Page 25 of Deep Within Me
Zeke ignored them. “I’d rather look at you.”
Good answer, even though she looked like hell. On a sigh, Liz murmured, “I want more than that. What are you waiting for?”
“I refuse to rush.”
He proved it, kissing her with great gentleness as though they had all the time in the world. His fingers circled her nub, touching and teasing it periodically. Oddly enough, his sweet kiss and restrained touch excited Liz more than if he’d given in to pure lust. Her body tensed with anticipation. She shuddered each time his fingers made contact with her clit. Before long, the tension between her legs became unbearable, an itch she couldn’t scratch, didn’t want to shake. Zeke knew, no doubt reading her reaction. This time, he didn’t let up. He deepened their kiss and rubbed hard, his pace fast. Liz tore her mouth from his, crying out and gulping air, her orgasm billowing through her.
Before she could adequately fill her lungs or quiet down, Zeke settled on the bench at her side then directed her onto his lap to straddle him.
Still panting from her climax, Liz cradled his cock in her palm and guided the plump head to her slit. Her body welcomed his immediately, needy of his cock. Zeke pushed himself up and into her, sinking deep inside.
God, God, God.
Was there ever a more wondrous feeling than being filled by a man you loved, having him as close as he could possibly get?
Liz didn’t think so.
Zeke was so blessed, his rigid sex strained against the confines of Liz’s sheath, forcing her body to accommodate his.
She did so gladly, welcoming the incomparable pressure. Working her fingers through his damp hair, she angled hermouth and captured his. He thrust his tongue inside, taking immediate command of the act, his previous gentleness gone.
Good. Liz didn’t want gentle. She needed him to fuck her raw.
With his hands cupping her buttocks, Zeke coaxed her to pull up.
Liz obeyed. She fell into an easy rhythm—up and down, up and down—her cunt nearly releasing his cock only to slide over it once more.
Zeke broke their kiss. His head lolled back on his shoulders and his Adam’s apple bobbed with his hard swallow. Liz kissed then licked the prominent bump.
Laughter rumbled from him.
“Feel good?” she breathed.
“Not as good as this.” He brought one hand from her ass and stroked her clit.
Liz moaned, long and loud, at the pleasure rolling through her. It was an effort, but she forced herself to concentrate on Zeke, increasing the pace of her pumping, coaxing him toward climax.
The water splashed loudly from tumbling over the rocks, the tub’s whirlpool effect, and the movement of their bodies. The noise couldn’t compete with the brazen sounds they made. Coarse. Wanton.
Liz came on a prolonged moan. Zeke followed, his bellow filling the room.
Together, they came down, trembling with the aftereffects, clinging to each other as though they feared the best was over. That this couldn’t last.
Trinidad reclined on the sofa, her right leg bent at the knee. She’d stretched out her left leg, the tip of her spike heel digginginto the carpeting. The position exposed her cunt fully, while the office’s bright lights illuminated the faint moisture that glistened on her cleft. A shameless invitation for a man to take and use her.
She seemed not to notice or care about her indecent pose, or that Carreon had unceremoniously pushed her off his lap and left the sofa at Ernez’s worried expression. His comment that Carreon needed to take the call.
Roberto was still on the phone now, waiting for his boss’s response to a report that defied reality and belief.
Carreon tried to concentrate on what he’d heard but couldn’t. He kept picturing Roberto using his pliers and other tools on Zeke, making him bleed, pulling one agonized scream after the other from him. In the past, those images might have calmed Carreon. Not tonight. His pulse pounded and his belly rolled. Rarely had he felt as shaken. It took all of his will to remain calm.
“How long will it take you to get the information to me?” he asked Roberto.
“Victor’s downloading it now.”
“Send it to—” Carreon stopped, not knowing the club’s private email address. He turned to Ernez to ask for it.
The young man’s face was dark with fury at the wound on his hand. However, animal lust flared in his eyes as he regarded Trinidad’s slit. Carreon considered what their mating would be like…an enraged and emasculated male taking a she-devil who was intent on delivering more pain, her long black nails scoring his back, drawing blood, while he hammered his cock into her hot, snug cunt. With those images flooding his mind, Carreon snapped his fingers to get Ernez’s attention.