“Oh, sweet Jesus on a nativity scene.” I pant out and her head bobs up and down my dick, she hums around me and my balls tighten ready to bust open and fill her delectable mouth.
“Not going to come down your throat the first time, babe. Lets go to my room,” I don’t let her answer, I help her to her feet and throw her over my shoulder and curry her up to my room.
Being the little minx that she is, Z slaps my arse, making it sting. I smile against the side of her arse, then open my mouth and bite the flesh there making her squeal. This time she digs her nail into my arse cheeks making me hiss but the pain goes straight to my cock.
Rough play I like it.
Pushing my bedroom door open, I gently lay her on my King bed. Her hair fans out around on the pillow, like a dark halo, she looks up at me, her eyes wide and dark with lust. She is laid outbefore me in just the ripped tights that have a criss-cross pattern on with little bows.
She looks like a fucking goddess ready for the taking.
Santa’s little helper that is ready to help drain his fucking balls.
Reaching for a condom and rolling it on, all the while Zarah is watching me with needy eyes. Then I crawl up the bed so that my body covers hers, our gazes cemented in place, neither of us wanting to look away as I line my cock up at her pussy, ready to find his home.
“Fuck, I can feel how hot you are, babe,” I mutter before pushing into her wet channel and letting the feeling engulf me.
Fuck me she is tight, and wet and warm.
“Oh, shit, Maze.”
“Ash, baby. You call me Ash when we are alone,” I reply, moving all the way in and hitting the hilt and I let out a deep grown as the pleasure takes over.
“Fuck, yes.” Zarah cries out and I lose all control I had. I did want to go slow and savour this first time but fuck it.
I pull out and slam back in, over and over again. My pelvis hits her clit and she pants and cries out from the action. I drop my head to her tits and suck a nipple into my mouth, adding a little nip of my teeth making her back bow off the bed.
“Oh.” She lets out a low moan and I can feel her pussy clamping down, I know she is close and clearly, she likes nipple play.
I bite down again, just as my balls start to tighten and my spine tingles with my impending climax. Her cries fill the room as her pussy strangles my cock as she comes. I am thankful that my daughter sleeps like the dead because fucking hell, the sheer volume of Zarah will most certainly be heard for miles around.
Her gaze locks with mine and something intense passes between us, my heart jerks in my chest and I know that she feelsit to. Her eyes are glasses over and she is completely lost in the intense pleasure.
“Yes, baby, keep coming.” I pant out as I bust a nut and fill the condom. With my arms braces on either side of her head I look down at her and she her panting, recovering from her orgasm, as mine starts to fade out. We are both covered in sweat, sucking in harsh breaths, and feeling the high of what just happened.
I fall to the side of her and we lay side by side trying to catch out breaths, I turn my head to look at Zarah, only to see her eyes are closed as she struggles to drag air into her lungs. She is frowning and her mouth is turned down, not what I was expecting to see.
Maybe a smile at least.
I pull out and kiss her on the cheek. “Be right back,” I mutter and climb off the bed and walking out of the room and down the hall to my bathroom. I dispose of the condom and clean myself off, before wetting a washcloth to clean Zarah up.
When I get back to my room, Zarah is nowhere to be seen.
“What the fuck?” I growl and run down the stairs, still naked. I pull the door open just in time to see the red of the taillights of her car. “Fucking hell, women.”
Stepping back inside the house I close and lock the door before walking back upstairs and jumping in the shower, not that I want to wash Zarah off me, but I don’t want to deal with Faith’s early morning feed smelling like sex.
Clearly something spooked, Z and made her flee, I will find out what it is.
I know that Zarah Dawkins will push every button and pull give just as much as she takes, that is the spirit in her but in the end I win.
Challenge excepted.
Chapter ten
Zarah
Lost in my head I almost over fill the mug of coffee, a baby crying snaps me out of my thoughts of Maze. It has been two days since I slept with him and he made me feel things that I was scared to feel so soon with him. The last time I trusted a man and let myself feel for him, he beat me to a fucking pulp and the club had to sort him out.
