Page 35 of Dirty Like Zane
Maybe Ineededto fuck him. Fuck him out of my system orsomething?
Fuck this insatiable, never-ending needaway?
“Get on the bed,” Iwhispered.
He got back on the bed and I undid his jeans. I yanked as he lifted his hips so I could pull them down his muscular legs and off. He wasn’t wearingunderwear.
He was naked, laid out in front of me, just staring at me. A sculpted, golden god, all taut muscles and washboard abs and long, strong thighs… and thatdickof his… and I definitely wanted to fuckhim.
That’s what you did with a man like Zane,right?
Anyone could see he wasbuiltforfucking.
Designed to get a girloff.
“Condom,” I gushed,breathless.
That seemed to snap him out of his daze. He got one from a drawer and returned, working it on as I climbed on top of him. I pushed him back on the bed, and as I straddled him, he looked up at me inawe.
Fuck…Thatlook.
I’d seen that look on his facebefore.
Other times when we’d fucked,definitely.
When I’d done something nice for him, or said something nice abouthim.
When I’d marriedhim.
I put my hand to his throat and held himdown.
God, don’t give me thatlook…
I grabbed his hard cock and lined it up where I needed it, and drove down on top of him… hellbent on wiping that look off his face. I couldn’t take him all the way until I’d worked my hips up and down a few times. His mouth dropped open. Then he was fully in, my weight and all my strength bearing down onhim.
I rode him, frantically, and he closed hiseyes.
When he opened them again, he seemed to notice I was still wearing my bra. He tore it off as I went to town on him, fucking him so hard he could barely seem to processit.
It was like he was in shock orsomething.
Fuck-struck.
That’s what he’d call it. I’d heard the guys throw that stupid term around so many times, but I’d never actually experienced it with a man until I saw it onhim. That look on Zane’s face when I took the reins and fucked him,hard.
Shock. Awe. Pleasure. Maybe a little pain… All smeared across his gorgeousface.
For all I knew, I looked like thattoo.
Then he seemed to recover. He snapped out ofit.
He fucked me as hard as I fucked him, his hips pumping into me from beneath. He grabbed me; my hips, my breasts, my face, trying to pull me down to him. A few times, hesucceeded.
And when he did, he kissedme.
We kissed like we weredueling.
We fucked like we were in it towin.
