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"I want to suck you off. I want to take your cock into my throat," I tell him.
His eyebrows rise. "Have you ever deep-throated before?"
I shake my head, stroking him with one hand as I lock eyes with him. "I want to learn."
He laughs, eyebrows still lifted, incredulous. "God, you're a thirsty little slut, aren't you?"
"Very." I grin.
I take him back into my mouth, and this time, when I have him fully inside, I look up at him, waiting. He tightens his grip on my hair and gazes down at me.
"Relax." He presses his hips forward gently, an inch at a time.
I force my jaw to relax, and my throat too. There's a moment where my body clenches, and I cough, but he just keeps pressing forward, hands caressing my scalp.
"Don't think too much about it. Just give in. Let me take control."
So I do. I surrender. Let him push into me, his cock inching down my throat until my lips touch the base of his cock. I lift one hand to roll his balls through my fingers, and he sucks in another sharp breath as he starts to lean back, draw himself out of my mouth.
"Fucking hell, Clove," he manages between hard breaths. "You're a natural."
We pick up the pace, him leading, thrusting against me, and I keep toying with his balls, my other hand digging into his ass as he starts to move faster and faster, until it feels like he's fucking my face, thrusting against me with abandon. I love it, and even more than that, I love looking up at the lost expression on his face, the one distracted by pleasure, his eyelids half-closed, mouth slack.
Finally, without warning, he pulls out of my mouth and staggers backward, his cock glistening with my saliva, still rock-hard and pulsing in the cool apartment air. I lean back on my heels, pouting, disappointed. I wanted to taste his cum. Wanted to feel him come in my throat.
"Not yet," he says, eyes back on me, as though reading my thoughts. "Stand up, Clove."
I rise on still-shaky legs, and he immediately wraps an arm around my waist, crushes his mouth to mine.
"I want to fuck you properly first," he whispers against my lips.
I grin and kiss him again, softly. "Mm, I suppose I'm okay with that."
He bends to his jeans, digs in the pockets for a condom. When he unwraps it, I reach for it, and he laughs and lets me take it. I slide it down his cock, savoring the feeling of his hardness between my palms as I do.
"Clove..."
With the condom on, I look up to find him watching me steadily, a hungry gleam in his eye. "Zayne?"
"You drive me absolutely wild."
My cheeks flush. "I could say the same for you."
He laughs. "Good." Then he wraps his arms around me and forces me backward a step. Another step. And another, until we crash onto the couch, and he's lying along me, and our lips collide again, his hot and possessive. "You're mine," he growls against my mouth, and I arch up against him to emphasize the point, sighing in the back of my throat with agreement.
He spreads my thighs, pushes his hips between them, and I wrap my legs around his waist, angling my hips to give him the best access. "Have I told you how fucking gorgeous you are?" he murmurs as he strokes his cock between my lips, tracing the length of my slit. He runs from my ass all the way up to dig lightly against my clit, before he slides back down. I'm soaking wet again already, both from how turned on I got sucking his cock and from his ministrations now, and it doesn't take long before his head is coated in my juices.
"You might have mentioned." I smirk, and he leans down to nip my neck lightly.
"Good. Because you need to know that, Clove. That, and that you are the sexiest, hottest, naughtiest slut I've ever had the pleasure of being with."
I laugh a little and trace my hands over his back. Shit, even his back is muscular, chiseled to perfection. I let my hands slide down to his hips, his ass, and I grip his ass tightly, my nails digging into his skin a little, his muscles tense and strong beneath my fingers. "I have to admit, I don't think I've ever felt like being quite so slutty for someone before."
He grins. "Even better." He's still stroking me slowly with his cock, teasing again. It makes my muscles tense with anticipation, my throat dry and body trembling.
"Fuck, Zayne..."
"Is that what you want?" he whispers into the crook of my neck as he layers kisses along my collarbone. "You want me to fuck you?"
