Page 3 of The Little Black Rose

The kiss is better than my younger self ever imagined and hotter than my current self has ever experienced. Need builds in my core, and I swear I hear my poor, neglected vagina shout the word “yes!”

“Come inside,” I huff out between kisses, and Zeke pulls back.

“Are you sure?”

“Are you?” I shoot back, then lick at his lips.

“Fuck, yes,” he says, tugging at his own seatbelt.

I climb from the car and meet him near the hood, his arms circling around my waist as his mouth hungrily eats at mine. We manage to stumble to the front door without breaking off the kiss, and I dig through my purse for my keys. Latching onto them, I fumble a few times trying to get the key into the lock. When I finally get the door open, Zeke pushes me inside, slams it closed, and presses me back against it.

My purse and keys hit the floor as Zeke grips my wrists and lifts my arms over my head. Pinning them against the door with one hand, he presses a trail of hot kisses down the column of my throat as his free hand squeezes my breast. I groan at the pleasure of it, and Zeke mimics the sound.

Releasing my breast, he pushes my shirt up and tugs down the cup of my bra. Cool air hits my nipple, making it pucker before his warm, wet mouth covers the sensitive bud, sucking it and flicking his tongue against it.

The sensation is all-encompassing, and I barely notice the tug at my waistband as he unbuttons my jeans. I hear the zipper release just before his fingers slide into the opening. His mouth pops off my breast as he strokes my center, and he kisses my lips before pulling back a few centimeters.

“You’re so wet for me, Ava,” he whispers, and fresh heat gushes toward his fingers. “Oh, you like that.”

He pushes the material of my underwear aside, rubbing my slick skin lightly before pushing the tip of a finger into my opening. His mouth sucks at my neck as he pumps it lightly, leaving me squirming and silently begging for more.

Suddenly, my hands are free, and Zeke hits his knees. He pushes my jeans and underwear to the floor, pulling a foot free before draping that leg over his shoulder. I lean into the door for support as his tongue finds my clit, licking it thoroughly before he sucks it between his lips. His finger finds my entrance again, pushing inside slowly as he sucks and licks at my clit, and I think I might explode from the sensory overload.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he says, and I’m pretty sure I could come from the huskiness in his voice, alone. Then his tongue swipes over my hip bone before he adds, “This little rose tattoo is sexy as fuck.”

He licks my clit again, groaning as he pulls his finger free, pushes my leg from his shoulder and stands. His hands work the button and zipper on his jeans as he watches me, nodding toward my still bunched up shirt.

“Take it off.”

God damn.When did he get so bossy? I suddenly don’t mind his gruff demeanor. I can see it has certain…advantages, like the way it’s making my hormones go wild. I rip my shirt over my head and unsnap my bra, letting them both fall to the floor. Zeke pulls his own shirt off, then leans forward to lick at my nipple as he pushes his jeans and underwear down.

Then his arms circle around my thighs and, hand to God, he picks me up like I weigh nothing. If I wasn’t already so turned on I can’t think straight, that act alone would send me over the edge.

My legs wrap around his waist, and his upper body pins me against the door as he settles me into position. His hands squeeze my ass and push down, driving his cock into me in one, swift motion. We both freeze, breathing roughly as I adjust to the feel of him inside me.

I didn’t get a look at him before he picked me up, but I can tell he’s big. I’ve never felt so full. So complete.

Then he rolls his hips, pushing even deeper, and a husky growl vibrates from his chest. My inner walls clench at the sound of it, making him growl again.

“You feel so fucking good,” he grunts as he starts to move, pumping his cock into me slowly. “So wet and tight. Perfect.”

I go a little lightheaded at his words, and my nails scratch at his shoulders. He picks up the pace, and within seconds, he’s driving into me, his strong arms holding me in place while his cock fills me again and again.

A tingling starts at the base of my spine, spreading to my extremities as I chant the word “yes” over and over again in time with his thrusts. Zeke moves even faster, pushing deeper and deeper as sweat beads across his forehead.

“Let go,” he orders gruffly. “Come for me, Ava.”

My orgasm rockets through me, and I shout his name. I feel him try to pull away, but I squeeze my legs tighter, holding him deep inside me as I ride the waves roaring through me. Zeke groans and freezes, and I can feel his cock pulsing as he reaches the pinnacle of his own release.

The sounds of our harsh breaths echo around us. My body is gelatinous when I finally untangle my legs and slide them to the floor. Zeke pulls away, his eyes on the apex of my thighs. After several beats, he looks up at me with wide eyes.

“I tried to pull out,” he whispers.

“And I stopped you,” I say slowly. “It’s okay. I’m on birth control.”

He nods quickly, taking a deep breath. “Okay. Good.”

Everything suddenly feels awkward, and I don’t like it. But before I can think to ask him to stay, he’s bending over and picking up his clothes. He pulls them on roughly, and all I can do is watch in confusion. As he buttons his jeans, I snap out of it.

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