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  Groaning, I grab my throbbing dick over my pants, letting out a feral growl when the tension threatens to drive me crazy. I’m only a few moments away from pulling out my massive cock and stroking it up and down furiously, spreading precome over my length as I fill my mind with fantasies of Zoey.

  I bet her twenty year old slit would get soaked if I gave her clit all the greedy attention it deserves if I palmed her breasts and then freed them, squeezing them together as I sucked one nipple and then the other.

  I force my hand to release my manhood before I get carried away, but then…

  Am I hearing things?

  I move closer to the wall, silencing my breathing the same way I did overseas when on covert ops.

  No, I’m not imagining it. She’s moaning next door.

  Quietly, as though she doesn’t want me to hear, but she’s moaning all the same. I can hear her little whimpers as they fill the room and filter through to me.

  After all, that’s happened tonight, is my horny young thing really touching herself? I can’t imagine why she’d be doing that unless she’s as consumed with this new and exciting desire as I am.

  I press my ear even closer, closer, until I know I’m not making a mistake. Her moans flutter through the air and come to me like little arrows of promise, telling me this is real.

  Right now, my young hot-as-fuck woman has her hands between her legs, pressing down on her creamy soaked slit.

  She lets out another whimper, slightly louder than the others, and then suddenly cuts off as if she’s just realized how much noise she’s making. I can’t hear anything else now, but that doesn’t mean she’s stopped. She might have buried her face in a pillow to stifle her moans.

  It doesn’t matter.

  I need to see, to feel, to taste.

  Moving quietly, I make for the bedroom door, walking with the same care I used when on a mission. I can’t risk acting upon my flaming desire before I know with complete certainty I’m not imagining her whimpers.

  But even if I get that confirmation, how do I know she’s touching herself to thoughts of me?

  Yet that doesn’t seem to matter as I move down the hallway, a drumming beat of lust hammering through me, my balls feeling like stones in my pants, so much heavier than they normally are. I move to her door and place my ear against it.

  There, so quiet I almost can’t hear it, her moans rise and shimmer in the air.

  “Oh, oh, oh…”

  The horny young thing…

  I know it’s wrong of me. I know I should give her space, especially after all she’s been through today.

  But she’s mine. She belongs to me. So really I can do anything I damn well please with her.

  I open the door quietly to find her lying on her back on the bed, her skirt hiked up around her hips and her hand stuffed down the front of her tights. She’s squirming on the bed, shifting from side to side, her eyes closed as her other hand is clamped over her mouth to try and still her quivering groans.

  “Fuck.” I moan deeply. “You horny fucking thing.”

  She gasps and bolts upright, quickly moving her hand from her sex like she thinks I’m going to be angry.

  I smirk as I slowly close the door behind me, walking across the room to stand over her, every inch of me flaring with the gorgeous feast laid out before me.

  Her tangy scent flowing in the air, her tight young slit beckoning to me, begging me.

  “Zack,” she whimpers. “I…”

  She trails off, shaking her head slowly, as though she thinks she needs to come up with an excuse.

  “Don’t you dare apologize,” I snarl, kneeling down next to the bed. “Just grab those gorgeous tits and play with them while I make you come for me.”

  She gasps again as I grip onto her tights and roughly pull them down, grabbing her panties at the same time, revealing the pinkness of her pussy.

  I stare, captivated, as she gazes up at me with her mouth falling open.

  “Your tits,” I snarl. “Play with them. Now.”

  I wasn’t supposed to let the beast out. But I can’t stop as I take in the sight of her naked thighs, as round and voluptuous as I knew they’d be.

  Her pussy is downright perfect, her hole pink and glistening with wetness, her lips sexy and swollen with her lust.

  “Are you serious?” she moans.

  “Do I look like I’m joking?” I snap.

  I grab onto her thigh and slide my hand up her leg, feeling the heat of her desire as I get closer and closer to her sopping hole.

