Page 61 of Insatiable Hunger

I want him so bad—no, Ineedhim.

Ripping his mouth from mine, he trails down my chin, licking a line down the column of my throat before nipping at the skin covering my collarbone.

“Zeke.” His name leaves my lips on a broken moan.

He drops to his knees before me, fingers hooking into the waistband of my shorts. Lifting my hips, I allow him to drag them down my legs until he pulls them off entirely, leaving me naked and exposed from the waist down, aside from my sandals that have managed to stay on this entire time.

“Look at you,” he breathes, taking me into his hand. Using the flat of his tongue, he laps me up from base to tip before enclosing me in his wet heat. He takes me to the back of his throat, swallowing around my length and making my eyes roll back.

The sight of Zeke, this big, powerful man on his knees for me, is too much. The way his hungry black eyes peer up at me through his equally black lashes, the way his plump, red lips look wrapped around me… it’s filthy and wrong and everything my wet dreams are made of.

The slurping noises turn me on almost as much as his skilled tongue, twirling and wrapping around me. He teases the sensitive spot right under my tip before dragging his tongue along the vein on the side of my shaft.

My hand comes to the top of his head, fingers tightening in his thick, black strands as my hips begin to rock up into his mouth. He cups my balls, rolling them in his palm as he slides me to the back of his throat again.

“Oh,fuck,Zeke,” I moan, trying to keep my voice down. I have no clue how soundproof these walls are, and if I’m right about that desk, Daphne is less than three feet from the door. The very last thing I need is for her to hear us.

Right as I begin to feel the telltale signs of my release building, he pulls off and stands. The smirk on his face tells me he knows exactly what he just did too.

Zeke’s belt is already undone, but he flicks the button on his slacks, dragging the zipper down and pulling himself out. I don’t think it’ll ever not be alarming how big he is. He brings his hand up to his face, spitting into his palm before coating his length in his own saliva.

His lips come down, utterly consuming mine once more. I can taste the unbridled desire on his tongue, and it matches mine. He continues this assault on my mouth, making my head feel light and dizzy, as he lines our cocks up. I gasp as I feel a slick type of heat encasing my tip, and am amazed when I glance down, seeing Zeke cover my crown with his velvety soft foreskin.

Once a good portion of my length is covered in a warm, slippery flesh pocket, he jacks us together, the sensation so much different than a hand. Sparks detonate in my body, intense bursts of pleasure that can be felt from the tip of my head, down to my toes. It’s too much.

My chest heaves as I do my best to remain quiet. I’m failing. Needy cries fall from my lips as I watch, mesmerized, by the scene unfolding before me. My hips buck into his grip as he strokes us easily behind the pleasure pocket he’s created.

Glancing up at him, his cheeks are flushed, pupils blown wide as he bites down on his bottom lip, clearly just as affected as I am.

“Zeke…” I grab onto his arm to steady myself as the pressure builds at the base of my spine. A warmth spreads throughout my body, a tingling making itself known in my balls, and I’m right fucking there. “I can’t hold back. I’m gonna come.”

He grins. It’s sinister and sexy as hell. “Come on, then, little slut.” Bringing his lips right over mine, he rasps, “Give me your cum.”

My hands fly up, wrapping around the back of his neck as he slips his tongue into my mouth. A shudder races through my body as my cock explodes, filling his foreskin and coating both of our lengths. An earthquake of sensation shatters through me, ricocheting through every corner of my body until I feel boneless.

Glancing down, I watch him unwrap himself from me, my cum dripping out of him and onto his palm. Zeke uses it as a lube, coating his entire dick before laying me down and bringing slick fingers to my hole. One thick digit sinks all the way in before he shoves a second one inside, curlingjustright as he drags them out.

He continues to fuck me with his fingers, scissoring them and working me open before he pulls out, reaching in his desk drawer and grabbing a bottle of lotion. He adds a small amount to his cock, smearing it in along with my cum before lining himself up to my entrance and pushing inside. A large hand covers my mouth, muffling the cry that is punched out of my lungs as he seats himself inside me, splitting me in two and ruining me for anybody else.

His cock is so fucking large. I’ve never felt a fullness like I do with him. It’s insane.

The hand covering my mouth slides down, making a home around my neck. He doesn’t squeeze but uses it as a type of handle to hold on to as his hips begin to move, rocking into me. His teeth are gritted and bared, and I know he wants to fuck me harder and faster, but he can’t. It would be too loud. Be too obvious.

So, instead, he slides into me at a mind-numbing pace. Deep, forceful pumps.

“You feel so good, my little slut,” he moans, pulling out to the tip before sliding home again. His pelvis slaps against my ass, and my head drops, eyes rolling back. “God, I could watch you swallow me up all fucking day.”

Zeke shoves two thick fingers into my mouth, across my tongue. I groan around them when I can still taste myself on his skin. Closing my lips around them, I suck as he continues to move inside me.

His eyes darken as he takes in the sight. “What a good little whore you are, hijo.”

My chest swells under his praise, eyes getting heavy and hooded as pleasure continues to pump into my bloodstream.

“You like when I tell you how good you are?” he asks, voice low and throaty.

I nod, his fingers still lodged in my mouth. My tongue spears through them before I hollow my cheeks and suck a little harder.

“What about when I tell you what a filthy little cum slut you are?” His thrusts are getting rougher, the sound of his pelvis slapping against my body almost too loud for our surroundings. His resolve is crumbling. “Like knowing I’m going to use your ass as my dirty fucking cum dumpster, hmm?”

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