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“Oh fuck,” she cries out, throwing her head back and nearly knocking us off balance. I turn us and sit down on the edge of the bed giving her the space she needs to bounce up and down on my dick, letting her have the control to ride me in the way she needs.
I allow her an ounce of control and my girl takes the fucking reins.
Using my shoulders to hold on for dear life, she steadies herself, frantically moving up and down, grinding against my cock. I continue to pound into her, meeting her every push. Long nails dig into my skin only amping me up more. I reach for her hips holding her in place. It’s too fucking good, so intense that I don’t think I’ll last any longer if I let her control her movements.
“Zane please,” she moans. “I need you to let me keep going. I need to take you deeper, fuck me harder please I know you can give me more.”
Immediately I flip her over so her knees or on the bed as I take her from behind. Grabbing a chunk of her hair I pull her head back, kissing her roughly as I fuck her harder, smacking her ass to hear her scream. This isn’t what I wanted to give her. I wanted to take my time to show her just how incredible she is and worship her the way she deserves but I know that isn’t the correct way to prove to her I love her. Avery needs me to dominate her, to control her because as much as she claims to hate it she fucking needs it.
“Fuck Avery, you feel so good, baby. You’re so fucking wet and I’m so damn hard I don’t think I’m going to last long.” I pound into her, her perfect tits shaking with every jolt. With my free hand I tug on her nipples, twirling her piercing, the diamond dumbbells I bought for her, between my fingers. Seeing them on her moves something in my chest. She was thinking of me, keeping me close to her heart even when she claimed to hate me.
“I’m so close, Zaddy, please.”
“Not yet baby, I want to make you beg for it. Scream my name and beg me to let you come Avery. But only if you promise to always be mine. I’m the only fucker who gets to feel your sweet cunt wrap around his dick. The only one who gets to feel how you milk me for every last drop of cum. I want you to swear I’ll be the only man you’ll ever let touch you, fuck you, and love you.”
“Yes please, I promise. There never will be anyone else. There hasn’t ever been anyone else. Only you Zane.”
ChapterTwenty-Four
CHLOE
“I’m feeling so much better. Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready to go,” I creak out, my throat constricting as the words come out.God, I hate being sick.
Avery struts over to where I’m lying half dead on the couch, covered head to toe in a warm fuzzy blanket. My face is flushed, my body aches, and my voice so hoarse and raspy from all the congestion.
She leans toward me, running the back of her hand over my forehead. Her nose wrinkles as she contemplates the feel of my temperature. “The good news is the fever hasn’t come back. The bad news,” she huffs out as she walks over to grab her purse from the square table in our dining area. “You’re still sick as a dog Chloe.”
I try to speak but my voice croaks once again. It’s like spurts of molten lava coat my esophagus and every time I try to speak, the damn volcano erupts.
I clear my throat and hack into the tissue in my hand. “Then at least let Zane go with you.”
This time she rolls her eyes in annoyance. “Then who’d stay home and take care of you?”
“I can take care of myself,” I pout, although we both know that isn’t the truth. God, I love her but she can be a real sarcastic bitch sometimes.
Just as she’s about to berate me, Zane waltzes into the room looking unfairly freaking gorgeous in nothing but a pair of black gym shorts, fresh out of the shower. His eyes flick back and forth between us, brows creasing at the center of his forehead in question as he notices the scowl on my face and the smirk on Avery’s.
I lick my lips as I take him all in, momentarily forgetting what Avery and I were arguing about. The perfect, tanned muscles of his abdomen flex as he walks over to where I’m sitting and the snake tattoo along his bicep looks like it’s come alive with the way his muscles move as he walks.
His expression turns playful. “What are the two of you up to now?” he asks, dropping on the couch beside me. He props his legs up on the coffee table before reaching over to grab the remote from my lap. I’d been binging the latest season of Vanderpump Rules and living for all the #Scandoval drama but as Zane flicks through the channels he doesn’t look interested in anything. After channel surfing and finding nothing, he opens up the Netflix app, scrolling to the last episode ofStranger Thingswe were watching last night.
“Chloe here thinks I can’t go to work without a chaperone,” Avery says, hopeful that Zane will disagree with my preposterous idea.
He doesn’t bother looking my way as he speaks. “Chloe babe, Avery’s a big girl and you’re sick. There’s no way you're leaving the house tonight.”
Dropping the blanket down to my waist I lean toward him, trying to get his attention. “But aren’t you worried about her being alone, getting out so late from the bar and possibly being attacked? It nearly happened to us once before.”
I freeze when he stiffens beside me. I don’t think we ever told him about the night we were followed home from the bar and saved by some faceless vigilante hero.
Setting the remote down he turns his attention toward me and throws his arm over the back of the couch, nodding for me to snuggle up to him. I hesitate for a second, remembering that just like Avery said, I’m sick as a dog.
But when he gives me a look that clearly saysdon’t fight me, I snuggle in close to him, resting my head against his naked chest. He smells divine, and it takes everything in me to not lick my way around and taste him.
His fingers squeeze my shoulder while he kisses the top of my head. “Of course I worry, which is why I’m going to pick her up once her shift is over, but I know her well enough to trust she’ll put any fucker, who dares to touch what belongs to me, in his place.”
“Well said, Zaddy,” Avery muses as she leans in to give him a sweet peck on the lips. “I’ll see you later baby,” she says, pressing her lips to mine. “Daddy here will take excellent care of you,Baby Girl.” Looking over at Zane she winks before strutting her way to the front door and out of our sight.
The air in the room thickens with awkward tension as Zane and I are left alone for the first time since his return two weeks ago. Since then, the three of us have been inseparable. Zane’s been doing some freelance work while Avery and I have attended our classes and when we’re not hanging around at home, Zane’s sitting at the bar scowling and growling at every customer while we work.
