Page 51 of The Little Black Rose

“Thanks, Zo,” I say. “I’ll leave the keys on the coffee table.”

I give a little wave, and everyone in the pool calls out their goodbyes to us. I turn toward Zeke, giving him a small smile.

“You ready?”

“Yes,” he says firmly.

We head back inside, not touching as I grab my purse and dig around for my keys. Pulling them free, I drop them on the table and head for the front door. Zeke skirts around me, opening the door and holding it as I pass through. Then he beats me to his car, opening the passenger door and offering me a hand as I climb in.

See? He’s a gentleman, through and through.

But I want the hard and commanding Zeke right now, so as soon as he climbs behind the wheel, I reach over and grip his cock through the denim of his jeans. His body falls back against the seat, his eyes closing as he groans, “Ava.”

“Just drive,” I say, rubbing my palm in slow circles over his impressive bulge. “I’m just making sure you stay hard until we get home so you can fuck my mouth and come down my throat.”

“Holy shit,” he breathes, fumbling the keys as he tries to stick them into the ignition.

He manages to get us home safely in almost half the time it would normally take. We leap from the car and run inside, my hand slamming against the garage door button to close it as Zeke’s arms curl around me from behind to squeeze my boobs.

I lead him into my bedroom, turning in his arms to work the button and zipper on his jeans. I kiss his mouth once before dropping to my knees before him. Tugging his pants and boxers down, I groan with relief at the sight of his hard cock springing free.

Gripping it near the base, I squeeze it lightly as I lick the underside and swirl my tongue around the tip. Zeke growls quietly as I close my lips around it, his hips bucking forward before he catches himself and pulls back. I chase him, pushing him to the back of my mouth while sucking lightly.

I reach out blindly and find his hand, guiding it toward my hair. Zeke groans as he catches my drift, tangling his fingers in the long strands and holding my head still as he pumps his hips.

Yes.

God, I love his salty, manly taste.And the sounds he’s making as he fucks my mouth are driving me insane with fresh need. I press my fingers between my legs, rubbing my clit to find some relief.

“Are you touching yourself, Ava?” he grunts out in time with his thrusts.

I moan in response since my mouth is full of his cock, and he pulls himself free before bending over to grip my arms. Pulling me to my feet, he kisses me before releasing me and climbing onto the bed and stretching out on his back.

“Come here,” he says when I just stand there, watching him. “Come sit on my face. I want to devour your pussy while you suck my cock.”

He’s using that commanding tone again, and I have no choice but to obey. My body seizes control from my brain, and I strip out of my still-soaked panties before climbing onto the mattress and straddling his face as he demanded.

Leaning over, I take his cock into my mouth, and as soon as I do, his hands grip my thighs and pull me down as he pushes his tongue inside me. I moan around his cock at the pleasure it brings, and he fucks me with it for several long moments before shifting me so he can find my clit.

I suck him harder as he lashes that bundle of nerves with his tongue, my need building so quickly, I find myself teetering on the edge in record time. I bob my head faster, driving his cock to the back of my throat as my fingers pump the base in time with my movements.

Zeke’s body tenses beneath me, but his tongue continues to flick against my clit even as his cock swells and erupts. I swallow rapidly, my throat working around the tip of his erection, and my own orgasm surprises me, exploding. I raise up, releasing Zeke’s cock from my mouth as I shout his name.

His tongue dives back into my opening, licking up every drop of my release as he groans with pleasure. My hips rock back and forth as I ride out the waves until I finally collapse, rolling off to the side to lay beside him.

A short bark of laughter bursts out of me, unbidden, and Zeke chuckles, too, as we try to catch our breath.

“That,” he says, breathing hard, “was amazing.”

“Yes, it was,” I reply, laughing again.

I sit up, turning to lay back down with my head on the pillow next to his. He pushes his arm beneath me, curling it up around my back to pull me closer. I drift off quickly, the sound of his breathing a gentle, soothing lullaby.

Chapter25

Coffee Beans and Cow Names

Zeke

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