  She moans as she lifts her hands to her breasts, squeezing down over her shirt. Her hands look tiny buried within her large breasts, making them seem even more beautifully big, full.

  I snarl as I slide my hand the rest of the way and then palm her pussy, a shiver moving through me when I feel how soaking wet she is. She’s drenched down there, my hand slipping as I smear the wetness from her hole all over her lips, and then move to her clit.

  Her whimpers get higher in pitch as I begin to rub her in a rhythm, locking my gaze on the way her features flutter, on her mouth opening into an enticing O shape as though she’s begging for my cock.

  “What were you thinking about, Zoey?” I snarl as I rub, picking up my pace, her pussy making gorgeous wet noises the faster I rub.

  “You,” she moans, her legs twitching as the pleasure riots through her.

  “You’re telling me the truth, aren’t you, you horny young thing?”

  “Yes, yes,” she cries. “I promise.”

  “Good girl. Because if you were thinking about anybody else, I’d have to hunt them down and make them pay for stealing your attention. Fuck, you’re so hot…”

  I slip my finger inside of her, feeling her hole quiver around me as I grind deeper and deeper, as I move my finger in quick circles inside of her. She wriggles and squirms, the sheets getting tangled.

  I push another finger inside of her, feeling her hole tighten in protest as though she can’t take it. But then she widens just enough to let me in, and I begin to pump my hand, up and down, up and down, fucking her as her whole body trembles and she moans captivatingly.

  “Yes, yes,” she cries.

  “Come for me,” I snarl. “Squirt all over my fucking hand. Now, now, now.”

  She closes her legs around my wrist, as though trapping. I snarl and fuck her even faster with my fingers, and then I’m rewarded with the hottest personal show imaginable.

  Her breaths become stilted and jagged as she struggles to pull in air, her eyelids flutter as she completely loses control. She cries out and vibrates like there’s a bomb about to erupt inside of her, making her thick thighs jiggle alluringly for me, her hands unable to paw at her breasts anymore as they turn rigid in her release.

  My hand is drenched when she finally releases her pleasure, her hole squirting hot cream down my hand, staining the sheets, and igniting even more feral need inside of me.

  “Fuck, I need to taste it,” I growl, removing my hand as she stares up at me, wide-eyed and innocent. “I need to taste your perfect pussy.”

  Chapter Nine

  Zoey

  I have to forcibly tell myself that this is really happening.

  I don’t know what came over me when I closed the door to the guest bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. I’m not normally a wildly sexual person, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the way Zack’s hand lingered on my leg back in the car, and then before I knew it my mind was galloping off to steamy places, flooding me with the desire to feel his gargantuan muscles, to feel his fiery breath on my skin.

  When he walked in here, for a long moment I felt convinced he must be part of the fantasy. It seemed too perfect to be real.

  But now my whole body is aflame with what we just did, my sex feeling so wet it’s like a water balloon of desire burst down there. My thighs tingle and my skin buzzes as he falls to his knees at the edge of the bed.

  “Come here,” he growls, pulling me over to him so my thighs re
st on his shoulders.

  I claw onto the sheets, sizzling sensation moving through me when he brings his mouth to my sex, his breath whispering over me. I can’t stay still, shivers of need moving through me, my toes curling in anticipation as he moves closer, closer until I can feel his tongue against my clit.

  “That’s it,” he snarls. “You soaked horny young thing. Are you going to be a good girl and come again for me? Are you going to be a good girl and come so I can taste your sweet cream in my mouth? Well?”

  “Y-yes,” I whimper, hardly able to push the word out.

  He buries his hands in my thighs and opens his mouth wide, so wide that his upper lip presses against my clit, and his lower lip is on my hole.

  His tongue darts around my sex, stroking up my lips to my clit, and then down to my hole, flurrying over me so all I can do is clutch onto the sheets as if the force of my lust is going to send me rolling off the bed.

