Page 44 of The Little Black Rose

“Do you understand?” he repeats when I don’t answer.

I nod jerkily, then climb on the bed, positioning myself the way he demanded. Grabbing the other pillow, I stuff it under my head to lift my upper half a bit higher, giving me a better view. Zeke doesn’t move an inch until I’m done, then his eyes devour me as he nods.

“Good girl.”

Holy shit.

Chapter21

A Calculated Risk

Zeke

At first, I couldn’t believe this was really happening. When Ava appeared in that sexy as fuck negligee, I thought I’d fallen asleep and was dreaming. Then she climbed onto me, straddling my cock and rubbing her bare pussy all over it, and I was certain I’d died and gone straight to heaven. Or maybe hell. I’m not sure which.

But her assurances that she was going into this with eyes wide open and had no emotional expectations made my control evaporate.

Do I think this is a terrible idea that will have unwanted long-term ramifications? Absolutely. Do I give a shit at this point? Hell, no.

I’ve wanted Ava since the moment I first touched her. Shit, if I’m being honest, I wanted her long before that. But I can’t open my heart to her. Not the way she deserves. I’ve made that perfectly clear, and she wants this, anyway. She wantsme, and I intend to give her every piece of me.

She’s a feisty, strong-willed woman, and letting my true colors show was a calculated risk. She could’ve balked at my demands, and this whole thing would’ve been over with us both feeling unsatisfied. But much to my delight, her pupils dilated and her breathing hitched, telling me she liked it. Then she scrambled onto the bed and obeyed my every order, making my dick swell to a near-painful degree.

I push down my shorts and underwear in one smooth motion, stepping out of them and taking my cock in one hand as I move closer to the bed. Ava’s breasts bounce as she takes a shuddering breath, her eyes locked on my fist as I slowly pump it up and down the length of my erection.

Releasing it, I press my palms to the mattress and push myself up until my knees gain purchase. Slowly, I crawl toward her, our gazes locked as her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips. Moving in between her spread knees, I dip my head to kiss the little black rose tattooed on her hip bone. Then I kiss the mound of her belly before moving lower to swipe my tongue along her slit in a long, slow motion.

She hisses, but her eyes remain open, locked on me as I lower my chest to the mattress and spread her knees wider. I spend several long moments teasing her. Licking the creases at her upper thighs, her soft, bare mound, and other bits of flesh while studiously avoiding her clit. When she tilts her hips to guide it toward my wandering tongue, I pull back and wait for her to settle once more.

“Please, Zeke,” she begs softly, and hearing that sweet entreaty on her lips drives me wild.

I attack her clit with a vengeance, lashing it with my tongue as she watches with lust-filled eyes. They fall closed before immediately popping back open as she remembers my earlier words. I suck her clit between my lips as I drive a finger into her soaked, tight pussy. Her inner walls squeeze the digit as she moans deep in her chest, her hips bucking up to drive it deeper.

Releasing her clit from my mouth, I lift my head as I push a second finger in with the first. Pumping them slowly, I watch fresh color bloom in Ava’s cheeks as her breathing grows even more erratic.

“Do you want to come, Ava?” I ask.

The answer is obvious, but I want to hear the words from her lips. I want to hear her beg me to make her come.

“Yes. Please, Zeke.”

I curl my fingertips and lightly graze that sensitive spot deep inside her. Her hips jump involuntarily, but she immediately settles back, taking what I offer without trying to guide me or force me to do what she wants.

“Such a good girl, Ava,” I say, repeating the motion and reveling in the way her breath catches in her chest as she keeps those eyes locked on me.

Lowering my chin, I swirl my tongue around her clit as I curl my fingers again. A strangled cry erupts from that beautiful mouth, and watching it open into a wide “o” makes me want to slip my cock inside. But not yet. Not tonight.

Sliding my free hand up her body, I pinch her nipple lightly as I suck her clit into my mouth. I drive my fingers into her again and again, petting that spot inside her with each thrust until she screams my name. Her eyes fall closed, but I let it slide as she unravels, her pussy choking my fingers as it spasms with her release. Moisture floods her channel, and I pull my fingers free to lap up every drop as she shudders and moans.

“So delicious,” I say as I lift my head to find her watching me once more. “So fucking perfect.”

I lick her again, one long, sensuous stroke before pushing to my hands and knees. I crawl forward, settling my hips between her thighs as I feast on her tits. I lick her nipples before sucking them gently, knowing they may still be tender despite her earlier assurances it was fine. I have no desire to cause her any sort of pain or discomfort. I only want pleasure between us when we’re in this bed.

Her body shifts slightly, and I feel her hands dive into my hair. She doesn’t attempt to guide my movements, only holds on until I get my fill of those gorgeous breasts. Lifting my weight slightly, I move up until my face hovers over hers. Reaching down to line up my cock with her entrance, I nudge my hips forward until the tip presses against it.

I kiss her once, hard, then pull back to watch her face as my cock slides smoothly into her drenched channel. Her eyes roll upward before snapping back to focus on mine. Her legs lift to wrap around my waist, the move opening her up so I can sink in to the hilt.

Sweat drips from my forehead as I hold the position, not moving an inch as she adjusts to the feel of me inside her. Her inner walls grip me tightly before loosening slightly, again and again until the need to move becomes unbearable.

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