Page 72 of Sin & Fall
Grabbing Zack’s hair, I grind myself against him, forcing his tongue into me harder and deeper.
I’m close. So close. But Zack keeps changing up what he’s doing every time I’m about to come.
When it happens for the fifth time, I groan out loudly, “I need to come!”
Zack stops what he’s doing and stands up. My breath catches as he towers over me, his eyes darkening as he wipes his dripping chin with the back of his hand and licks it all up.
Before I can even blink, he hauls me over his shoulder and carries me into the bedroom.
I land on the bed with a bounce and don’t get chance to get my bearings before Zack is stripping us of both our clothes and pulling me onto his chest reverse cowgirl style. I look back at his hungry eyes staring at my exposed ass and pussy as I straddle him.
“See something you like?” I tease. Rolling my hips, my clit rubs against his chest, and I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning.
“Mhmm.” He swallows. “I want to eat your ass while you suck my dick and come all over my face.” Grabbing my hips, he drags me backward until I’m situated over his mouth, and I don’t get a second to protest before he’sswirling his tongue around my ass and pushing my upper back down with one hand.
His cock bobs in front of my face. The musky smell makes my mouth water. I lick up a drop of precum forming on the tip, and Zack shudders beneath me.
He may be the one in control of my orgasms, but I’m the one in control of him. With a smug grin, I lovingly kiss his cock before sucking leisurely on the head.
His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass cheeks as he gets more and more turned on. “Fuck, that’s it. I was so right about those cock-sucking lips. They were made for me.”
I sway my hips, begging him for more while I lower my mouth onto the rest of him, not stopping until his cock pops into my throat and I’m gagging loudly.
Every sensation blurs into one as Zack starts eating my ass like it’s his last meal. We could be like this for minutes or hours. I have no clue. All I can do is feel until I’m squirting all over Zack’s face and he’s holding me down as he finishes in my throat, his come filling my belly and leaving me more than satisfied.
I’m boneless and unable to climb off him. He lifts me and tucks me into his side. When I can finally see something other than stars, I can’t help but giggle. Zack’s face is wet and shiny. His hair is soaked, and his lashes are thick with everything that just poured out of me and straight onto his face.
“Want me to grab a towel?” I start to sit up, but he pulls me back into his arms.
“No way. This is the perfect facial, and I want all of it to absorb into my skin.”
With a bewildered smile on my face, I watch as Zack settles back into the pillows, closes his eyes and massages my come into his cheeks.
“You really are crazy.”
“Says the woman who just tried to drown her boyfriend when he’s already been traumatized by it.”
“Don’t joke about that!”
I tug on one of his nipple piercings.
“Ouch! Alright, alright. I won’t joke about it as long as you promise to keep soaking me like that. Fuck, it was good.” Zack licks his lips, tasting me. I push up on my elbow and lean over his face. His eyes soften as we smile at each other, and then he’s kissing me until we both end up passing out, our bodies pressed tightly together, afraid of the other ever letting go.
When I wake up to an empty bed in the middle of the day, panic floods my nervous system. The curtains are closed, but enough light slips in around the edges to let me see that Zack’s not in the room. My stomach drops as I clutch the sheet on his side of the bed. It’s cold.
He’s promised to stay with me, but I always knew those dark feelings of his wouldn’t vanish overnight, and I can’t help but worry.
“Zack?” I call out as I scramble out of bed and throw on one of his baggy t-shirts.
He doesn’t answer.
“Zack?” I call out a little louder, my voice shaky.
I’m a few steps away from the door when it swings open and Zack steps in.
Oh, thank fuck.
His smile drops when he sees my worried face.