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“No, sweetheart. You’re my first.”
A shiver tears through me at hearing that he’s never done this before with a virgin. There’s something filthy and raw about that…how much he clearly wants me, how hard he’s working to rein it in.
Heat throbs low in my belly, pulsing through me. My heart’s pounding, and I can’t breathe right, not with the way his gaze drops from my face to my pussy. There’s a hunger in his eyes that makes me feel bare in a whole new way.
He blows gently across my cunt.
The warm rush of air hits my clit, and my whole body jolts, a gasp ripping out of me. I feel exposed, raw, so fucking ready I could cry. He’s not even touching me with his mouth yet, and I’m already losing it.
Then finally… finally, his fingers move, just a light graze skimming over my pussy in the lightest fucking touch I’ve ever known. It’s maddening. My hips twitch, chasing it, wanting more, needing more. I squeeze my eyes shut, drowning in the sensation.
“Open your eyes,” he says, voice low. “I want you to watch me taste your pussy. I want you to see what you fucking do to me.”
When I open my eyes, his tongue dips down, and the moment he licks me, it’s game over. My back arches, fingers gripping the sheets, his name a desperate moan on my lips.
And all I can think, through the haze of pleasure crashing down around me, is that no one’s ever made me feel this wanted.
No one’s ever looked at me and seen anything but the mess I am.
But Zane… he looks at me and sees something else entirely.
He’s the only person who has taken the time to truly see me.
Chapter Nineteen
Zane
Thetasteofherhas my cock throbbing, hard and aching beneath my sweats. Skylar isn’t just fucking hot, she’s softness and chaos wrapped in the tightest little body I’ve ever had between my hands. She moans, and it punches straight through my chest, the kind of sound that rewires something in my fucked-up head.
My tongue slides through her wetness, tasting every part of her. I press my mouth harder, tongue flicking, sucking like I need it to breathe.
She gasps again, louder this time.
I don’t stop.
I double down.
Suck harder.
Lap at her as if I’m starved.
She tastes so fucking sweet. I watch her, eyes glazed, mouth parted, hair a mess on the pillow. She’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. My mouth is soaked with her, and I’d stay between her thighs for as long as she’d let me.
“Fuck, you look amazing,” I whisper against her pussy, tongue flicking over her clit. My hands spread her wider, holding her open, watching every bit of her unraveling for me.
“Zane,” she moans, begging without even knowing it.
That sound… it sinks through every inch of me. Her body arches under my mouth, pussy soaked, clit begging for more. I lick her slow, then go harder, dragging my tongue through every drop of wetness she gives me.
She whimpers.
Her thighs shake.
She’s already losing it.
I slip a finger inside her tight little pussy, then another, stretching her open while my mouth keeps working her clit. Her sounds slip out, filthy and perfect.
She’s so fucking tight. My cock throbs at the thought of pushing into her, splitting her open on me. If she’s this fucking wrecked from my fingers, what the fuck is she going to be like when I slip my cock into her?
