Page 27 of Dirty Like Zane
She swallowed. “Whatword?”
“Mine,” I said. “All you have to say isThat cock is mine, Zane. And it’s all yours.” I leaned in close, until my lips brushed the soft curve of her ear. “You want this mouth…?” I drifted the tip of my tongue over her earlobe, even as she stiffened. “It’s yours, Maggie.” I sucked the soft skin into my mouth—and she gave up a littlegasp.
My cock jerked under myhand.
Motherfuckingyes.
Maggie’s wall was goingdown.
Fast.
Now.
And I wasn’t gonna miss mywindow…
I slid my hand up under her sweater and cupped her breast. Silky bra, no padding. I could feel her nipple, hard against my palm. I squeezed her as I sucked on herearlobe.
Then her mouth fell open, those full, sexy lips of hers parting as her breath caught—and it was all the opening I needed. I pressed my mouth to hers and pushed her back on the couch, giving her a quick but thorough taste of mytongue.
In seconds, I had her laid out beneath me, panting softly, wantingmore.
Then I pulled my mouthaway.
“Maggie…” I tugged up her sweater, uncovering her tits as I pinched and rolled her nipple through the silk of her bra. “You wantthis…?”
She didn’t answer me with words. But as she looked up at me, her eyes darkening… I knew what shewanted.
She wanted itall.
I yanked her bra down and swiped my tongue over her perfect nipple. A dark, dusky pink, it was hard, delicate. She sucked in a breath and her body arched with desire beneathme.
“Zane…shit…”
I sucked her other nipple into my mouth, licked and teased until both nipples were flushed dark,taut.
“Fuck… you’re so pretty, Maggie…” My voice was tight, rough. I tongued my way quickly down her body; I knew I had to move fast, before she changed her mind. Before her brain caught up to what her body was letting medo.
My fingers pretty much vibrated as they obliterated the obstacles of the button and zipper on her jeans. My heart was already pounding, pumping blood to my dick double-time as she buried her hands in my hair. I shimmied the tight jeans down her hips, taking her silky panties with them… baring that perfect little triangle of dark hair and the sweet dusky-pink softnessbelow.
Maggie’spussy.
My fuckingkryptonite.
This girl… everything about this woman was mykryptonite.
I kissed her silk-soft hair, swiped my tongue in the little crease between her thigh and her pussy. She wriggled and gasped, clawing her fingers in my hair, grippingme.
“You want my tongue,sweetheart…?”
She made her aggravated little Maggie sound, that soft growl in the back of her throat that made my dick spasm. She bucked beneath me, wanting my mouth—but I held back, taking my time, totally fucking relishing herdesire.
“Zane.Come on,” she panted, as I teased her with my tongue… never quite hitting the sweetspot.
Or anywhere close toit.
“What, you want my tongue? You can have it, babe.” I looked up into her gray eyes. “You can own it. Like I own this.” I swiped my tongue over herclit.
She bucked again and gasped, fuckingshuddered, her body begging me to do it again—but I didn’t. All kinds of chemicals were flooding my body, endorphins and pheromones and all that happy shit… Even as Maggie looked more and more pissed-off.
