“I want you, Zack,” I whisper, not caring how desperate and needy I sound. “I need you.”
“You do, huh?” He sounds smug and pleased as he lightly strokes my line of public hair. “How bad?”
“Oh, fuck. You have no idea how bad.” I grab his shirt, wishing I could feel the muscles underneath. “So bad.”
“Oh yeah?” I writhe, trying to edge his fingers downwards faster, but Zack won’t be controlled. He has total power over me, and he demands when this is going to happen. But ever so slowly, he reaches my soaking wet slit, my eager core, my throbbing clit which is utterly desperate to be claimed by him.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he moans with his face buried in my neck. “So wet, so needy.”
He sounds like he’s in ecstasy as he finally plunges those gorgeous velvety fingers of his deep inside of me. He fucks me with his hand, thrusting and burying himself in to me, giving me exactly what I need. I can’t stop the guttural cries that fly out of my chest as he makes me see stars, it doesn’t even matter that I should be quiet so we don’t get caught, I’m completely lost in the bubble of desire surrounding me and Zack Ward. It’s just me and him, no one else matters, nothing else exists, only the pleasure in my veins.
“Holy shit.” Then he circles his thumb around my clit in the most incredible feeling pattern I have ever known. Combined with his fingers plunging in to me, I am losing it already. I am on the knife edge of desire, the pressure of pleasure building, the orgasm slowly creeping up on me, ready to eat me up whole…
And then it shatters through me. It hits me so hard it hurts. I buck and writhe, Zack has to keep hold of me to stop me slamming against him as the bliss jolts my system. His fingers, his hands, his lips, he has every part of me, I finally have every inch of him as well, and it feels better than I ever could have imagined.
Fucking hell, Zack Ward’s fingers feel even better than I fantasized they would. As I gasp and pant through the post orgasmic bliss, leaning all of my weight against him, I wonder what it will be like if I ever get to fuck him for real. I know that his cock is massive, I’m sure it’ll feel good, I can’t wait to find out.
Chapter 8 – Zack
Ring, ring… Ring, ring… Ring, ring…
“Fuck.” I don’t want to pull away from Latesha, I am absolutely loving having her in my arms, she feels incredible there, like everything is right with the world. And I certainly don’t want to have to leave her for my cell phone which has been a point of annoyance for her all night long, but the problem is I’m sure it’s my mom. She is the one who has been messaging me all evening long because Amelia hasn’t been herself. “Sorry.”
I yank away from Latesha, probably a lot faster than I should, and I step away from her so she can’t hear me talking to my mother. She probably needs some space to sort herself out anyway and I need to talk in private.
“Hello?” I hiss while my heart thunders against my rib cage. “Is everything okay with Amelia?”
“I’m going to have to call the doctor, Zack. I’m sorry about that,” Mom replies sounding far too worried for my liking. “I know that you have something going on, but I needed you to know. Her temperature is through the roof and I’m frightened that if I don’t seek medical assistance then she will only get worse.”
Fuck. My daughter is sick, she needs me more than ever before, and I’m here getting my rocks off, fooling around with Latesha and worrying about her feelings. This is why I have always been so insulated because Amelia only has me as a parent. She doesn’t have her mother to care for her, so I have to give her all my focus.
“Okay, Mom, you do that.” I try to stay calm to keep her cool, but it isn’t the easiest. “I will be back in a moment. I am done with erm, work now anyway. I was just about to head back so don’t panic.”
“You don’t need to do that; I’m not telling you for that reason. Just so you know…”
“Mom, honestly, Amelia needs me more than the office does. I will be there.”
The nerves and pulse racing that I was experiencing only a few moments before has become an all-consuming panic. I can’t stand it. I nearly bend double under the intense power of it all. I should have gone home the moment I got my mother’s first text message, even if she tried to insist that everything was okay and that there wasn’t anything to worry about. I should have read between the lines and spotted the worry there.