Page 49 of The Hearts We Fumble
He drags his teeth over my ass before he pulls my underwear down my legs, adding them to my jeans around my ankles. When he spreads my ass cheeks apart, my face heats again, only this time in embarrassment. It’s short-lived, though, because as quickly as my mind goes there, it’s gone. All I can think about is how Zane’s mouth is on me.
It's on my pussy, and it feels better than anything I’ve ever dreamed of.
He presses his hand down on my lower back, giving himself better access, and keeps my ass spread farther for him. His tongue moves with purpose—caressing my clit, dipping into me, then grazing lower, his breath hot as he circles the place no one’s touched before.
“Oh fuck yes,” I groan, earning me a low hum.
He moves lower to fuck me with his tongue again, adding his finger to brush lightly over my swollen bud.
My body moves on its own now, and I can’t stop it. I’ve never felt anything like this as I grind my pussy against Zane’s face.
“Come for me, baby,” he murmurs, pulling back to shove his finger inside me. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight. Holy fuck,” he rattles off, biting down on my ass cheek as he adds a second finger along with his thumb, continuing their assault on me.
I can hear the distinct sound of a belt buckle, followed by a zipper, and all I can picture is him jerking off as he fucks me with his long fingers. The visual sends stars dancing in my vision, and before long, my release crashes through me. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt, causing me to tremble to the point I’m worried I’m about to collapse on the ground right before Zane’s strong arm bands around my waist.
He quickly stands, pressing his mouth against my cheek, and orders me to press my legs together.
It takes me a minute to realize what he’s doing, but once he starts to move, there’s no mistaking the glide of his dick between my thighs.
Oh fuck, he’s using my arousal to slide between my legs. He’s fucking my thighs.
He wraps his hand around my throat, tilting my head back until it’s leaned against his shoulder.
“Kiss me,” he orders, and I turn my head, pressing my lips against him.
My scent, my taste is on his lips, and it unleashes something inside me that I don’t think I’ve ever felt before.
Biting on his lip, he groans, his fingers tightening on my throat. Rocking my hips back to meet his, I add friction to where he slides between my legs, over my pussy lips.
He kisses me again before pressing his mouth against my ear.
“I better never hear another word about me not being into you and these incredible curves. You hear me, firecracker? Our first time together, the first time I’ve ever felt this sweet pussy on my dick, I want my dick to get off from sliding between these beautiful fucking thighs. The next time we’re together, I’ll have you wrap them around my face while I devour you. You hear me?”
Next time?
I can’t say anything. I’m completely at his mercy. I’ll say or do anything he wants.
“Yes—God, yes. Anything. I’m yours.”
A deep, guttural sound rumbles from his chest, his grip tightening. My breath catches. “Damn right, you are,” he growls. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours, Zane,” I whisper, my voice trembling with truth. “I’ve always been yours.”
Before I can even process what’s happening, his hands are everywhere—dragging up my thighs, gripping my hips, keeping me steady as if he knows I’m seconds away from falling apart. His fingers stroke through my slick heat, his touch both teasing and possessive, like he’s claiming every inch of me.
“Fuck,” he rasps, his voice strained as he increases his thrusts between my thighs. “You feel so good.”
My breath catches when he brushes his finger over my swollen bud, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure up my spine. My body responds instantly, hips rolling against his touch, chasing the friction I so desperately need.
“Zane—” His name leaves my lips in a breathless moan, and I swear I feel his whole body tense, like hearing me like this is wrecking him just as much as he’s wrecking me.
He leans in, burying his face in my neck, his heavy breath uneven. “You drive me fuckin’ crazy, you know that?”
I don’t answer. I can’t.
Not when his fingers coax me closer to the edge.
Not when his body trembles against mine, like he’s fighting just as hard to hold on.
