Page 29 of Dirty Like Zane
But then she yanked herselfaway.
“Wha—?” I panted,stunned.
Fuck,no.
She shoved at me, hard, and I fell back a bit. Then she got up on her knees—and tore off hersweater.
Greatsign.
I let her push me back against the couch and she was on me quick, kneeling over me, climbing the cushions to get her pussy in my face.Fuck, yeah…I gripped her tight ass with both hands and squeezed, pulling her to me. I sealed my mouth over her clit and sucked as she fucked myface.
“Yeah…” she gasped, desperate. “Get me off, Zane…” She still sounded pissed, but a shiver of arousal rolled through mybody.
Those words, in Maggie’s breathy, husky, hornyvoice…
I couldn’t holdback.
I dropped one hand to my dick and rubbed hard, scraping the heel of my hand against the length of my hardshaft.
So fucking good… and painful at the sametime.
My other hand, on her ass, dug deeper, my fingers delving into her slippery pussy. She was dripping for me and I smeared her juices around, rubbing her opening, starting to finger-fuckher.
She rode me in small, fierce jerking motions as my mouth just tried to keep up. I sucked and slurped at her and fucking moaned—until her clit pulsed against my tongue, her pussy squeezed my fingers and the waves of pleasure snapped through herbody.
My dick spasmed under my hand. I probably could’ve come right now if I wanted to… but I was too fucking mesmerized by what Maggie wasdoing.
Her hips jerked a bunch of times and her head rolled around. She cried out again and again, her voice getting breathier, ragged. She was holding back, and I knew she was trying like hell not to scream. She pounded her fist into the couch cushion… trying so hard not to loseit.
Motherfuckingyes…
All I wanted to do was get Maggie off. Every day. Every fuckingway.
Just make her come, again and again andagain…
Dripping all over myface.
Tearing at myskin.
Screaming the fucking wallsdown.
But she was already pullingaway.
She fell back and looked at me, still breathinghard.
I wasn’t breathing so normal myself. I swiped my hand over my mouth. Her gaze trailed down my body and landed on my dick, hard as a metal pipe in my jeans—and my hand absently squeezingit.
Her eyes flicked back up tomine.
Then she was on me again, tearing my jeans open and grabbing my cock with her small hands—and I fucking melted with relief. Was half-sure she was about to run away, just take off and leave me like this, fucking dying of a raging hard-on. But her hands were strong and warm and soft, and they were all overme.
She pulled on me like she wanted to rip my dick rightoff.
I just lay back on the couch and took whatever she wanted to do to me. Maggie, turned-on, was a force of fucking nature. A tiny, ferocioushurricane.
She jerked me off, fast and angry, her body slithering against mine like what she really wanted to do was fuck the living shit out of me… her firm, perfect tits half-out of her bra, jiggling in my face… as she panted like a hornymadwoman.
As I got close I grabbed her, wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to me. I wanted to kiss her, but she turned her face so I couldn’t. So I settled for pressing my forehead to hersinstead.
