Page 92 of Blitz'd

He’s too caught up to try to lie.

“I did, fuck. Of course I did.”

“Show me how you did it, Dimples. Come on.” I drag his wrist to my shaft and smear his spit-slicked palm along the length of my dick. “Touch me.”

He wraps those long fingers around my length eagerly and starts to pump me—the pressure is electrifying, dragging a groan from deep in my chest that turns into a near growl as he starts to work me. Slick squelching, a perfect harmony to the sound of my ass sucking his cock inside over and over again.

I want more.

I want all of this.

I want tocomeand at the same time I never want this to end.

I want…

“Zander… fuck…fuck.” I drag my eyes up the length of his body and my gaze connects with his, sweet brown and sunshine. Warmth on my skin.

Something I don’t deserve, but I’m too greedy to give him up.

I rock forward and catch his lips with mine while I keep up the tempo of my hips, grinding myself on his cock while I lick into his mouth. I want to feed him all the words caught like jagged pieces in my ribs, broken confessions and demands and obsession spreading out like vines and wrapping us both up with thorns.

I want to bleed for him—with him. I want that feeling to tangle us together so I never have to let him go.

I want…

“Zander…” I murmur his name again, and my voice sounds so throaty. Husky.

Needy.

I’ve never sounded like that before.

It makes him jerk back, his eyes wide.

Shocked.

Hungry.

Without warning, Zander’s fingers on my hips spasm again, and his arms shoot up, wrapping around me. I think there’s a part of me that realizes what he’s doing as it happens, but I don’t fight against it. I just let him roll on top of me and settle between my legs, so the next thrust of his cock comes from the piston of his hips instead of the lift of my own.

“Fuck…” He whispers it again, dropping his head so he can press a kiss to my jawline and drag his lips up to my ear. “Fuck, Kerian. I want to live inside you forever.”

Forever.

What a heavy word, and I can’t even shove Zander off me and tell him to stop being sosweetbecause he wraps his arms around me and takes my mouth with his own, and I’m caught up in the feel of him rolling his hips to fuck inside me. His entire body is one fine tremble, like every move meanseverything, and I don’t know when it happens, but from one second to the next I have my arms around him. My fingers tangle in his hair, and I’m rocking my body up to meet his movements, letting out low groans that rumble from my chest, and he drinks them down with the fervor of his lips.

He slows the movement of our fucking down to a gentle rhythm that’s nearly a lull. It means I can feel every inch of him as he slides inside me, and we seem to hang suspended in eternity when he bottoms out, his body pressed to mine, his fingers digging into my skin. There are little breaths of forever in the seconds he stays there before he pulls out and rocks against me again.

It feels like I’m living a thousand lives each time he fucks his way inside me, and every one of them is painted in a kaleidoscope of Zander Braithe’s eyes and the taste of apples.

“Babe.” He chokes on the word, trying to swallow it down like the memory of what happened last time he said it streaks across his skin. It makes something in my chest wrench, and I rock my body up, digging my nails into his hair so I can drag his mouth against mine.

“Mmm?”

“I…” His eyes search my face, and there’s a question there—words—things that I can’t decipher as I feel the tension in my lower body slowly starting to build to a breaking point. “Fuck, I’m so close. I want…” Zander drops his hand down between us, taking my cock and pumping me in time with the thrust of his hips.

It makes my back come off the bed, but I still can’t stop myself from groaning.

“What do you want?”

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