Page 19 of Wickedly Yours

Desperate. Needy. Wetter than I’d ever been before. It was allhim. What he did to me.

“I need you,” I said, working my way down the buttons on his shirt, desperate to see what he looked like with nothing on at all. “Please.”

“Should we move to the bedroom?” Zain murmured, helping me unbutton him as I guided us towards the kitchen.

Shaking my head, I let him tug my dress up to my waist as his gigantic hands massaged my ass. “No. Just want you.”

He pinned me against the kitchen counter, his erection pressing into my hip, and okay—yes.I wasn’t making it up earlier. He was big. Thick. Possibly the biggest I’d ever encountered, but I wouldn’t complain.

“Zain,” I moaned. “Please, I need?—”

“Fuck, I like that.” His voice was a growl, and then I was back in his arms. Being lifted like it was nothing. Like my weight didn’t faze him at all.

“What?” I asked as he set me on top of the cold granite countertop.

“The way you say my name.” His hands slid up my bare thighs, creeping towards the waistband of my panties.

“Oh.” Our eyes met, and he raised an eyebrow. Like he was asking for permission. I nodded, not able to take my eyes off of him as his fingers ran up my skin. My whole body shivered from the sensation.

His thumb pressed against my clit, rubbing me through the fabric. “You’re so wet,” he mused, pressing a knuckle into me. My back arched from the sensation, and I couldn’t hold back my whimper.

He slid my underwear down without preamble, lowering his head between my legs.

“What are you doing?” I grabbed at his hair, forcing him to look up at me. He kneeled in front of me, bringing his head to the same level as my slit.

My handsome stranger gave me a devilish grin. “Tasting you.”

“Oh,” I squeaked, unable to hold my voice back as his tongue connected with my entrance for the first time. He plunged inside, lapping up all of my wetness.

“Is this all for me?” Zain swirled his tongue around my clit. “I think I’m going to be addicted to this after one night.” His eyes closed as he kept up the motions, circling around the nub, driving me wild.

“Keep doing that,” I begged mindlessly.

He slipped a finger inside of me. “You’re so tight, baby. I gotta get you nice and wet for me, huh? Stretch you so you can take my cock?”

“Yes,” I agreed. I wanted that. “Yes, please.”

He added another finger, and I already felt so full. His hands were so big, and his fingers reached farther back thanmine ever could. Making a scissor motion with his hands, he kept true to his word, loosening me up as his tongue fluttered and flattened against my clit.

“Come on, Moonbeam. Give me what I want, and I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

He didn’t stop massaging my insides until I cried out, my eyes flying shut as my fingers dug into his shoulders as my orgasm ripped through me.

“That was… unreal,” I finally said as I cracked my eyes open, watching him slide those two fingers out of me and plop them into his mouth. He licked off every trace of me from his skin before standing up and pulling me back in for another kiss.

Zain’s tongue swiped across my lower lip till I opened for him, and even though I could taste myself in his mouth, I still panted into it.

“Inside,” I crooned, my hands scrambling for purchase until they landed on his belt.

He chuckled against my mouth, never stopping devouring me even as we both got his belt off and it dropped onto the floor with a loudthunk.

Unzipping his pants, I wrapped my hands around his cock, moaning at the size. “You’re so big, handsome.” No amount of foreplay was going to make it easy for me to take him.

“It’ll fit,” he promised, kissing me again as I moved my hand up and down on his length. “You’re going to take me so well.”

Pulling hiscock—because there was no other name decent enough for his magnificent length—out of his pants fully, I watched as he fisted himself a few times, swiping off the bead of pre-cum that had pooled at the tip.

I licked my lips, already ready to feel that inside of me.

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