Page 125 of Gamble with Me
“You have no idea how much I needed this,” I whispered, pressing my body into his.
“I’m happy to help.” He smiled, brushing his nose against mine. The love and tenderness with which he looked at me made my heart skip a beat.
“How will I repay you?” I whispered, pretending to think. “Should I bake you a cake?”
“I have your cake right here.” He smirked, skimming my wet folds. I squirmed, quickly slapping his hand away from my pussy.
“This cake is only for good boys,” I lectured, pushing him to lie down. “Stay still.”
Excitement shot through Zyon’s face as he stretched out on the couch. I nestled between his legs, removing his sweatpants and freeing his erect cock. My mouth watered as I leaned down and tasted the tip.
Zyon exhaled loudly, watching me as if hypnotized. His delighted expression woke up my inner good girl who wanted to please him in a mind-blowing way.
I wrapped my palm around his dick, stroking it before taking him into my mouth. He glanced at me through hooded eyes, breathing heavily.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, his fingers entangling in my hair.
I sucked and licked his length, feeling it harden more when my movements quickened. The tip of his cock touched the back of my throat when I took him in as far as I could, making me gag and tears prickle in my eyes. I choked on his dick, enjoying satisfied groans escaping him every time I sucked him in.
With his hand in my hair, he pushed me down, forcing me to take more of him until I almost couldn’t breathe. My tears and saliva mixed on his cock as he roughly claimed my mouth.
“Fuck, woman,” he cursed, his voice strained with lust and pleasure. I lifted my gaze, and our eyes collided, his scorching look almost burning me to ashes. I relished in the power I had over him, working his dick as if my life depended on it.
But, just when he was almost there, I stopped, squeezing the head of his cock.
“What the…” Zyon whispered, staring at me wide-eyed. “I was…”
“What, baby?” I asked sweetly, smiling at him. “Did I allow you to finish?”
His mouth formed an O as he gaped at me. For sure, no woman in his life had ever dared stop him from climaxing.
“No, mon cœur,” he breathed, stunned, with his eyes glued to my wet face. “You did not.”
“Exactly,” I purred, moving up. My hands traveled over Zyon’s torso, avoiding the fresh scars, until I reached his delicious lips.
I licked his full lower lip, and his reaction was instant. He captured my mouth in a heated kiss, his cock poking my inner thigh. While we made out, I sat on him, feeling his dick brush against my wet pussy. I directed it inside, my walls stretching to the size and clenching around it.
“You’re killing me, mon cœur,” Zyon groaned, his hands kneading my ass. I smiled, moving up and down his shaft, taking satisfaction from the familiar fullness that promised me heaven.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, leaning back and placing my palms on his muscular thighs. I wanted to avoid touching his abdomen as much as possible, but he didn’t seem to mind. He sat up and pulled me flush against him, his arms caging me.
“I love you,” he murmured against my lips, breathing heavily again.
Grasping his broad shoulders for support, I quickened my rhythm, bouncing on his cock ferociously. The pressure in my lower abdomen became unbearable, and the explosion was massive. The world around me blurred, and stars danced before my eyes. Zyon finished a moment after me, burying his face into my neck.
I wrapped around him like a snake, holding him as close as possible.
“I love you, too,” I breathed, unwilling to let him go, even when he tried to free himself from my hold. He chuckled and lay back, bringing me down with him. From the armchair close to us, he yanked a blanket and covered our naked, entangled bodies, creating a barrier between us and the rest of the world.
“How is the wound?” I asked, my fingers traveling down his torso to the scar. Dorian removed the stitches but warned us about the consequences of intense exercise. Zyon could injure himself if he overworked himself.
“Hurts like fuck,” he replied, brushing my hair tenderly.
“What?” I lifted myself, yet he immediately hauled me back into his arms.
“I’m joking. Everything is fine.”
I frowned at him but didn’t object to his loving embrace. Resting my head on his chest, I traced the lines of his tattoos, savoring the feeling of pure happiness.
