Page 8 of Interception

“I wasn’t exactly planning on dropping trou today.”

“You’re fucking hot.”

“Are we done discussing my underwear? I can think of better things for you to be doing with that mouth of yours.”

“Not one for small talk?”

“It’s not necessary. I don’t need to be wined or dined. You don’t need to whisper sweet nothings to me or pay me any compliments. I’m already close to naked on your bed, and you have something I want. It’s as complicated and as simple as that. Now lose your pants.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I unzip my fly and push my jeans down, letting my erection spring free. I’m rewarded with a dark and sensual smile as she takes in the sight of me, rock hard and ready for her.

I move over to my nightstand, grabbing a condom packet and dropping it on the bed before reaching for her ankles and pulling her toward me.

“Is this what you want, Zoey?” Without a word, she unhooks her bra and throws it at me. “Fuck me, your tits are perfect.”

“Yeah, I know,” she says, letting her hands drift up her torso, cupping her breasts. Jesus Christ. I’m going to come before I get anywhere near her if she keeps this up. I position myself at the bottom of the bed, sliding my hands up her legs, hooking my fingers under the waistband of her panties. I’ve never understood the allure of boy shorts on a woman until now. Even with cartoon characters on them, she looks sexy as hell. Anticipation unfurls in my stomach, causing a strange flutter of nerves I’m not used to.

She lifts her hips just enough for me to pull her panties off and throw them on my bedroom floor. Holy fuck, her body is glorious. I drop between her legs, pushing them open as my lips crash down on hers, the soft swell of her breasts pressed tight to my chest. Her lips are so full and pouty, and her tongue—this girl’s mouth was made for sin. Every lick and stroke have a direct line to my cock, and my brain is on overload.

Zoey is ravenous, her hands roaming my body as she hooks one leg around my waist, grinding her warm skin against my junk. God, she’s already wet for me. I kiss and nip my way from her lips, down her neck, enjoying the shiver that runs through her when I hit a sweet spot behind her ear. Her nipples tighten, and I can’t wait any longer to taste them.

While I suck one into my mouth, she pulls on the other, sending me into a tailspin. Every flick of my tongue has her writhing beneath me. I make my way down her body, my fingers trailing between her legs, my mouth following hot on their heels.

Wrapping my arms underneath her hips, I hold her in place as I take her with one long, languorous lick. Fuck, she tastes good—sweet, warm, and better than honey.

She lets out a raspy moan as she circles her hips, pushing against my mouth, forcing me to take more of her. It’s so fucking hot. I want to be everywhere at once—kissing her lips, tasting her arousal, sinking my cock balls-deep inside her to feel the warmth of her core as her muscles tighten around me.

Her body responds to my touch, quickly reaching a fever pitch as I continue to lick, flick, and kiss her clit. It’s not long enough for me—I could do this for hours and never tire of the taste of her—but there’s no way in hell I’m going to deprive her of what she so clearly craves. Fisting her hands in my hair, she takes control, riding my face to an intense orgasm.

I want to hear her screaming my name, but she doesn’t give me the satisfaction, instead shouting to the heavens as she crashes over the edge.

“Oh God, yes! Don’t stop… holy shit… God, yes!” Even her low and raspy voice is dripping with sex, a seductress in every way possible. When she attempts to shift out of my grasp, I press down on her hips, holding her in place.

“Not so fast, Zoey. One orgasm isn’t going to be enough. You’re going to scream until you are hoarse, coming over and over again until you can’t take it anymore. Then and only then am I going to give you what you really want… my cock.”

She bucks wildly, losing herself to the pleasure I inflict on her body, but she resists calling my name, making me want it even more. Zoey takes it all, time after time, riding my face with reckless abandon. It’s not until her legs are shaking uncontrollably that I reach for the condom packet. She pulls it from my hand, ripping it open with her teeth before sliding it over the head of my cock, her hand gripping me tightly as she rolls it down the length of me.

“God, you’re hard as a rock.” She continues to caress me, positioning me at her entrance. I stop myself, teasing her just a little and for as long as I can stand it. “What are you waiting for? Fuck me.”

“Say my name.”

“Is that what gets you off? Having a woman scream your name?” She looks me dead in the eye, her gaze oozing sex appeal. She knows she’s sexy. She owns it with no apology.

“No. I want to hear you saying my name as I sink balls-deep inside you. You think my mouth is skilled? I haven’t even begun to show you what I’m capable of.”

“Then do it. Take me. You know you’re desperate to feel my tight little pussy around your cock.”

“Not until you say it.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then I guess I’m going to have blue balls. It’s one little word, Zoey. Just… one… word. I want to hear my name tripping off those pouty lips of yours.” I don’t even know why I’m challenging her. My cock is screaming at me to shut the hell up and fuck her, but she’s got all the power here, and this is the only way to even the playing field.

“Come on, champ.” She wraps her fist around the base of my cock. “You know you want it.” It takes every morsel of self-control in my body to pull back, but the second I move to get off the bed, she grabs my wrist.

“Get back here and fuck me, Cooper.” Holy shit, her sultry rasp is even sexier than I thought it would be as my name falls from her lips. “Are you happy now? I said it. I want you, Coop. Now finish what you started.” She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I push her legs open and take her in one hard, punishing thrust of my hips. Jesus Christ, she feels good, and the way she moans as I hammer into her over and over again, it’s fucking music to my ears.

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