Page 64 of Kings Against the World

Benz practically grovels, promising profusely he’ll shape up and deliver. The lounge will be immaculate by the next round of the tournament.

But he doesn’t get—neither of them do—that the stage has already been set. That Zoe’s building the case against them and I’m helping her every step of the way.

Together, we’re going to take them all down. They just don’t know it yet.

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OZZIE

Zoe criesout as she clutches the shower bar and bounces on my dick. I grip her by the ass cheeks and drag her back down toward me. My dick impales her, sliding into her hot, slick pussy.

We’re surrounded by the steam from the shower. Covered in soap and dripping droplets of water.

But we can’t help ourselves. We can’t keep our hands off each other.

We’re at the point where if we’re alone in a room together, we’re gonna fuck.

I hold Zoe up as she undulates her hips and rides me like a pro. The way her body moves is insane. It’s hypnotic as her hips gyrate in tune with the upward thrusts that I give. We work so damn well together, if fucking was a sport, we’d win the gold.

She hooks one arm around my neck and picks up the pace. Her abs contract as she pushes herself harder, riding me deeper and faster.

Her pussy kneads me in a viselike grip.

All slick heat and pulsating muscles squeezing my dick. It feels so fucking fantastic that it’s a miracle I hold on.

That I don’t fucking bust a nut here and now and spill inside her pussy.

But we’re locked into a competition—we’re upping the ante as she rides me and I wrench her back down on my dick, filling her up. I won’t give in ’til she does, and the gleam in her hazel eyes tells me she knows it.

Zoe knows damn well I give it back to her twice as hard as she dishes it. She knows I handle her just right, giving her what she needs.

We come together in greedy, open-mouthed kisses. Our tongues flick and tease as we devour each other. I practically flatten her against the shower tile as I take over the gyrations, spreading her thighs wider and pistoning my hips. I’m like a drill burrowing deep into her tight, slick pussy, hitting the sweet G-spot.

She lets go of the shower bar and wraps her other arm round me. Any tension that was once knotted up inside her melts away. Her body practically liquefies in my arms as she holds onto me, arms and legs banded around me, and lets me take us to the finish line.

I’m more than happy to. My balls damn near fit to burst, my adrenaline at its peak. It’s time to make Zoe come and then reward myself by following her over the edge.

I flex my muscles, demonstrating my power as I hold her up and fuck into her like a man possessed. I fuck her so good, her eyes roll back and she clamps down on my cock tighter than ever.

I drag every last ounce of pleasure out of her. My hips draw out every stroke, stimulating her over and over, making her pussy convulse around me.

Just the push I need to fall over the edge myself.

We’re both goners for seconds to come.

I explode inside her, my brain so fucking scrambled I don’t know left from right. Up from down.

You could ask me what two plus two is, and I couldn’t fucking tell you.

Intense pleasure has crashed over me in waves. I heave deep breaths and set Zoe down on her feet before I risk dropping her.

My orgasm has drained all strength from me, leaving me limp and spent.

Zoe seems to feel the same. She uses the shower tile as leverage, pressing up against it, her eyes wide and lips parted.

I grin and run a hand over my wet hair, the mohawk that once stood proud and tall now slicked down against my scalp. “I don’t know about you, babe, but I’m starving.”

She bursts into a breathless laugh that’s infectious.

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