Page 173 of Fall I Want
“How many can you give me before we cross city limits?”
“Hmm.” His mouth parts. “What’s your current record?”
“You’re already holding the first place spot in Autumn’s WorldRecords for everything,” I say, parting my legs for him, leaning forward to capture his lips. He steals a glance at my breasts.
“Show me your gorgeous tits, wifey,” he says, then I notice the tiny clasps on the material. Did they magically appear?
Then I remember I was blindfolded when he dressed me tonight. I don’t know the inner workings of the dress I wear other than my pockets.
“Mmhm.” He smirks, confirmation that it was by design.
I unsnap one side of the top and reveal myself to him.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, moving forward, sliding his body between my legs, capturing my nipple in his mouth as he tweaks the other with his fingers.
“Yes,” I say, my head falling back, loving the pressure of him against me.
“I guess we’re living one of your fantasies right now?” I question as we desperately kiss. His strong hand slides up my thighs until he brushes down my wet slit.
“Apparently, we’re living yours too,” he tells me, placing his fingers in his mouth and licking my arousal from them. “So. Fucking. Good. Now, put those perfect tits up for me and enjoy the pretty colors. Remember,quiet.”
Quickly, he moves my ass to the edge of the leather seat that’s only big enough for the two of us. Zane pushes my thighs wider apart, then dives between my legs, slowly kissing and sucking my clit.
I gasp, leaning my head back, noticing the beautiful yellows and oranges as leaves flutter in the breeze. His warm mouth is almost too much because I’m so turned on.
“Mm,” he hums. His scruff feels incredible against me. “So good.”
He enjoys every single second of having me this way. I’m under his spell, and he can do whatever he wants. My body is a prisoner to him and all that he gives.
A quiet pant whispers through the small space as I rock my hips. His hot tongue darts inside. A moan escapes.
“Shh,” he says, his breath tickling my most sensitive parts.
My mouth falls open as I sink farther onto his lips.
“Zane,” I whisper, knowing he’s urging me to let go. Minutes is all it takes for the first orgasm.
“Count for me, Pumpkin.”
“One,” I hiss out as he slowly returns to my swollen bud, not giving me too much pressure or too little. Sometimes I get a finger or two, and sometimes I don’t. It doesn’t matter.
He has my body memorized, knowing what I need and want. This man worships me like I’m his religion, and I come so many times that I almost lose count. But he asks after each glorious, heart-pounding release. Zane gives me enough time to recover before leading me back to the cliff, where I free-fall. Nothing is at the bottom but him.
I shiver and the last orgasm I think I can manage bustles through me like a runaway train, casting me to a different reality.
“Seven.” I gasp out. My body wants to shut down. The euphoria, the head high, I’ve never experienced anything like this.
I fist my fingers in his hair as he sucks me clean.
“We’re about to be at the bottom,” I whisper. “No time.”
He sucks on his lip. “We’ll stop at lucky number seven.”
His mouth is on mine and I can taste myself as our tongues twist together. “How was it?”
“The best I ever had,” I whisper, my heart steadily pounding. I reach down, feeling how damn hard he is. “Let me.”
“I’ll take an IOU.”
