Page 144 of Only in Your Dreams

I’m so wet, so ready for him, that I think he could easily sink in with just one stroke. But we seem to be on the same page because neither of us rushes it. My nails dig into his shoulders, feeling him stretch me inch by inch. It’s so good my eyelids go heavy. Through a fog, I watch his lips part, brows twist, and I know he’s right there with me.

“That feels so good,” I mumble, bending to kiss him once he’s inside, hitting me deep. My muscles ease, like they’d been tense and waiting for him as long as he’s been waiting for me. “God, that feels so good, Zac. We’re made for each other.”

He chuckles, stroking the hair off my face. I’m on another planet. “Clo, I’m not even…”

“Mm?” I say lazily, kissing his jaw.

Zac takes my hips. Pushes down, gently, but my eyes snap open anyway. His cock surges deeper and I release a shocked cry as he keeps stretching into me.

“Oh God,” I gasp, lifting my head to get a look, andholy fuck,he’s not even halfway inside. He’s going to ruin me.

Zac scrapes his teeth over his lip, and I can see him struggle to ease me into this. See exactly how badly he wants to pound into me. “I need you to take more. Can you do that for me?” His fingers tangle in my hair, keeping me close as I nod in frantic response. “That’s my girl.”

He moves slowly, thrusting off the mattress, feeding his cock into me slow as I writhe on top of him.

“Zac,” I moan, and it comes out like an accusation. “It’s so much.”

He runs soothing fingers along my back, dots kisses over my face. “You quitting on me, Clo?” I mumble words that make no sense. Shake my head. “So, fucking take it.”

With a whimper, I sit up, balance myself with hands on his stomach and swivel and grind my hips, working to stretch around him, take in the last of him. Twisting around, I feel my body relax and adjust for him. Zac reaches for my clit, and rubs soft circles. Any tension left fades to nothing.

“I’m so fucking proud of you,” he mutters, eyes roaming my body. “Look at you. My girl knows how to take a fucking cock, doesn’t she?”

I nod frantically, glowing under the heat of his praise. Feeling stretched so fucking thin in every kind of way. Everything feels so good, I tip my head back. My hair sticks to the sweat rolling down my spine.

“There you go,” he murmurs, staring at where we connect, watching his thumb work my pussy, soften me. “Are you going to fuck me now, Clover?”

I dig my teeth into my lip as his finger picks up the pace. “I’ll have you know my first instinct was to say no, just to mess with you.”

Zac smirks. “But?”

“It just so happens I really want to fuck you now.”

I lift, just a little. A couple of inches just to test the waters and feel this out. I drop, fit myself on him again. And then I’m rocking over him, dragging him in and out of me and my eyes shut because it’s good, so good, so full.

“Jesus fuckingfuck, Clo,” his voice is thick, strained, a little slurred. “So fucking tight. You’re so fucking hot. So…”

He seems to forget he was speaking. Zac reaches for me, eyes hungry as he watches me ride him. He palms my breasts, squeezing, tugging my nipples. Runs his hands down my waist, settles them on my hips. He looks captivated by the way my body rocks back and forth. Like he’s drunk or drugged, on some kind of wild trip with edgeless shapes and lightning bolts flashing around us.

My skin prickles, pussy warms. I’ve never been so damn turned on by a man’s eyes on me in my life. I brace myself back on his thighs, drawing my body all the way up his cock so that he nearly slips out. Roll my hips and he’s back inside, abs working hard to take him, because it really is work, taking a cock like his.

“Fuck me back,” I pant. “Please, Zac. Fuck me back—”

Zac meets my movements with thrusts of his own, up when I come down, sending sharp flashes of heat down my legs with every one. But it seems he’s set on giving me most of the control, letting me set the pace, the angle. Enjoying the view like he said he’d do and looking like he’s floating in another galaxy as he does.

“See how sweet I can be for you?” I move my weight forward and dig my nails into his chest. “Making all your dreams come true.”

He smooths his hands up and down my thighs, so firmly my skin ripples under his palms. “I’ve got dreams of fucking you dating back fourteen years. You could spend the rest of your life on your back with your pretty thighs spread wide, and it wouldn’t scratch the surface.”

He darts up, wraps an arm around my waist and draws me closer, crushes our lips together. It’s rough and fast and it seems Zac’s done playing second fiddle because he meets my pushes with hard drives of his hips, hitting me so deep, over and over.

My body overheats, goes weightless. “Zac,” I gasp. “Zac, Zac, Zac—”

“Come for me, Clo,” he says against my lips. “Let me feel it.”

I whimper into his mouth, sinking my nails so deep into his shoulders I’m surprised I don’t break skin. I’m frantic against him, working with him on our rhythm, but the second he slips a hand between us and presses my clit, it’s over. I still, he takes over, fucking into me like he’s trying to shove the orgasm out of my body.

“Oh my G—”

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