the friction I need with his hands.
He climbs onto the bed and settles back on his heels, attention focused between my legs, straying to my face for a moment before zeroing back in on my exposed ass.
“So, so pretty.” Zeke strokes my inner thigh, fingertips dipping between my cheeks for the barest of moments before pulling away. I hear, rather than see, the cap of the lube clicking open and I imagine him coating his fingers in the slippery fluid.
Cool digits circle my asshole, nerves tingling, stretching and awakening under his touch. Round and round they go until a single finger slips past the rings of muscle to invade my body. He fucks me then, out and in, nice and slow until I’m sweating and needing more.
Much more.
“Zeke...” I don’t care if I’m begging.
His finger disappears. “What?”
A shudder works through me, cock impossibly harder. My voice is soft, a whisper, when I respond. “Daddy.”
He gives me more, stretching and filling at the same time, fingers finding that special spot inside me, stroking the walnut-shaped piece of flesh that sends lightning through me from head to toe. I close my eyes, back arched and muscles tight while I rock against him, fuck myself on his hand, take what he’s offering and work toward my release.
Harder and harder I move, panting, dying and living at the same time. Need, need, need...
But I get nothing. Zeke pulls free of my body and I open my eyes to see him fitting a condom over his cock and I lick my lips, suddenly realizing I haven’t had a taste of him.
“Later, baby.”
He really needs to stop talking. Really.
I open my mouth to tell him that, but he’s easing into me, ass burning, skin stretching and accommodating his girth. Fuckity fuck fuck. And another fuck.
He braces his hands on either side of my shoulders, gaze on mine while he continues to invade me, giving me an ache that only he can soothe.
Zeke inches forward and then eases back, in and then out, over and again until he’s seated to the hilt. He’s been holding his breath the whole time, as if afraid even breathing would ruin the moment. We both moan when he’s all the way in and I wiggle my ass, wanting to take him even deeper.
“Minx.” He drops his forehead to mine as we share the very air we breathe.
“Your minx?” Yeah, I’m a needy little shit.
“Mine.” Zeke growls and captures my lips in a kiss, teeth nipping, tongue dueling with mine while we explore each other. He retreats before shoving forward once again, yanking a groan from my chest. I stroke him, fingers exploring chiseled muscles and sensitive skin. Learning him from outside in.
His breathing is growing heavy, our bodies moving without conscious thought, taking and giving everything we’ve got. I want this, him, more and all of it at once.
I plant my feet on the bed and work my hips to meet his thrusts, giving us each a little bit more to hold onto, a bigger wave of pleasure to ride.
Already I can feel myself easing toward the edge, climbing the mountain and preparing myself to jump off the ledge. The pleasure is skittering along my spine, plucking at every nerve ending from head to toes and back again to settle in my balls. God, I want it. Him. Everything.
Did I mention that?
Closer and closer I ease toward release. My cock’s steadily leaking now, filled to bursting, but not without Zeke. My Daddy. Just, mine.
“Come on, baby.” One of his hands leaves the bed, encircle my cock and tugs on the hard flesh. I still for a blink and then change my movements, allow myself to get fucked, yet fuck his hand. I slide easily through the circle of his fingers, his grip tightening and handing pleasure over on a platter.
I feel like I’m going to stop breathing at any moment, everything crowding in on me and pushing, dragging me, to the edge.
“Come on. Come for me.” His voice is pure growl, a demand and a plea in one, forcing me to listen.
Back arched, mouth open and Zeke’s name on my lips, I come
He climbs onto the bed and settles back on his heels, attention focused between my legs, straying to my face for a moment before zeroing back in on my exposed ass.
“So, so pretty.” Zeke strokes my inner thigh, fingertips dipping between my cheeks for the barest of moments before pulling away. I hear, rather than see, the cap of the lube clicking open and I imagine him coating his fingers in the slippery fluid.
Cool digits circle my asshole, nerves tingling, stretching and awakening under his touch. Round and round they go until a single finger slips past the rings of muscle to invade my body. He fucks me then, out and in, nice and slow until I’m sweating and needing more.
Much more.
“Zeke...” I don’t care if I’m begging.
His finger disappears. “What?”
A shudder works through me, cock impossibly harder. My voice is soft, a whisper, when I respond. “Daddy.”
He gives me more, stretching and filling at the same time, fingers finding that special spot inside me, stroking the walnut-shaped piece of flesh that sends lightning through me from head to toe. I close my eyes, back arched and muscles tight while I rock against him, fuck myself on his hand, take what he’s offering and work toward my release.
Harder and harder I move, panting, dying and living at the same time. Need, need, need...
But I get nothing. Zeke pulls free of my body and I open my eyes to see him fitting a condom over his cock and I lick my lips, suddenly realizing I haven’t had a taste of him.
“Later, baby.”
He really needs to stop talking. Really.
I open my mouth to tell him that, but he’s easing into me, ass burning, skin stretching and accommodating his girth. Fuckity fuck fuck. And another fuck.
He braces his hands on either side of my shoulders, gaze on mine while he continues to invade me, giving me an ache that only he can soothe.
Zeke inches forward and then eases back, in and then out, over and again until he’s seated to the hilt. He’s been holding his breath the whole time, as if afraid even breathing would ruin the moment. We both moan when he’s all the way in and I wiggle my ass, wanting to take him even deeper.
“Minx.” He drops his forehead to mine as we share the very air we breathe.
“Your minx?” Yeah, I’m a needy little shit.
“Mine.” Zeke growls and captures my lips in a kiss, teeth nipping, tongue dueling with mine while we explore each other. He retreats before shoving forward once again, yanking a groan from my chest. I stroke him, fingers exploring chiseled muscles and sensitive skin. Learning him from outside in.
His breathing is growing heavy, our bodies moving without conscious thought, taking and giving everything we’ve got. I want this, him, more and all of it at once.
I plant my feet on the bed and work my hips to meet his thrusts, giving us each a little bit more to hold onto, a bigger wave of pleasure to ride.
Already I can feel myself easing toward the edge, climbing the mountain and preparing myself to jump off the ledge. The pleasure is skittering along my spine, plucking at every nerve ending from head to toes and back again to settle in my balls. God, I want it. Him. Everything.
Did I mention that?
Closer and closer I ease toward release. My cock’s steadily leaking now, filled to bursting, but not without Zeke. My Daddy. Just, mine.
“Come on, baby.” One of his hands leaves the bed, encircle my cock and tugs on the hard flesh. I still for a blink and then change my movements, allow myself to get fucked, yet fuck his hand. I slide easily through the circle of his fingers, his grip tightening and handing pleasure over on a platter.
I feel like I’m going to stop breathing at any moment, everything crowding in on me and pushing, dragging me, to the edge.
“Come on. Come for me.” His voice is pure growl, a demand and a plea in one, forcing me to listen.
Back arched, mouth open and Zeke’s name on my lips, I come
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