Page 60 of The Pack

She bit her lip, her gaze dropping to my chest before flicking back to meet my eyes. “Maybe,” she said softly, yet defiantly.

I leaned closer, my hand brushing her jaw as I tilted her face up to mine.

“Careful, Zara,” I murmured, my voice low and rough. “Because next time, I won’t stop so soon.”

Her lips parted, and for a moment, the fire between us burned hotter than the one flickering at our backs.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she whispered, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she reached back and rubbed at her likely very sore cheeks.

And just like that, she had me.

There was no denying it—this girl had somehow slipped under my skin, past all my defenses, and right into the part of me I hadn’t known was missing until now. It was terrifying, it was exhilarating, and goddamn if I wasn’t enjoying every minute of it.

She leaned down, opened her mouth, and wrapped her lips around my cock. My breath hitched, my pulse pounding in myears as she took me in deep, her tongue swirling around the head. The sensation made me groan, and I felt her lips smile as she slowly pulled back, her eyes locked on mine.

Slowly, she bobbed her head up and down, taking me deeper. She wasn’t going fast, but she wasn’t being shy about it either.

Fuck. She was perfect.

My hands slid through her hair, fingers tightening against her scalp as she moved. She was so fucking good at this, a natural.

I watched her, transfixed, as she worked, her movements steady and rhythmic. My body ached, every muscle tense as I struggled to hold myself back.

“Zara, love,” I said in barely more than a rough whisper.

She didn’t stop, her gaze flicking up to meet mine.

“Yes?” she asked, her voice muffled by my cock.

“I want to fuck your mouth,” I growled.

She blinked, her dark eyes widening slightly before a smile curved her lips again. She nodded, the movement barely noticeable, but it was enough.

Without waiting for her to say anything, I stood up and grabbed her shoulders, pushing her back and down.

“Lean back,” I said, my voice tight with the effort of holding back. “And open your mouth.”

She obeyed, leaning back until her weight rested against my hands. Her mouth fell open, and she stared up at me, her eyes shining in the firelight.

I thrust my hips forward, burying myself deep in her mouth. She gagged, her hands flying up to grip my thighs, but she didn’t stop me.

She just held on.

“Fuck, Zara,” I groaned, my fingers digging into her shoulders, holding her steady. “You feel so fucking good.”

Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard. The sensation was incredible, and it took everything I had not to come right then and there.

“That’s it,” I gasped, my hips pumping harder and faster, driving myself deeper into her throat. “Such a good girl, sucking my cock like that.”

Her lips were slick with spit, her cheeks flushed pink, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into me, her nails digging into my skin as she worked, her head bobbing faster and faster.

I was lost in her, the sight of her, the smell of her, the way she looked at me like she could see all the parts of me that were broken and didn’t care.

The pressure built inside me, my body trembling as I fought the urge to explode. I wanted to make this last, to savor every moment, but it was too much.

“Zara,” I rasped, my hands tightening against her shoulders. “I’m going to come, love.”

She didn’t pull away. Her dark blue eyes flicked up to meet mine. She didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. If anything, she went faster, her lips wrapping tighter around me, her tongue working harder, until the world seemed to spin.

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