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Chapter 35

Breast Milk only bringing him closer to me. Licking my lips, my tongue grazes his bottom lip, causing his eyes to burst with need. “Jade!” he growls, but doesn’t take a step back, like I thought he would. I lick my lips again, only this time I drag my tongue across his, causing his hand to wrap around my throat as the other cups my breast, rolling his thumb over my hard but sensitive nipple. I moan, digging my nails into his ribs and down his stomach as I grip his belt, as he slowly tortures me with nipple play. He grips my neck tighter, forcing me to look up at him. “You know we can’t do this, but yet, you’re pushing me to snap and I don’t know how much longer I can resist,” he whispers as I unbuckle his belt.

“Then snap, Zayn. Touch me,” I say, and he growls,

“Fuck it,” he groans, slamming his lips against mine. He kisses me, sucking all the air from my lungs before I deepen the kiss, taking his. He pulls back, heaving for air. “If we do this, we are going out to the pool house and we are doing it my way.” he says and I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck as he lifts me by the backs of my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist, fuzing his lips to mine. Sliding my hands in his long hair, I take out his hair tie, pulling his long dark strands free. He growls into my mouth as we walk through the kitchen and out the back door into the chilly night. Pulling away from his lips, I drag my teeth along his powerful jaw, biting it as he walks the couple of feet to the pool house. Opening the door, he steps in and slams it behind me before dropping me onto his bed.

“See that tie over there?” he asks, nodding to the bedpost.

“Yes.” I pant as he smirks.

“Hand it to me,” he orders, as I roll over and crawl to the headboard, grabbing it from the post. “Don’t move,” he groans, and I stop my movements as I feel the bed dip behind me. Warm fingers glide up the outside of my thighs, lifting my skirt over my hips. His lips linger over my ass cheeks as he pulls down my thong. “Is your pussy always this wet? Your lips are glistening.” He moans, then sinks two fingers inside me, causing me to arch my back as he pumps in and out of me while my wet sounds echo the room. “Fucking soaked for me. Can I taste you?” he asks as he pulls his fingers out of me.

“Please,” I beg as he sucks my clit into his mouth. “Let me ride your face,” I whimper, and he doesn’t hesitate. He slides beneath me, pulling me down on his face. I rip off my shirt and bra, throwing them across the room as my hips roll. He licks my clit, lapping up everything I have to give as I grind against his mouth. One of his hands slaps my ass as the other pulls at my nipple, causing milk to dribble. He takes the spilt milk and rubs it on my clit, licking me clean as I throw my head back, moaning his name, grinding harder against him. “Fuck, just like that. Oh my god, you feel so fucking good,” I whimper above him, and just as I’m about to cum, he flips me off of him, taking the tie and wrapping it over my eyes.

“I want you to shatter all over my cock, Brat. Lemme feel how tight this wet cunt is,” he growls, sending goosebumps all over my skin.

“I’m a squirter, so don’t freak out,” I tell him, and he groans.

“Mmm, yes, baby. I want you to be a shaking mess in my bed. All these months of teasing,” he hisses as I hear a belt fall to the floor and a zipper being undone. The bed dips again and he grips my thighs roughly. “You’ve made me jerk off many times in this very bed to your bratty ways. Every time you fucking rolled those eyes at me, is as many times as I want you to cum for me tonight.” He growls as he runs his pierced head over my sensitive clit.

“Zayn,” I shudder, breathlessly, as I reach for him, but he grabs my hand, pulling it over the top of my head as he slams into me. My back arches off the bed as he pulls all the way out, only to slam back in, stretching me. “Fuckkkkkk,” I scream as the bars on his cock drag in and out of me. “How many fucking piercings do you have? Jesus fucking christ.” I moan as his thumb flicks over my clit.

“I have a double ladder with an Albert,” he confesses as I meet him thrust for thrust. “Shit, Jade. Your cunt is so fucking tight. God damn it.” He groans as I tighten around him, causing his chest to rumble with a growl. “Fuck, baby. You’re going to make me cum already.” He hisses, lifting my hips, and sinking deep into me as his thumb presses against my clit, flicking it.

“I’m so fucking close, Zayn. Fuck!” I scream as I tighten around him. He picks up his pace, slamming into me as he takes my nipple into his mouth, biting down on my sensitive flesh. I scream as my pussy ripples around him, causing him to thrust into me faster. Gushing along his length, my legs tremble as his fingers flick over my clit so fast another orgasm rushes through me, soaking his stomach and bed sheets. He pulls out with a roar, cumming on my pussy.

“Fuckkkkkk.” He pants, as he runs the head of his dick along my slit. He leans down, placing a kiss on my lips, then rolls over next to me, pulling me into him. I yawn as he takes the tie off my eyes. He reaches over, shutting off the light, and I find myself exhausted and falling asleep fast in his arms.

Waking up to Prince crying, I wipe the sleep from my eyes and roll over to an empty bed. Sitting up, I turn on the light and see the baby monitor on the nightstand and a note with my name on it. Grabbing it, I flip the folded paper open and read it.

Jade,

I’m sorry.

Zayn

What in the actual fuck?