His movements falter. He groans deep in his throat, his lips parting, and his cock swells bigger inside me.
“Oh fuck,” he gasps and pulls out only to slam back, as deep as possible. He bends his head, his teeth grazing my neck. “Christ, Dakota. Oh shit…”
His breathless moans and curses are so sexy I clench around him, another orgasm starting in my core. I can feel it roll through me. It’s like an explosion in slow motion, blasting through me in soft, then harder waves, making me wrap my legs around him tighter and hold on for the ride. The waves come faster now, cresting, crashing, making my whole body tremble, and I cry out, lost.
I can’t remember sex ever being so good. I moan softly, my mind blown away, my body still quivering with pleasure.
He’s still rock hard inside me, and his eyes gleam, half-closed. He’s panting as harshly as I am, and his arms shake. I can feel the tremor in his hands holding mine against the leather.
“What do you need?” I whisper as he rolls his hips, my voice breaking on another sharp wave of pleasure. “Zane…”
With a grunt, he releases my hands and grabs the backrest so tightly muscles stand out in his arms and chest, and tendons strain in his neck. He draws out, then slams back into me, again, and again. Faster and faster, building up pressure inside me again. Too much. I can’t… He nuzzles my neck, sucks on it, and his chest rubs on my breasts.
Oh shit, this can’t be… I’m going to come again.
The pleasure burns through me, rips me apart. I scream as I break into a million pieces, and this time he breaks with me.
Chapter Seven
Zane
The pleasure ripping through me is off the fucking charts. My world goes white, the only sound the blood rushing in my ears, and she tightens and ripples around my dick, milking it. A shout catches in my throat. A strangled sound I don’t recognize leaves my lips as I come—and for the first time, someone sees me. Dakota looks right at me as I lose all control.
My cock jerks and twitches for what feels like ages, caught in her red-hot heat. My breath hisses out, catching and restarting. Good, so fucking good, so much better than the momentary blanking out I get when I hook up with girls. I curse as another spasm goes through me. It feels as if I have fire in my veins, every part of me burning for her. Burning for more.
Her eyes are wide as I flex my hips again, drawing out the last aftershocks, the last drops of pleasure. Her legs tighten around me, holding me in place, and it’s so good. I allow myself to relax a fraction, enjoy this moment.
And it happens, as I feared. She reaches up, winds her arms around my back, her fingers splaying over the burn scars—and I lose it.
I completely lose my shit. Mindless terror grips me, stealing my breath, freezing my heart in my chest.
Oh shit, no.
“Shit,” I choke out and push her off. I stagger backward, pulling out of her in the process. “Told you not to fucking touch me. Told you… oh fuck.”
Darkness rolls over my eyes, blanking everything for a long moment. Fear engulfs me, dragging me down.
/> No, no, no.
There are hands on me, on my chest, on my back. Searing pain tears me apart. She calls my name, reaching for me, but I stumble back, plowing into the coffee table, upturning it. Vases and ashtrays crash to the floor, and the sound is distant.
Desperately, I pull my pants back up. I need to cover up, protect myself. My sight returns, but it’s distorted and blurry. The walls bend inward, turning gray. Bending over, I rub my eyes to clear them, but nothing happens.
My back hurts. Everything hurts, and fear is crushing my chest. It feels as if my ribs will break from the pressure. Taunting voices whisper in my ear.
‘You can take it, boy. You’re good at this.’
My eyes burn. My heart is slamming against my ribs. Where am I? What’s happening? I need to get out. I grab the next thing I find and hurl it through the suffocating fog. “Leave me alone!”
“Zane!” The hands grab my arms, shake me. My stomach turns, and I gag. I shake the touch off me and trip over something, falling into a side table. A lamp smashes to the floor, and I fall on the shards.
A figure looms over me, and I scramble backward, blinking furiously. The pressure in my chest turns into a sharp sting. The only sound I can hear is someone gasping as if drowning.
It takes me a moment to realize it’s me.
I kick the shards, make it somehow to my feet and locate the door. Time to get the hell out of this nightmare.
Yeah, like that’s ever gonna happen.