I braced my hands on his chest, pushing him to lie down. “Be as brutal as you want.” Keeping my eyes locked on his, I scooted down his legs and took his larger-than-I-remembered dick in my hand while Zach watched me.
I pressed my tongue flat on his slit and swiped across it, tasting his buttery precum for the first time. So much better than Casso.
Zach’s thighs shook under me as I pumped. “Don’t forget, I want to come on your tits.”
“You’ll come where I let you,” I shot back, tightening my grip. No man would ever control me again.
His brows shot up. “Fuck, baby. That was brutalicious.”
I snorted. “Brutalicious isn’t a word.” I took the tip of his cock into my mouth and gently sucked.
“Goddamn, you give good head.” He melted into the pillow.
Victory swelled in my chest. His positive reaction encouraged me further. I’d sucked enough dick to feel confident. I just didn’t know how Zach liked it.
“And yes, brutalicious is a word. Deal with it.” He wrapped my braid around his hand, lifting his hips.
I took him farther in, pressing his dick to the roof of my mouth. I wasn’t one of those girls who bobbed their heads. All that head movement wasn’t necessary. Why risk getting whiplash?
A supreme blow job only required a firm tongue and a strong suction to make a man blow his load. If he was on his back, like Zach with legs spread, some ass play would make the experience even better. But not today. He didn’t need that to urge him forward. I could tell Zach would explode any second as I sucked him into the back of my throat.
I hummed, loving the way he stretched my mouth. Zach’s cock was bigger in length and girth, compared to Cass. And Cass wasn’t small by any means.
Zach thrust his hips, his massive hand cupping the back of my head. I let him take control, holding in place, keeping my lips pliable as he fucked my mouth.
There wasn’t any fumbling or weirdness between us. Both of us were mature, experienced adults. I expected our sex life to be out of this world.
No. I didn’t expect it. I damn well demanded it after being with a man who took from me at his own will. Destroying me piece by piece. But I wouldn’t let Casso Campbell win. Not in this lifetime.
“Fuck, Asp!” Zach pulled me off of him. Ropes of cum shot onto my chest as his face contorted. He held his cock like a hose spraying me from the neck down to my stomach.
I smiled, amused by this barbaric display of possessiveness. If this was how Zach wanted to show me I belonged to him, he could come on me anytime he wanted.
When he finished decorating me in cum, he smashed my body to his and kissed me wildly.
“How many women have you dirtied up like me?” I asked against his mouth.
“None,” he growled, turning his body to put his feet on the floor. I was still astride his hips. His lips released mine. “What else you wanna know? Ask me now because we aren’t going to talk about the other people we’ve been with anymore after this conversation.”
I saw his point. Why torture ourselves over the past?
“Do you like to eat pussy?”
He grinned wryly. “When you give me the all-clear, I’ll show you.”
“So I’ll take that as a yes, you’ve eatin’ out a lot of women. Including Libby.”
He squeezed my ass. “We gonna have a problem regarding Libby?”
I shrugged. “Maybe. It’d be different if she didn’t hang around your house, assuming I return with you.”
His jaw tensed, lips pursed in a thin line. “Assuming? You are returning with me. I’m not letting you go.”
“I don’t know if I can handle having the kittens in my face, knowing they’ve all sucked your cock and you’ve slurped them up. That’s not something I want to face daily. I saw you with Libby. You looked good together, Zach. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, thinking about how she was your woman.”
“She’s not my woman.”
“I didn’t know that, though. I’d seen her in your arms multiple times. She sat with the old ladies. What else was I to think?”