Page 77 of Ride with Zane

“Let’s say this one is prepared by a chef.”

“Yours are delicious, Rock.” A shy smile shows up. “No one other than Dad ever cooked for me before.”

“I was the first and will be the last too, baby girl.” I want to slap myself, but it seems she hasn’t figured it out.Okay, just breathe.

The small talk carries on and it relaxes me seeing her laugh. “I’m stuffed.” She sighs. “I think only with tonight’s dinner I gained weight.”

We get up and I walk near her. Pulling the string that holds her bathrobe together I smirk. “Let me see if you’re right.”

“Oh really,” she lets it drop on the floor and approaches with a grin.

Showing her the oil tube, I point at the bed and the towel I’ve displayed on it surprising her again. “Time for a massage, Princess.”

“You’re killing me.” She moans but gets on the bed displaying her ass while lying on her stomach. Squeezing a good amount of oil I start to massage her legs. The moans get me already hard but I keep going until her muscles relax. I move down to her foot and carefully massage it up to the ankles.

“Good God, Rock, I didn’t know you’re that good at it.”

“Couldn’t display all I got, Princess.” I move to the other foot and do the same. Moving upward I massage her thighs and her pants are a torture. I let drip some oil on her back and start putting a little pressure up to her shoulders and along her arm.

“I could marry you just for this massage.” Her giggle hits hard and my heart pounds in my chest.

After a good five minutes of working on her shoulder and arms I squeeze some oil on her ass, making sure it lands between her cheek. “Hmm, please.”

“Behave, baby.” Because it’s a challenge not to take her right now. While massaging her muscles I let my finger hover between her thighs, ripping a powerful moan from her.

“Rock, stop teasing me.” She fists the sheets as I let my thumb slip between her lips. Her body shakes as she tries to have more contact. My cock is already pressing on the jeans’ zip.I should have worn sweatpants.

“What about taking care of the front too.” I try to play cool but it’s fucking hard. I’m obsessed with her body.

“Yes please,” she rolls over carefully not to lean off the towel. I start over again from her legs. “Such a bastard.”

“Oh really?”I’ll show you how bastard I can be, Princess.

I put some pressure on her thighs moving inches from her glistening pussy but carefully working on her inner thighs. I squeeze oil from her navel, up to her stomach and on her tits.

“Are you planning to fry me or what? Add some salt and pepper and I’m good to go.”

I can’t help but laugh out loud. “It may be an idea.” My hands move on her stomach and I sense it tense. I get lost in her eyes and I know I’m fucked. Cupping her tits, I circle her nipples so erect and begging for attention. She bites her bottom lip and I free it, forcing my tongue in her mouth. The muffled pant that leaves her is powerful, making my cock twitch.

I spread her legs, and she grinds against my crotch. With her frantic moves she manages to open my jeans and takes out my dick. “I need you, Rock, please.” The sheer desire in her voice is my end.

I pin her hands over head and in one thrust I’m in heaven. I work my hips slowly in a circle hitting her spot making her cry out my name. My mind goes blank as I kiss her. When she comes squeezing my cock so hard I push even faster prolonging her orgasms. Her body goes rigid and shakes while she squirms. “Give it to me baby, I want another one.” I hold her close and roll over making her ride me. She takes it so well that it makes me go crazy. We fit perfectly and it begins even more intensely when her nails dig in my skin, increasing her pace.

“I love you, Princess.” The last two lunges make us shake while I claim her mouth.

Running my fingers through her hair, peace envelopes me. There’s no doubt she’s my one. “Are you awake?” I know she is but still she stays silent. “Princess, having you in my life means more than I can explain. When I say you’re my life, I mean it.” Her breath starts to tremble and I know she’s close to crying. “With you I learned the real meaning of love and that night has been my resurrection, my first breath of oxygen after what seemed a lifetime. And I want to breathe in every day of my life. With you.” Her tears land on my chest and I’m that bastard to let her continue to act the beauty asleep. “Marry me, Princess.” She holds her breath and I kiss her head. “I want the happily ever after, but I want you to sleep on it because once mine there’s no way out.”

“Zane,” she sobs, “you can’t…”

I kiss off her tears. “I don’t want an answer now and no tears even, okay?” She nods. “Now go wear your pajamas.”

“I love you, Rock, to the moon and back.” I sit on the bed and watch her jumping off. “Were you serious?”

“Dead serious, Princess.”

“But it wasn’t a real question.” She opens the wardrobe, backing off. The roses are displayed in a colorful rainbow and the velvet box opened on top. I move toward her while she takes the box with shaking hands. “You’re crazy, Rock!”

“Because I want to tie my life with the woman I love?”

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