Page 128 of Fall I Want
The scruff on his face feels so good on me and I want to pick up the pace. Whimpers crawl from my throat, and when I look into his eyes, he growls against my pussy.
“Zane,” I whisper. “You make me feel so good.”
“Mm.” He kisses me, lightly licking. “You’re close.”
“Yes,” I say, my mouth falling open as my breaths come in desperate pants. The climb is slow and treacherous. “So. So.”
Then the orgasm takes hold and every muscle in my body seizes up. Life itself feels as if it comes to an end as I come apart on his mouth, riding out my orgasms on his tongue and lips as he smiles beneath me. “Will you fuck me?”
“Thought you’d never ask,” he says, taking one final lick of me as I move off of him. I scoot to the edge of the bed, my ass up in the air.
Zane moves behind me, kissing my ass cheeks, then slides his mouth down my crack. His palms gently open me as he licks around my tight hole. I moan out, never having been licked there before.
“Shit, that feels amazing,” I whimper, swallowing hard. My pussy pulses and I don’t know how it’s possible for this man to get me so worked up so quickly. I want him inside of me. Right now.
As if he reads my mind, he grabs my hips, lining his cock up with my cunt, teasing me with the tip. I try to fall back on him, but he clicks his tongue. “No patience.”
“Not when it comes to you.”
Zane shifts forward, slamming inside of me, and I think I see stars. “Yessss,” I scream out, clenching the fluffy comforter in my fists as he fills me so full.
Zane reaches around, adding just enough pressure to my clit to set me trembling beneath him. He knows what I crave and I slam against him, our bodies crashing together.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and come on my cock?”
“Only if you keep fucking me just like that,” I moan out. His thrusts grow more intentional and my body lets go. I arch my back, his hands on my ass as I take him from behind, nearly crumbling to dust as he loses himself.
As he’s moaning out his orgasm, the doorbell rings. We’re sweaty and breathing hard and I just want to hold him under the skyline.
I roll over onto my back, staring at him, his cock still at full attention. “Should you answer it? What if it’s Weston or someone?”
“No,” he whispers, glancing at his phone. “They’d call or text.”
“Zane,” a woman’s voice calls out, and his jaw tightens.
“Who is that?”
“Who do you think?” he asks.
I slide out of bed, grab the dress shirt he was wearing then button it.
Zane follows me across the room. “Autumn. Don’t.”
I hold up my hand. “I’ll handle it.”
I skip down the stairs, two at a time, then move to the front door, opening it, knowing what I look like. By the expression on her face when she sees me, she knows we’ve been fucking too.
Good.
I smile. “Hi. Can I help you?”
She stares at me. “Who the fuck are you?”
I grew up with mean girls just like her. I push my perfect hair back from my eyes with my left hand. The ring sparkles in light. “Oh, I’m Zane’s fiancée. Autumn. And you are?”
She rolls her eyes. “You know who I am. I’m Celine.”
“Who?” I ask. “I’m sorry, he’s never mentioned anyone named Celine.”
