger from today coming out of me. “Bad girls don’t get to come.” She grips the sheets in front of her, holding on. The sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room. “Which one are you going to be?”

“Good,” she declares. “I’m going to be a good girl.” Her pussy contracts around my cock. Looking down, I see it coated in her juices.

“And whose good girl are you going to be?” I growl between clenched teeth, feeling my balls start to get tight.

“Yours. I’m always going to be your good girl,” she says, and this time, I move one hand to her clit, moving it back and forth before pinching it. Her hips shoot up, and she comes all over my cock. I have to hold her tight, or she’ll fly off my cock. She comes over and over again, and only after the second time do I decide it’s my turn.

I pull out of her and turn her over, taking her hair in my hand. Her mouth opens for my cock. “When you are a good girl, I’ll come in your pussy.” She sucks me all the way to the back of her throat. “Tonight, you were a bad girl, so you swallow my cum,” I scold as I finger-fuck her cunt that is open for me. She’s so fucking wet it’s oozing out of her. She comes at the same time I come down her throat. “Baby,” I whisper when I stop fucking her face. My cock slides out of her mouth at the same time my fingers slip out of her. The bed is a wet mess from her as she throws herself back on the pillows.

Her chest is rising and falling. “That was—” She tries to get up on her elbows and look over at me collapsed on her other side. “That was—” Her elbows give out as she lies there, her legs still wide. “I might have to be bad if you are going to fuck me like that.”

I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me. “Zoey.” I roll off the bed before reaching for her and grabbing her like a rag doll.

“Where are we going?” she asks me as I walk into the bathroom. “Oh, bath time.”

I put her down while I start the bath and put in her salt things, and then put a couple of drops of her oil that she likes with some bubble bath.

She sits in the tub on one side, waiting for me to get in. I close my eyes and put my head back, waiting for the water to fill it up.

She moves between my legs, and when I open my eyes, she’s kneeling in front of me. She puts her hand on my abs. “Nash,” she says softly, “I’m sorry I went to meet him.” She puts her forehead on mine. “I won’t go and meet him again.”

“You bet your fucking ass you won’t,” I snap at her, “never a-fucking-gain, Zoey.”

She smiles the smile I’ve literally fallen in love with. The smile I crave to see all day. The smile I’ll do whatever the fuck I need to do to see. “Never a-fucking-gain, Nash.”

Twenty-Three

Zoey

I take a deep inhale as I turn my head from left to right on the pillow as my eyes flutter open, taking in the semi-darkened room. The thick drapes are pulled closed, but the middle is open just a little, letting a bit of sunshine into the room. I move my hands from the side of me to over my head and stretch out, blinking a few more times to get my eyes used to the light. I look over, seeing the bed beside me empty, which is nothing new. I don’t think I’ve ever woken up and he’s been beside me unless it’s in the middle of the night when I go pee.

I hear sounds coming from downstairs, and when I grab my phone and check, I see it’s a bit after eight. Tossing the covers off me, I slide my feet out of the bed before walking over to the bathroom. I finish brushing my teeth, grabbing my white plush robe before walking out and heading downstairs to catch up with Nash when I see him walking into the room with a tray in his hand and wearing just his boxers. “Why are you dressed and out of bed?” he asks me, his eyes going from big to a huge glare, making me laugh.

“I got up,” I tell him, “and again, I was alone in bed.” I point at the bed that looks like we spent the night wrestling in it instead of sleeping, which we sort of did. I mean, I think the last time I saw the clock, it was close to midnight when he gathered me in his arms, holding one breast in his hand as he spooned me. All I know is I looked over my shoulder to kiss his lips before falling asleep, and the next thing I knew, it was morning. “Alone in bed as a newlywed is not fun, Nash.”

He rolls his eyes. “It’s not my fault that your favorite drink is matcha and it takes me an hour to make.”

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes. “Can you exaggerate a little more?” I wait for him to walk close to me, seeing he has a tray filled with a matcha for me and a coffee for himself. A plate is in the middle with some fresh fruit and two wrapped bagels.

“Good morning.” He looks down at me when he is standing in front of me. “I see we are up in fighting form this morning.” His head bends to kiss my lips.