Page 80 of About That One Night
My eyes devour her, taking in every curve, every line of her body. She’s a vision of pure desire, standing before me completely naked. I stroke my cock slowly, letting her see how much I want her, before licking the tip and groaning softly.
“Come here,” I say, my voice softer now but no less intense. “Let me feel you. Let me see how beautiful you look when you ride me. But first, grab a condom from my wallet.”
She’s about to follow my order but hesitates. She looks at me, her eyes filled with desire and longing. “Can we skip it?” she asks.
I hesitate, unsure of what to do. “Are you sure?”
She nods. “I mean, I’m already pregnant and they just tested me and I’m clear. Are you . . .”
I nod. “No STIs since my last physical and you’re the only woman I’ve been with for a while,” I confirm. “But are you sure?”
“Yes. One hundred percent sure. And you?”
I nod, my heart racing with excitement. This is amoment I will never forget; one that hopefully will bind us together forever.
“Okay,” I mumble, stunned by her boldness. “I can’t wait to feel every inch of you, baby,” I growl, my voice thick with desire. “Straddle me. Now.”
Zoe moves toward me, straddling my lap. Her skin is warm and soft against mine, and the anticipation between us crackles like electricity. As she positions herself over me, her eyes meet mine, filled with a mix of determination and need.
Her eyes lock onto mine, and for a moment, time stands still. Then, she lowers herself onto me slowly, her wetness enveloping me inch by inch. “Fuck, Zoe, you feel so good,” I groan, my hands gripping her hips tightly. “So tight, so perfect.”
She pauses, looking at me with a mix of desire and anticipation. “Talk to me, Max. Tell me what you want.”
“I want to bury myself in you, feel you squeeze every drop out of me,” I growl, my voice raw with need. “I want to watch your pretty little cunt take all of me. You’re so fucking sexy, Zoe.”
Her breath hitches as she takes me deeper, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. “God, Max,” she moans. “You’re so big. Fill me up.”
Her breath hitches, and she moves slowly at first, adjusting to the fullness. I can feel every movement, every twitch of her muscles as she settles onto me. Her hands rest on my shoulders for support, her fingers digging into my skin.
I grip her hips, guiding her movements as she begins to ride me. The rhythm starts slow, sensual,each rise and fall driving me wild. Her eyes never leave mine, filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability.
“That’s it, good girl,” I murmur, my voice thick with lust. “Take it all. You love feeling me inside you, don’t you? You love being filled by my cock.”
“Yes, yes,” she gasps, her hands clutching at my shoulders for support.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I groan, thrusting up to meet her every movement. “You make me so fucking hard. Ride me, Zoe. Show me how much you want it.”
“I want you so fucking much,” she whispers, her voice breathy and urgent as she digs her nails into my shoulders, her eyes locked onto mine.
I groan, my hands roaming her body, feeling the smooth curves of her back and the softness of her breasts pressed against my chest. “You’re all I think about, Zoe. Every minute of every day.”
“Max,” she breathes, her voice husky with need as she grinds her hips faster against mine. The friction and heat between us builds to a sweet, torturous pleasure, my every nerve ending alight with her touch. “I need more. I need you, Max.”
Her confession, her need for me, sends a jolt of white-hot desire through my veins.
In this moment, I can’t imagine a world where she isn’t mine, where her body doesn’t belong to me as much as mine does to her. Our bodies move together, a symphony of gasps and moans, our breaths in sync as we hurtle toward that delicious precipice of oblivion.
Her urgency echoes my own, surging through our connected bodies like wildfire. I grip her hips tighter, angling my hips up to meet her every thrust, driving us both higher. “You’re mine,” I growl, my voice low and raw with desire. “All mine.”
Her pace quickens, her moans growing louder as she bounces on my cock. I slide my hand between us, my fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles. “Max, I’m so close,” she whimpers, her voice trembling with need.
I press my lips to her ear, my voice a rough whisper. “Come for me, baby. Show me how much you want me. Squeeze me tight.”
“Feel how wet you are, Zoe,” I murmur, my voice dripping with desire. “Your little clit is so swollen. You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you? Love it when I play with your clit while you ride my cock?”
“Yes, yes,” she cries out, her hips bucking as she grinds against my hand. “I’m going to come, Max.”
“Do it, baby. Come all over me,” I growl, my fingers relentless on her sensitive spot. “Let me feel you lose control.”
