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She rubbed her cheek against mine. “And I own your cock. No one else can see.”
“You do own my cock.” I slid my hand up, tangling it in the back of her hair to tip her head back. “Now, come on it. Show me how much you like when I fuck you.”
Swirling my fingers around her clit, I raised my hips, hitting her deep and staying there. Zadie’s cheeks pinkened. Her nipples tightened. Chest rising and falling in rapid bursts, her face contorted into pained rapture. She moaned my name, clawed at my chest, and I became undone.
The feel of my girl trembling with the pleasure I gave her and my name on her swollen lips snapped all my control. I threw her down, draped her leg over the back of the seat, the other on my shoulder, and went at her. She was still coming, so tight I had to fight my way through. Jesus Christ, those sleek, flexing walls sucked me in and didn’t want to let go.
Zadie’s head thrashed. Her nails dug into my chest. I couldn’t stop looking at her, the flush of her cheeks and chest, how pretty her tits looked when I had her folded in half, the way her eyes went hazy, like she was on another plane.
She was taking me with her, and her cunt was so perfect, so welcoming and sweet, I’d follow her into hell if it meant I could keep fucking her for the rest of my tortured eternity.
My innocent, shy Zadie gave me something no one else had. This was mine and mine alone.
And in the back of my head, the thought rang out,no one else is ever going to have this. This will always be mine and mine alone. Always.
I spilled inside her while her eyes were locked on mine. Somewhere inside my chest, there was a crack. Small, but deep, it hurt but was a relief at the same time.
It was too much. Too fucking much.
I shoved my face in her neck, taking in her berries and rain.
“Need to take you home,” I murmured.
She nodded, slowly stroking my hair. “Okay. Let’s go home.”
When I pulled into the driveway at the house, Zadie touched my arm. “I thought you were taking me home.”
“I did.” Having zero desire to hear her protests, I turned off the car and hopped out, circling to her side. She was still sitting in her seat, chewing on her lip. “Get out of my truck, mama.”
She scrunched her nose. “It’s late. I should go back to my dorm.”
“Think it’s pretty clear I disagree. Come inside. I’m not sending you back to your dorm with my cum inside you. That’s not what this is between us. I let it slide last week, but that’s done.” I held out my hand to her. “Come on.”
She placed her hand in mine and allowed me to help her out of the SUV. When she was standing in front of me, she pressed her palm to my chest. “If you think I don’t want to be with you, you’re wrong. Things are just so new and a little complicated.”
I brought her knuckles to my mouth and grazed them along my lips. “Nah. Nothing’s complicated about this. I take my girl to dinner and dancing, she ends her night asleep in my bed. That’s how it is.”
She sighed, leaning into me. “We need to talk about this.”
“I’ll talk…when you’re in my bedroom, wearing my T-shirt.”
Zadie relented, following me inside, where it was quiet. It was rare for any of us to be home this early on a Saturday, and yeah, midnight was early. Marco and Julien were probably out, finding trouble, while I’d brought my trouble home with me.
After a hot shower and gentle fucking against the tiles, I slipped one of my black T-shirts over Zadie’s head and let it drape over her body. She wore it well, tight at her tits, loose in the middle, hugging her hips. It did nothing to cover her ass, but I didn’t have a single problem with that.
In my bed, she turned on her side, tucking her arm under her head. Her fingertips trailed down the center of my chest. Our feet were tangled in a knot.
“I don’t know how to tell Helen and Elena about this,” she whispered.
“Just tell the truth.”
She gave my chest hair a sharp tug. “That might work with Elena. Helen, though? No.”
“I don’t give a fuck what your girls think, Zadie. All I care about is what you think. Are you gonna let them influence you?”
My gut twisted. There was a good chance they could talk Zadie out of being with me. There was no love lost between us. Helen, especially. I’d known her peripherally since high school. Maybe before that. I couldn’t remember. And she’d known me too, saw and heard about the things I did.Stilldid. There was no world where she’d merrily give Zadie her blessing. Helen’s opinion of me didn’t matter. What she said to Zadie about me and how she twisted my image did.
“Influence me? No, they won’t, but it won’t make me happy to have you at odds with my friends. That’s why I want to make sure and know—”
