Page 76 of Dirty Like Zane
I just wanted to come all over her. Mark her. Make hermine.
“You gonna come, Maggie? Before Iblow…?”
“Yeah,” she breathed. “Yeah, don’t pull out yet…” She was trying to move her hips, so I released my grip on her thigh. I yanked down her silky dress and the bra underneath, popping her tits out. I ran my hand over them andsqueezed.
“Gonna come on your tits,” I warned her, “about eightseconds…”
“Fuck…” She churned her hips as I ground into her, her pussy squeezing me tight, milking me. “Do thatthing…”
I fucked her harder, jerking my hips up with each thrust, hitting her clit. “What, this thing…?” Then I pummeled her G-spot, making her breath cut off in desperate little choking sounds as her body arched beneathmine.
“Yeah,” she choked out, “there…”
I grabbed her hip again, pulled out partway and fucked her in short, hard strokes, working her from the inside-out, forcing her orgasm. I knew it was coming… Her face was flushing. Her nipples were rock-hard as her titsjiggled.
Then her pussy convulsed around my cockhead and shescreamed.
I fucked her as long as I could stand, then I ripped my dick out and got up on my knees,fast.
I barely got my hand on myself before I shot off. I aimed for her chest as my cock jerked in my hand. My eyes closed and I braced myself against the wall as the spasms rocked my body. I stroked myself as I came, and suddenly Maggie’s hands were stroking me,too.
When I could see again, Maggie was panting beneath me and my come was splattered on her tits, her throat and her chin. She gazed up at me and shuddered out a longsigh.
“Fuck… sweetheart…” I lowered myself down over her. “Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life…” I kissed her soft mouth, touched my fingers to her chin and drifted them down her throat, smearing my come into herskin.
Then I sat back up and looked at her, using both hands to rub my come into her tits, smearing it over her nipples and tweaking the little rosytips.
She shuddered, sensitive. But she was limp beneathme.
And for a moment, half-undressed and marked with my come, pinned between my knees with my cock still half-hard against her stomach, she looked up at me in total surrender. Soft, vulnerable andspent.
Mine.
Right now, there was no fight in her. She didn’t even want to run away. She didn’t want me to leave. I could see it in her grayeyes.
I could see how badly she wanted to stay right where shewas.
Open tome.
Honest and exposed… stripped and dirty… donefor.
That look on her face? It was the kind of shit I’d been dreaming about for eightyears.
“It should be like this,” I told her, “always. You, fucking covered in my come. Your legs spread. Your pussy wet. Fucking panting and dripping and aching for me to make you come again. Begging me and screaming my name. Fuckingmine.” I slid a hand up around her neck and held her, gently, by the throat, squeezing just lightly as I leaned down in her face. I brushed my lips to hers. “Make you keep coming for me… even when you don’t wantto.”
But she shook her head slowly. “We can’t do this,” she said. “We can’t just keep havingsex.”
“It’s not justsex.”
“Itis.”
I tightened my hand around her throat a bit, holding her there. “For fuck’s sake, Maggie. Can you stop saying that? It’s not justsex.”
She pushed at me, shoved at me to get off, so I let go, shifting over to let her getup.
She sat up and looked over her shoulder at me. “It can’t be more,” she said softly, as her eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry, Zane. I just can’t handle more.” She slipped out of the bed and stood on shaky legs, fixing her dress. She peeked out toward the front of the bus, and when she looked at me again, she looked scared and fucking sad. “I can’t handle this,” she told me, and her voice was shaky,too.
And my stomach fuckingfell.
