I laid Zoey on the bed and climbed up after her. Her dress was still half-down with her bra hanging out, and I reached for her neck, tugged her close, and kissed her.
“David,” she groaned.
“Fucking kiss me,” I growled. I kissed her over and over, and our hands were everywhere. I grabbed her neck, pulling her close to me. She seemed to like it when I was a little rough with
her, and that made me even harder.
Zoey pushed me back onto the bed and straddled me. She was still in that damn dress.
“Take your bra off,” I ordered, and she laughed and shook her head. Her hair bounced when she did, falling over her shoulders.
“Make me,” she told me. She ran her hands down my chest. She was grinding against me. The only thing between my cock and her pussy were the tiniest pair of panties known to man. I should have yanked her bra off and let the snap break when I did, but instead, I reached between us, tugged her panties to the side, and slid my cock inside of her.
Instantly, I filled her. Her tight little pussy wrapped around my cock, and I almost came apart right then. She was so damn tight and so perfect that it took every ounce of self-control not to come apart.
“Fuck, David,” she groaned, sinking lower onto me.
“You feel so fucking good, baby.”
“You like this?” She asked, looking down at me. “You like fucking your best friend’s little sister?”
“I definitely like her dirty fucking mouth,” I said. I reached for her hair, fisting it, and tugged her mouth down to mine. She kept riding me while I kissed her over and over. I moved one hand behind her and unclasped the bra. It fell free, revealing her breasts.
They were perfect, just like everything else about her. I was delighted with the way she looked in the moonlight. She was lovely as she bounced, riding my cock. She kept grinding down on me, deeper and deeper, and soon I knew I was about to come. She hadn’t come yet, though, and I needed that. I needed to feel her fall apart for me.
Reaching between us, I started touching her clit. Her breasts bounced as I played with her, teasing her body. She was close, judging by the way she was squeezing my cock. She was so fucking close.
“Come for me, princess,” I murmured. “Come for me.”
I wanted her to fall apart. I wanted her to come undone. I wanted her to feel like she was flying, floating high above the Earth. I wanted all of that and more. I needed it, and Zoey didn’t disappoint. The exact moment her orgasm arrived was obvious. She opened her mouth and I reached up, covering her lips with my hand. She cried out against my hand, and I came at the same time she did. I let go of everything, and I just came.
For her.
I fell apart just for her.
I wanted Zoey to come, to feel like she was flying, but then it was me who felt like the world had vanished beneath me. I was freefalling, floating into an abyss of pleasure, and Zoey was right there with me.
When the last waves of ecstasy vanished, I reached for her and tugged her up beside me. She snuggled against me in bed, and I pet her hair softly, silently, until she fell asleep. Zoey was tired, and she passed out quickly, but I stayed awake for a very long time just thinking about her and everything we’d done.
She’d been wonderful, really. She’d been a joy, and I was the luckiest bastard on the face of the planet. I knew it, too. Not only was Zoey fun to talk to and joke around with, but she was hot, too. She was sexually curious and wildly fun. I had a feeling that if the two of us ever went to one of the local sex dungeons together that we’d have an incredible time. She seemed like the kind of girl who wasn’t shy when it came to asking for what she wanted.
She’d shown me that tonight.
“What did I ever do without you?” I whispered. I hadn’t meant to say it out loud. Luckily, she was fast asleep, and she didn’t seem to hear me. She didn’t even stir as I rested beside her, touching her. It was a valid question, though. It was also one I didn’t know if I’d ever get a reasonable answer to.
For years, I hadn’t known why she’d stayed away from me. She’d confessed at Felix’s birthday party that she’d been embarrassed about my reaction to Eric. I didn’t regret punching the asshole who hurt her. Not at all. I did regret that I hadn’t managed to talk to her about it, though. I should have cleared things up between us years ago. I should have explained that I just wanted to protect her.
Now, it seemed like the universe was giving me a second chance.
I promised myself that I wouldn’t blow it.
I couldn’t blow it.
Not this time.
Not with Zoey.
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