“Who owns you tonight, baby?”
Owns me tonight, but not forever. No, I can’t give him forever…
“You do. You do,” I cry, and then scream his name over and over as my release consumes me.
My thighs lock around him and my back arches against the wall. My entire body is taut and tight as pulse after pulse of pleasure jolts through my body.
He makes a strangled noise and his hips finally begin to slow as his cock kicks.
“Zoe. Fuck. Zoe,” he groans as he spills himself, filling me with warmth.
So much warmth.
A sense of rightness flutters inside my chest, and I’m too weak to push it away.
The walls of my sex spasm and he groans louder as I milk him for every drop.
When the force of our orgasms finally subsides, we slump against each other, panting.
“Holy shit,” he says, breaking the silence first. “That was fucking amazing.”
I can’t help but laugh a little at the surprised tone of his voice.
Reaching down, he strokes the hair out of my face. “You okay, baby?”
“Yeah,” I croak then clear my throat. I’m just a little sore from all the screaming. Not to mention my emotions are a little raw. “I’m fucking great.”
I’m too great actually. Hanging limp in his arms feels a little too right.
He laughs, a deep husky laugh, and then groans as his cock moves inside me. Releasing his grip on my wrists, he reaches down and grabs me by the ass.
Lifting me up, he spins to the left and carries me with his cock still buried deep inside the clench of my walls.
“Good,” he says as he lowers me down on something soft before coming down on top of me. “Because I’m not done with you. We’re going to spend the entire night with me learning all the different ways to make you scream my name.”
God, give me the strength to make it through this without getting hurt.
Six
Zoe
Bright sunlight glows behind my eyelids and I roll away from it, bumping into a warm body.
Hmm. That’s strange, I think, slowly coming awake.
Why is there another person in my bed?
Blinking my eyes open, it takes a moment for my vision to come into focus. Once it does, I see Bry sleeping next to me. He’s sprawled out on his stomach with an arm under his head and his face turned toward me.
His hair is a sexy, ruffled mess. A few stray dark locks hang in front of his eyes. In sleep, he looks at peace. The hard set to his jaw is gone and his features are at ease.
He looks so young, so vulnerable.
Completely exposed. Completely at rest.
Images of what we did last night flash through my head. The first time pushed up against the wall. Then all those other times in bed…
My thighs ache, but it’s a good ache.
He was insatiable, and all the things he did to my body… God. My core clenches at just the memory.
But that was last night, in the dark. There’s no telling how he’ll be in the light of day…
Now that he’s gotten off, he could turn out to be a total jerk.
I’ve had it happen before…
I stare at him longer than I should. The urge to reach out, to brush that hair out of his eyes, pulses through my fingers. One more touch. I want one more touch.
But what if it leads to two, three… or worse?
What if he slaps me away? What if he’s cold? Now that’s he gotten what he wanted, he probably doesn’t want me anymore.
Glancing around his expensive apartment, it’s obvious. Yeah, a guy like him would want nothing serious with a girl like me.
Carefully sliding out of bed, I keep my eyes trained on him, watching for any sign of him awakening.
Thankfully, he remains asleep.
Quietly padding my way around the bed, I pick my dress up off the floor. Quickly, I slip it over my head. The top is a little messed up from where he yanked it down, but I manage to knot it in a way that covers me.
Next, I hunt down my shoes and purse, then pull out my phone. I check the time. Damn, it’s already seven. If I don’t book it now, I’ll be late for work.
Holding my heels in my hand, I pad quietly across his thick, luxurious carpet, towards the elevator. Once I push the button, I cast one last glance back.
Burning the image of him just like this in my brain.
I’d love nothing more than to climb back in bed with him, to snuggle up to his big warm body. To see if last night could lead to more…
But I can’t.
No matter how much I want to.
As much as I want to find true love, I’m not ready to get hurt again.
I’m not stupid. Last night was amazing, but it was just a one-time thing. Guys like him don’t pick up girls like me off the street with the intention of forming something serious. He wanted to get off, and boy did he get off.