Page 63 of Wickedly Yours

Giving me a few more languid licks, he finallystood up, running his tongue over his bottom lip before standing up, the outline of his erection clear through his bottoms.

Zain bent down to kiss me, his hips settling inside my still-parted legs.

“Don’t tease me,” I begged. “I need you inside me. Please.”

In a flash, his pants were gone, his tip pressed against my entrance. Grasping my chin, he rasped out, “Tell me you want this. That you want me.”

I nodded, feeling from the undercurrent of emotions that ran through him how important this was to him. And I needed him to know that I meant it. That I wasn’t doing this just for him or for any reason other than I wanted it, wanted him.

“I do,” I said, holding his golden-eyed stare. “More than anything.”

“Thank fuck,” he muttered, finally pushing in. The stretch was exquisite, the feeling of him bare inside of me almost bringing me to climax again.

Reaching up, my hands clutched at his shoulders, digging my fingernails into his muscles.

“You feel so good inside of me.”

I cried out as he pulled out before burying himself to the hilt.

“Harder,” I moaned, my hips moving in tandem with each thrust of his cock.

“Moonbeam—” He protested with a groan, but I shook my head.

“I won’t break. Fuck me, Zain.”

Pulling out, he flipped me onto my stomach, sinking into me from behind. His hands gripped my hips roughly, helping to pull me to my knees.

“Oh,” I gasped out, feeling him bottom out. “Yes. You’re so big.”

Right there, I thought, feeling him deeper than ever before.The angle made everything heightened, and I wondered if it would always be like this.

“Luna,” he groaned. “You’re so tight. Feels so good.”

I didn’t agree with words—I couldn't because all rational thought flooded my brain as pleasure burst through my body. I pushed my hips back, forcing him in deeper.

He reached around us, grabbing my hand and forcing my fingers apart, placing them on the entrance where we were joined.

“Feel us,” he rasped against my ear. “Feel how good you take me, Moonbeam.”

Every thrust, every movement he made as he rocked into me, sent trembles through my body. My fingers were parted around his cock, each slide inside of me brushing it up against my digits.

My moans increased, and Zain found my clit, strumming it with such precision I thought I might lose my mind.So close.

Stars exploded across my vision, a blinding white that overtook me without warning. My muscles clenched around him, and I could feel his cock tightening between my fingers, inside of me, even as he kept pounding into me through my climax.

“Inside me,” I pleaded, not even knowing what I was asking for but knowing I didn’t want to lose this feeling, this connection, yet. Pressing my ass against him further, I tightened my muscles. “Fill me up,” I begged.

A deep groan escaped from his lips as he did just that, spilling deep into my body, filling me with rope after rope of his cum. I could feel the warmth inside me as his seed trickled down onto my fingers.

Zain stilled, keeping me pinned against him as his breathing leveled out.

“Damn.” I panted, collapsing onto the bed. “That was…” I had no words.How did he always fry my brain so thoroughly?

“Thank you,” Zain said, voice rough. He nuzzled his face into the spot between my shoulders and my neck, kissing it softly. Reverently.

I turned to face him. “For what?”

“For trusting me. For this.” He cupped my cheeks.

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