  His growls get deeper, more feral as he licks me faster. I stare down at the shape of his bulging shoulders, at the unbelievably perfect sight of his steel-colored head pressed between my thighs.

  My pussy feels like it’s going to melt as he keeps licking me, paying special attention to my clit now.

  He grunts and pulls me even closer to him, sliding his hands around my hips and wedging them between the bed and my ass. He massages my ass as he licks somehow, impossibly faster, a maddening whirlwind of heat and lust and closeness surging around my sex and into my belly.

  Suddenly it’s like my body is pulsing like my womb is throbbing in time with his tongue strokes.

  I bite down to stop myself from screaming.

  Zack stops, lifting his head to stare up at me. His eyes glimmer as fiercely as his lips, his mouth covered in my wetness. “What the fuck are you doing?”

  “What?” I ask.

  “If you want to moan, moan. There’s nothing to be ashamed of in giving yourself over to your pleasure, and my downstairs neighbor is on vacation. Nobody’s going to hear you.”

  “Fuck, really?” I moan. “But I’m, I mean… I’ve never…”

  I’m veering too close to a revelation that will shatter this moment into a thousand tiny pieces.

  Luckily Zack hasn’t got the patience for that right now.

  He buries his hands deeper into my ass, squeezing so hard I know he’s going to leave love marks on my skin.

  “Moan,” he snarls.

  He returns to my sex, sliding his tongue up one lip and then sucking onto my clit with his whole mouth. I buck and writhe against him, finding it far easier than I ever dreamed I could let go with my lust, to let my moans fill the air as I gyrate my hips and shift against him.

  But it’s only with Zack, I know, that I’d be able to let myself go like this.

  There’s something special here, something new, something…

  I can’t think anymore.

  A tidal wave of sensation surges from my clit through my whole body, capturing every part of me as I twist and shiver on the end of his tongue. He sucks on my clit, engorging it and making it needy, and at the same time presses his tongue firmly against it, flickering it from side to side.

  I bite down but then I can’t bite down anymore. The pleasure floods me with too much pressure, euphoria gnawing at the edges of my consciousness, at the edges of everything, until it swallows me whole and I let out a primal scream.

  I gasp and moan as my pussy flutters with crazy force, my hole buzzing with the feeling of being consumed by my man.

  My man.

  The thought sends more ecstasy through me, surging from the tips of my toes right to the scalp, and burning up everything in between, making me feel like I’m floating on top of his mouth as he growls and licks and sucks on my engorged and throbbing clit.

  I squeeze my legs around his face, desperate for him to stay close to me, savoring the smallest of sensations like the feeling of his jaw against my inner thighs. He moans through the press of his mouth against my pussy, as though he’s taking as much pleasure from this as I am.

  Bucking and pulsing and vibrating like a volcano has erupted inside of me, I ride the waves of pleasure until my pussy has nothing left to give, until my only option is to collapse backward and start sucking in frenetic breaths.

  I feel like I’m drowning in the release, but I have no desire to come up for air.

  Zack leaps to his feet and stands over me, his face twisted in what I think for a moment might be pain. But then I look deeper into the flaring heat of his eyes and I see the glinting desire there, shivering across his features the same way my orgasm just shivered through me.

  “Tits out. Now.”

  I want to tell him to wait, to slow down, because I know where this is heading and I know how woefully unequipped I am to deal with what he wants. But there’s a small voice inside of me, a whispering taunt, that tells me maybe I can overcome this particular nervous hump and I can do it.

  I can have sex with him.

  Even if I should know better, even if I should listen to the familiar nervousness inside of me, I find myself sitting up and pawing at my shirt.

  I giggle when Zack’s hands dart down and grab onto my shirt, yanking it roughly over my head. Shame tries to prick at me as my bare belly is exposed, but then I drink in the sight of Zack’s face, the need burning in his eyes, and it settles down somewhat.

