Chapter 64

ZAVIER (Zero).

My balls tingled, blood rushing down there and I know I'm about to come. Not wanting it to end yet and needing to take her with me over the edge, it took everything I have, but I pulled out of her.

My c0ck screamed hell no. She let out a whimper of need and protest and relief all in one.

"My love..." I kissed her belly and then dropped to my knees between her thighs. I was determined to make her feel every bit as good as I did.

Her pvssy was swollen from my invasion. The soft pink lips were spread and her opening was red and distended from my size. Damn, but she's so sexy.

I pressed my mouth to the opening. She flinched and let out a sharp cry. I shhed her and petted her. I swept my tongue over and then pushed in until I tasted the very heart of her.

She went satiny sweet in my mouth. Like liquid silk. So fvcking addictive.

Her legs quivered and lost all strength, falling open completely. She pulsed against my mouth. Shudder after shudder rolled through her body.

"Zavier...." She tried to lift her hips but I grasped them and held them in place for my seeking mouth.

I tongued her cl't, rolling the tip in a tight circle and then sucking softly at the quivering peak. She was as tight as a bow at full draw.

“Zavier” she said softly. So sweetly it was like music over my ears. "Zavier," she said again on a sigh.

I rose and stared down at her half-lidded eyes, glazed with passion, yearning and exhaustion. She was sprawled out like a feast before me and I ate her with my eyes.

Then I reached and flipped her over. At the same time, I pulled her up until she was facedown on the mattress but her middle was suspended in the air.

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She turned her head so that her cheek rested against the mattress and she closed her eyes.

I cupped her plump behind and kneaded the soft flesh, pushing and spreading so that her pvssy was bared. I pulled until she was bent over the edge and then I pushed into her from behind, my abdomen pressing into her as I stroked deep.

She yelped sharply and it wasn't a sound of pleasure.

I withdrew instantly, keeping some part of my shaft out of her heat. She sighed in relief and relaxed again.

Man, I loved her like this. My hands left her ass and smoothed up her delicate spine to her shoulders, and then I gripped her neck and thrust again, pulling her to meet my forceful but measured thrusts.

I leaned down until my body was completely covering hers. Protecting. Sheltering. Completely blanketing her.

Then, I began fucking in and out. She moaned and stretched her arms out above her head as if surrendering completely to my dominance.

I snarled and nipped at her shoulder, lightly at first and then harder.

I wanted to fvcking own her body. I wanted to put my mark on her, to let her know she belonged to me. No one else.

No other man would ever touch her. No other man would ever possess what's mine or he'll die in the most hideous way!

I lowered my body until my chest was flush with her back. She was cupped perfectly to me and I moved both our bodies as I stroked in and out in long, lazy thrusts.

Over and over I made my point, driving her so close to org@sm and then stilling as she moved restlessly beneath me, trying to make me take her over the edge and end the tension in her.

I waited and then began all over again, pushing into her, feeling the exquisite sensation of her pvssy clutching at me.

“You’re mine, Lani,” I whispered savagely next to her ear. And then I thrust hard but not too deep and began pumping against her with renewed urgency.

She was sobbing beneath me, her hands clawing on the sheets above her head, trying to hold onto something...anything.

I planted my palms on either side of her and levered myself up so that I could power more forcefully into her.

She cried out high-pitched and went slick around me so that I glided with ease so deep, into the very heart of her. Faster. Harder.

Mindlessly, all control shot to dust, I kept thrusting, even when her entire body went rigid and my name spilled from her lips over and over.

Her legs dissolved from under her, she would have fallen on her belly but I was quick to flip her around so she laid on her back.

I chased one orgasm from her and went after another. Relentless. Wanting her to know who she belonged to. Who commanded her body and her pleasure.

She begged and pleaded and she screamed. More. Stop. Zavier. Don’t stop. Zero. Oh God. Stop. She spoke in tongues. Inaudible words. Incomprehensible.

“Zero!” Her fingers curled into fists above her, and she shook her head repeatedly, her eyes squeezed tightly closed and as another orgasm raced through my body, igniting fire within me.

Her body gripped me so hard, guttural groans left my throat repeatedly, mingling with her cries they filled the air.

“Oh hell, I’m coming. Baby. You feel so good. Come with me, Lani.”

I swelled within her, so tight I could barely move even after she’d come twice and her moisture bathed me. Spreading her legs wider, I leveled up face-to-face and plunged deep. Withdrew and then plunged one last time.

I came apart with a hoarse cry. It was the most gut-wrenching orgasm of my life. I couldn’t be still.

I kept thrusting and thrusting, like I was about to come out of my skin...and maybe I was. I came and came, and came, words I can't make out pouring out from my mouth.

She laid beneath me, mindless. Her eyes closed. I slumped down over her, embedded deeply in her pussy as the last of my release tore from my goddamn body.

Shit! I exclaimed in my mind when it dawned on me that I'm pressing down on her small pregnant body. I rolled immediately, taking her with me.

Her head cushioned in my arms, we laid side by side as I sucked in deep breaths. My entire body shook. I couldn’t catch up. Couldn’t process the magnitude of what I’d just felt.

It was earth-shattering.

Weren’t women supposed to be the ones who fucking came undone during sex?

I’d never felt so damn vulnerable in my life and I've slept with so many women that I can't count all my life, having started fvcking around at the age of fvcking fourteen.

"I'm very tired...!" She whimpered against me, her voice dripping with exhaustion.

"I'm so sorry, baby. Sleep honey." I kissed her sweaty forehead, "Here's a honeymoon you can never forget even when you're eighty."

And I know I wouldn't forget too. Not by a long shot.

Her body went lax in my arms. I rested my hand on her slightly swollen belly and hoped to God our strong baby is hanging in there fine and good.

I caressed her as I felt dizzy...real dizzy for the first time in a damn long time.

A motherfvcker that lived the life I've lived would know that sleep doesn't come easy. Or cheap. Or every time.

For the first time as long as my damn memory can hold, I felt really sleepy.

And so, with one hand caressing our baby, and another cushioning her head, I fell asleep too.

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