Page 40 of Finding Haven
“So fucking sweet, Sugar,” he says, swiping his tongue over his lips as he crawls up the bed. He claims my mouth with such passion that a freshwave of heat rolls through me. Tasting myself on his lips shouldn’t be as hot as it is.
His rigid length grinds against me as his hips settle over mine, and I shudder. I’m all too aware of the fact that there’s no barrier between us, nothing to separate his bare skin from mine aside from the old baggy shirt still covering my upper body. Leaning up, I trail my lips along his lightly stubbled jaw, working my way slowly down his neck. I reach a hand between us, grasping his hard cock in the palm of my hand as I whisper, “Let me take care of you.” His dick throbs in response.
Zack wraps his hand around the base of my throat as he bites at my bottom lip. A deep growl escapes him as he pulls back, his warm whiskey eyes meeting mine. “I wanted you to wake up with my tongue buried in your sweet pussy. I didn’t do it so that you would return the favor. You don’t ever owe me anything. Understand?”
Why does this possessive, dominant side of him turn me into a complete puddle?
He’s nothing like any other man I’ve ever met. I’ve never been with a man who gives so selflessly, both inside the bedroom and out. Someone who takes care of me because he truly wants to, not because he feels some sort of obligation to do so. But maybe that’s just it… I’ve never been with amanbefore. Not a real one, anyway. The others I’ve dated have all just been mere boys in comparison.
He’s not restricting my airway, but his grip is firm enough that I can’t do much more than nod. With his fingers still wrapped around my throat, I murmur, “If you think I don’t enjoy making you come just as much as you enjoy doing the same to me, you’re crazy.”
His hand loosens as his forehead rests against mine, his breath shuddering on an exhale. “Goddamn, Quinn. You’re so fucking perfect for me,” he rasps, his voice laced with restraint as his cock grinds down against me.
A smile spreads across my face as his words reach down to my very core. As much as I’m not ready to admit it, I’m almost certain that I’m in love with Zack Mercer. I don’t care that we haven’t known each other for very long. I don’t care that he’s older than what some might think is acceptable for me, and I definitely don’t care that we still have so much to learn about each other.
My soul recognizes his.
Grasping his jaw in my palm, I guide his mouth to mine. “You’re perfect for me, too,” I say, my lips brushing his.
When he kisses me, he’s ravenous like a man who’s been starved, and I guess in many ways, he has been. Will he let me love him the way that he deserves to be loved? He’s only just begun to open up to me, but through all of our conversations and the pieces he’s allowed me to see, I know he’s kept parts of himself locked away in the dark.
The heat he ignites within my body spreads through my veins like a wildfire, and I’m desperate to bring him into the flames.
He swipes his tongue over my bottom lip before nipping at it. “You want my cock, Sugar?” he asks, his gaze burning into mine.
I nod in response.
He rolls over onto his back and folds his arms beneath his head. His cock rests against his lower abdomen, stretching up towards his navel as he watches me. A blush rises to my cheeks as I sit up and quicklyremove my shirt, tossing it to the ground before settling myself between his strong thighs.
Wrapping my hand back around the base of his cock, I bring him to my mouth. His breath hisses through his teeth as I take him to the back of my throat. My tongue caresses the underside of his shaft, swirling around the flared head as I leisurely work my mouth over him. Pulling back, I lick over his crown before trailing my tongue down his length, glancing up to meet his hooded gaze.
He groans. “You look so fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth.”
I moan from his praise as I move lower, kissing my way down to his balls. Wrapping my fist around his shaft, I stroke my hand up and down his length as I lick over their seam before taking one into my mouth, his dick pulsing in my grip.
“Fuck, Quinn,” he rasps. I almost miss the last part as his voice lowers and he mumbles, “Make me come, baby.”
Releasing him with a wet pop, I meet his gaze. With a gentle hum and the corner of my lips tipping into a smirk, I tease, “Now who’s the one begging?”
He’s silent as I return my attention back to his straining cock, working my fist over the angry red tip as my tongue licks up the length of him. His head falls back as he moves his hands to the back of my head, holding my sleep-tangled hair out of my face.
“I’m not begging,” he says through gritted teeth. “That was a command. Put that pretty mouth to use and make me come,” he growls, and with his thighs clenched, he thrusts his hips up.
I’ve managed to make bringing pleasure to strangers a source of income, and yet I’ve never wanted to see someone in complete ecstasy as much as I want that with Zack.
I fight back a gag when he hits the back of my throat, but the sensation only makes me salivate more as I wrap my lips around his crown and suck.
“That’s it, baby,” he mutters. I glance up to meet his gaze as I move a hand between his legs, gently grasping his balls and massaging them as I sink my mouth lower, swallowing around him. “Fuuuck, don’t stop,” he groans. “Don’t you dare fuckin’ stop.” The words fall from his lips on a deep, guttural groan as his abdomen tenses. His cock swells against my tongue before it begins to pulse, warmth flooding my mouth with his release. My moans are muffled by his thick length still buried in my throat when his dick finally stops pulsing and he pulls it free. “Don’t swallow,” he commands, sitting up on the bed as he grasps my jaw in his hand. His fingers press the sides of my lips, encouraging me to open for him. “Show me.”
The way his eyes are locked on mine, and the fire burning behind them, has a whimper escaping me as I oblige. I part my lips and stick my tongue out as much as I can without spilling any of his cum.
He releases a deep hum as his thumb presses to my tongue. “Such a good girl for me, Sugar.” Using his hold on my throat, he guides my mouth shut and then presses his lips to mine. “Now swallow,” he says, nipping at my bottom lip.
I do, and then he slips from the bed and helps me to my feet. He presses a gentle kiss to my bare shoulder before he says, “I’m going to goget the shower started for you. I want you to get cleaned up, and then I’m taking you out to breakfast.”
Nothing has ever sounded more perfect.
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