  “Oh, fuck,” he growls, palming my breasts over my bra, pressing them together, and letting out a guttural moaning noise. “You’re perfect. Look at those round beautiful breasts. Everything about you is so damn curvy.”

  “You… like that?” I whimper.

  “Like it?” he snaps, a feral note creeping into his voice. “That doesn’t even come close to describing how I feel about your body. Are your nipples getting nice and hard for me?”

  I bite my lip, nodding as I feel the fabric of my bra rustle against my nipples.

  Stop this before it goes too far, a self-preserving voice screams inside of me. Stop this right now.

  Zack unclips my bra and tosses it to the floor, rocking back and letting out a shivering breath as he takes in the sight of my breasts. I often wonder if they droop too much if they’re too veiny, but again Zack’s face tells me how obsessed he is with them.

  He grabs them and pushes them together, groaning as he leans down and sucks one nipple firmly into his mouth. I gasp at this new pleasure, my nipples buzzing and sending, even more, tingles shivering around my body, forming a band around my chest that sets my heart ablaze as much as the rest of me.

  Then he moves his mouth to mine, his hot breath painting me as he leans in for our first kiss.

  I whimper as our lips collide and his mouth opens, leading the way as our tongues dart together. I don’t really have a clue what I’m doing, but it’s easy to sink into the immediacy of the moment.

  He tastes so right, so Zack.

  I wish we could just keep kissing, only kissing, until I got used to this and then we could move onto the heavy stuff.

  But my man is turning into an unhinged beast. I know he wants more before he even says it.

  “Grab my dick, Zoey,” he snarls, breaking off the kiss. “Show me how badly you want this.”

  I whimper and do as I’m told. It’s difficult to do anything other than what I’m told when he uses that gruff commanding tone.

  Reaching forward, I press my hand against the front of his pants.

  But when I feel how huge and hard he is, the alarm signals inside of me begin to blare with even more force, thundering through me with acid warnings that if I don’t heed them, everything will come tumbling down. I’ll ruin what we have before it starts.

  “Wait.” I sigh, letting my hand drop.

  “For what?” he snaps, letting go of my breasts nonetheless.

  I bite down, feeling more than a little ridiculous sitting here naked with him fully clothed… and yet there’s another part of me that hums at the contrast, sending heat through me at the thought of being naked f
or him like this, like I’m his personal plaything.

  Freaking heck, I wish I could fulfill that role, be sassy and confident, and not imprisoned by self-doubt.

  “What is it, Zoey?” he asks, his voice softening a little now… but only a little.

  “I can’t let this go too far without you knowing something about me. Because I want this, Zack. I really do. I want it, but that doesn’t mean I can do it, you know? If I let this go too far, I’m scared I’ll freak at the last second, and you’ll be all excited and me wanting it won’t make any difference at all.”

  “Explain,” he says firmly.

  I look up into his eyes, reading sympathy past the lust, past the fierceness.

  “I’m a virgin, Zack.”

  Chapter Ten

  Zack

  I’m not sure what sound I make when I hear the word virgin. It’s somewhere between a groan and a cheer and a roar of release. It’s an animal noise, passed down through the generations from the days when men had to hunt for and protect their women, when men were the only thing capable of keeping their families safe.

  It means she’s mine, fully mine in a way she couldn’t have been before. It means she belongs to me, totally and completely.

  It means no other man has ever touched her is ever – fucking ever – going to touch her.

  “Well?” she murmurs, her chest heaving and causing her breasts to shift alluringly. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

  I lean down and place my lips against hers again, but this time I manage to hold back some of the fire moving through me. I kiss her tenderly, if that’s even possible for a man like me, for a caged beast like me.

  She moans as our mouths open and our tongues clash together, the tips flaring and colliding. I smooth the hair from her face, holding her cheeks in my hands once the kiss is over, staring firmly into her eyes.

  “This makes me want you more.”